Dag wasn't sure how he got here. The ground rolled wildly beneath his paws, bucking and carousing like a young doe. He staggered and clung on for dear life. The past few hours were a haze - he had been working on a new brew with some strange, potent fungi he had found deep, deep in a very wet cave. His brain had been fully obliterated. "Who's there?" he yelled, turning from side to side wildly. Dag stumbled then righted himself, his eyes bleary and squinting against the sun. Why was it so bright today? Who did that? "Come out, coward!" Hot adrenaline coursed through his veins, lending him an idiot's strength. Dagfinn vs ??? for Minor Maim (Torn Left Ear) Round 0/3 Age: 3 yr Size: Medium Build: Medium Fight Skill Level: Beginner "dagfinn bellows!"

 

Valkyrie's ears flicked back and she quirked a brow at Dagfinn as he practically roared in her face. "A coward?" she purred teasingly. "My dear you are truly fucked right now, aren't you?" Not that this surprised her. She was well aware of his...what? Hobby? Side business? Whatever it was, neither it or his willingness to experiment were new to her.

The bear skull banged against her side as she slowed to a halt before him, Inga peeking around Valkyrie's head to get a good look at Dagfinn. Valkyrie's one eyebrow was still cocked but her lips had now shifted upwards in a hint of an empathy-less smirk. Dagfinn was an grown man and he'd put himself in this position so he didn't deserve her sympathy, only her amusement. This didn't mean that she was there to have fun at his expense, rather, just that she was willing to take him as he was without extending to him any sympathy should he get out of hand.

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His mind had been rather...not okay, as of late. He could feel like something had snapped in his brain. Like he had rabies but without the foaming and sickness that came with it. His thoughts had become gruesome, the male teetering on the edge of his sanity. Perhaps it was the thoughts of what he had tried to do to Rain before his alpha had intervened. Azazel hadn't tried it again after that, and he had kept to himself or gone and terrorized others outside outside of the pack. He was loyal to the Abraxas Empire, but he had jeopardized his position, he was sure. He had ventured to Boreas in an effort to escape his troubled thoughts, and figure out how he could get back into Malleus' good graces, and as he wandered through the battlefield, a challenging voice captured his attention. Coward? A snarl parted his muzzle and he followed the voice until he spotted two wolves, one appeared like he was in some sort of stupor and the other...had cat claws..."What the fuck?" Blood red gaze zeroed in on the larger she-wolf. He had never seen anything like that before...but after his momentary surprise, he got to the matter at hand. "Who's the coward, hm?" ""

Artur's pawsteps had taken him back to the battlefield as they did so often, but he hadn't expected to catch sight of the drunken meandering on a smaller wolf being tailed by a clearly amused female with a bear skull dangling against her side. Artur hesitated a moment, watching as they passed. Disgust was his first reaction, but his gaze kept sliding to that bear skull and the female carrying it, his interest piqued by her outlandishness. Maybe there was more to this than simply one drunkard and his mistress... he quietly followed behind them at a reasonable distance, curious to see more.

When the drunkard flailed around and yelled, Artur drew back in affront. It didnt seem he was speaking to him though, as another smaller male roared out his own challenging words. Artur watched him warily. Something about him threatened to put his hackles up, though Artur kept them carefully smooth and his demeanor icy. He stepped forward, inserting himself into the situation. He needed to practice leadership as much as fighting, and when he thought of what his mother would have done - the only true Adravendi leader he had known - that was what he decided she would have done. "The man is falling down drunk," he growled briskly at the white-masked, red-eyed male. "What does it matter what he says to you? Just continue on your way."

Had Valkyrie accompanied him? He turned awkwardly, looking over his shoulder at his band leader with his tongue slavering out of his jaws. Dag couldn't stop drooling; whatever he had eaten clearly didn't agree with him. His eyes were bloodshot and streaming with tears from what may have been an allergic reaction. Y-y-y-y-you - Valkyrie seemed to sputter in and out of existence. T-t-truly f-f-f-fucked... He blinked, staring at her quizzically. "Ay, ay, I'd fuck ya alright!" he chortled, turning around to approach her. It was no secret that he'd long since harbored affections for the Finnvi lass, but it was unlikely she'd ever return them - and especially not in his current state. As he approached her, a hefty male with bloodshot eyes accosted him. Dag turned, stumbling, his tail flagging in alarm. He had already forgotten what he'd said. Azazel stood before him, but suddenly there were three of him - two of him? Five of him? Dagfinn's eyes crossed as he tried to sober up enough to address him. "Well... ah, ah, I'll fuck you too!" He said plainly, throwing himself wildly at the male. Dag listed to the left, missing Azazel entirely and bumping right into Artur. The young male's attempt at diplomacy fell on deaf ears. In his inebriated state, Artur and Azazel blended together seamlessly. With a roar that sounded a bit like a gurgle, Dag attempted to swipe at Artur's front legs to try and down him. "Taaaaaaaaaaake that!" Dagfinn vs Valkyrie, Azazel, and Artur for Minor Maim (Torn Left Ear) Round 1/3 Age: 3 yr Size: Medium Build: Medium Fight Skill Level: Beginner "dagfinn bellows!"

Artur could barely keep his muzzle from wrinkling in disgust as the drunkard in an offensive display of inebriation. The red-eyed male was welcome to him at this point, as far as the Adravendi was concerned. He had put out quite enough effort to protect the foul-mouthed little beggar's hide, the ingrate, and he wasnt going to stick his neck out any further for no gain. "Have it your way," he sneered, but before he could turn away and leave him to the ass-kicking he was clearly begging for, the ungrateful bastard staggered into him, and took a swipe at his legs!

Taken by surprise Artur threw his weight back onto his haunches, taking it off the forelegs the male was trying to jerk out from under him. He lifted his forepaws over Dag's assault and shoved hard against the male's chest with them, seeking to knock the smaller Dag off his already-unsteady feet. As his mind caught up with his reflexes to process what was happening, a burst of fury crystalized in a sharp-edged fire in his chest. How dare he attack the only one who had stopped to rescue him? A deep, shuddering snarl ripped it's way from his throat, and Artur unveiled his hindquarters to launch him at the drunkard in retaliation, aiming to come down on him with his forelegs stiffened to slam all of Artur's weight against him, his jaws seeking to rip at Dag's eyes in a fury.

ARTUR (et al) vs DAGFINN (et al) for Minor Maim Melee (severe facial scarring - dagfinn)
Round 1/3
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Fight Skill Level: advanced

He waited for the male to answer, but it was a younger male that would provide the answer for him. Crimson gaze shot to the drunk bastard, and Azazel decided he wouldn't be worth the effort. Artur, on the other hand...Azazel smelled Celestial on him, hackles bristling at the scent of them. He took a step forward but then stopped. He had never seen this male before, and despite his hatred for his birth pack, this boy had not even been around in that time. If anything, maybe he was going through the same shit Azazel had gone through at his age. Absolutely nothing good ever came out of that damn pack. He forced himself to turn away before he changed his mind, but out of nowhere the drunk man seemed to try and come at him with words about fucking him too and...then he stumbled right past and straight into the younger celestial boy. Welp. Now he was inclined to fight, drunk or not. "You really are fucked you drunken bastard," He joined the already starting fray then, aiming to grab Dag's left hind leg with his teeth and the right hind leg with his forepaw. Maybe he could drag the drunkards feet out from under him and bellyflop him to the ground like the little worm he was. The woman that had been around was all but forgotten, but Azazel kept his ears peeled as he worked on the male who had tried to fight him first. Azazel (and co) vs DAGFINN for Minor Maim Melee - tearing of an ear Round 1/3 Age: 1+ Size: large Build: Medium Fight Skill Level: advanced ""

Valkyrie was forgotten. With the world still reeling in his sights, Azazel and Artur seemed to become the same wolf, separating and rejoining and then splitting again. Their voices were so loud, like thunder in his ears. Dag groaned and flattened his ears against his skull, his jaw clenched in agony. This had been a bad, bad brew. Once he came to, he'd realize that he couldn't possibly sell this at the market - in fact, this stuff was closer to poison than it was any kind of recreational beverage. As Artur tried to slam into him from above, Azazel dragged his back limbs out from underneath him. Dag slid just out of Artur's intended reach, but his teeth still managed to nick the end of his muzzle even as Azazel dragged him away. "Fuuuuccck," he cussed, long and low. Blood spilled freely from the superficial wound on his muzzle. The fresh pain brought him slightly back to reality. Dag tried to get his paws back underneath himself, but he experienced a severe bout of vertigo and had to remain still until it passed. Dagfinn vs Valkyrie, Azazel, and Artur for Minor Maim (Torn Left Ear) Round 2/3 Age: 3 yr Size: Medium Build: Medium Fight Skill Level: Beginner "dagfinn bellows!"