No Disrespect [Pack Challenge]
Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
13+ Years
Male
131
Dragon Mod
He had finally left Abaven after speaking with Shaye and Rhyme. Making a pack from the ground up had its difficulties, and with those difficulties came another thought in mind. If the wolves who pledged to follow couldn't be found when he called for them, then it was a risk. A waste of time. Though he knew them for the most part, it was hard to say it was a sure thing. He didn't want to wait any longer, so he came to the battlefield to challenge an alpha for their leadership. He walked with purpose onto the field, his foxes on either side of him knowing the importance of today, walked dutifully alongside him. The alabaster titan hoped that all would go well, and perhaps he might even be luckier with this than he had been finding others to follow him. He stopped in a clearing with stones forming a rough circle, haphazardly similar to the circle of stones that were used in the tournament, only this was a much larger arena. He chose to go into this without his armor and weapons, preferring a clean, all out approach to this potential fight. After a few moments of mental preparation, he tilted his head back and called for the alpha of Fyri to meet him at the battlefield.
He knew Ignatius. He had met him before and had spoken with him about some pack affairs between Fyri and Abaven. But nothing had come of it after that, so he wasn't sure what was going on in Fyri. During the time he spent scouting lands up north, he saw very little activity around Fyri's borders...so he wasn't quite sure if the intricately marked alpha was still around or perhaps just one of the quieter types. Whatever the case, he looked forward to his presence and the chance to test one another in strength. If he won, he gained control of the pack. If he lost, he could likely go back to Abaven and try again another time. Whatever the outcome, he held no ill will towards Ignatius.
Acere vs Ignatius for Fyri |
Ignis
Hellhound
Master Fighter (635)
Master Hunter (240)
Juggernaut
Mangler
9 Years
Male
30
Dragon Mod
"Talk" Walk His uncle had told them of his new plan a couple days prior, and Ignis was excited to say the least. He had kind of been hoping his uncle would take the "cooler" approach to getting a pack...or at least to him it was considered cooler. Raising a pack from the ground up was great and all, but you could really show off your strength and power with a pack challenge! So when he heard his uncle's howl ringing through the air, he abandoned his practice sparring and high tailed it to the battlefield. His companions followed suit with a wolverine ambling alongside him and his cockatoo flying overhead. The blood pumped through his ears as the heat of excitement coursed through him. He wondered if Actaea was there already, or if she was on her way like he was.
By the time he saw his uncle on the horizon, he didn't yet see anyone else. Cool! He was the first to show up! With a grin, he sauntered towards his uncle to roughly bump his shoulder, "Finally doing it eh? Knock 'em dead!" His grin grew wider, than thought about what he'd just said..."Well, maybe not dead but...you know what I mean," He cleared his throat and moved to sit a good distance behind his uncle so he wasn't in the way. He hoped his sister would show up soon. |
Ignis is unpredictable and may become violent with little or no provocation due to his "demon"
*Ignis' tail is docked, and his left ear has been torn away and now resembles a Battle crop style.
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
She was busy examining the stone wall when she heard the call. Her form went still, rigid in surprise as a frown puckered her brows. It was one thing to hear a challenge for Erovrare, a pack she knew much less about than she ought to. It was wholly another to hear a call for Ignatius’ pack.
Although her encounters with the male could probably be counted on one paw, she counted the man a friend as well as ally. Not only that, this was also Song’s pack – his home – the challenger called for. She stood for several seconds, frozen and conflicted. As a diplomat, she knew she must remain unbiased should the challenger win. As a friend, she couldn’t help a flicker of anger, which she tamped down. This was a part of life, and every alpha faced this event eventually.
As an alpha, she knew she needed to get her tail up to the Field to assess the challenger—if the wolf won, she wanted to know what kind of leader she might be dealing with. And as an ally and friend, she wanted to stand and support the Agnivo king.
The shimmering Spirit turned on her hocks and broke into a long lope – a gait that she could cover distance in with breaks to trot and regain any wind she spent – casting a brief howl to let the pack know where she was going. If they wished to accompany her and watch the challenge, she wasn’t going to deny them—it was their right to see what happened.
By the time she arrived… she was practically the first to arrive. The only other wolf there was one who’s appearance made her steps falter—for a brief second, she’d though the young man was her father. But the crimson eyes dispelled the impression.
Aelloshir grumbled as he caught up, bumping her shoulder in reproach for her fast pace before he joined her at the sidelines, out of the way and following her gaze to the challenger. The red one was clearly a supporter, and her ears flicked slightly as she recognized the challenger.
Acere. The last and first time she’d met the great pale wolf, he’d been representing Abaven. A silent huff escaped her nostrils. Well, at least the challenger wasn’t a complete stranger she knew absolutely nothing about—she didn’t know this male at all well, either, but at least she wasn’t entirely in the dark.
Briefly, she gave the male a silent nod, simple respect – neither for, nor against him.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
She had a feeling he was struggling for members, which made her feel a little guilty about her large pack count. Not that she was about to start turning anyone away at her border.
She arrived at the battlefield, gave a nod to Acere to show she was still with him, even though she also considered Ignis her friend. Sometimes there were no winners.
She saw Aurielle, and gave the friendly Alpha a nod as well, Valhalla was among one of her allies. She saw Ignis, and moved to stand beside him, seeing that Actaea wasn’t here yet. She sat beside the fiery toned man, silent support, and tried to settle her thoughts.
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