Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi

His last spar had been at the tournament and Áskell had soundly trounced him, which Ardyn had no issue with—he’d beaten the smaller boy on their first spar, so it was good that his friend was able to win from time to time. But it had shown him places he needed to improve in with his fighting skills. That brought him to the Field, in search of an opponent for the day, Lyr toying around on the morning air above him, glowing piebald plumage fluttering on the breeze, though the raven kept an eye on the Field around his wolfen friend, both for danger and a possible sparring partner for them. Ardyn was armor-clad, both with his main torso armor and his bracers with their hidden blades, though he didn’t think he’d be using the sharp blades today. Loshir had slipped away again, and he wondered at his mother’s mountain lion’s behavior. The cat had been in and out for most of Ardyn’s life, and sometimes, he came back with highly trained cats, large and house, showing them to Ardyn and his siblings—or really… just Ardyn’s siblings. He had to wonder if the leopard that had chosen Aoife was regretting her life choices. Aoife was tiny, but that just made her even faster. He smiled to himself as he picked out a spot on a hill that provided a good view of the rest of the Field, tipping his muzzle into the sky and calling for a friendly sparring match. His pitch was growing deeper, and he was sure to cut the call short before his voice could crack back into the young tenor of a youngster again. He stood, relaxed into a light stance, tail swaying in a gentle rhythm at his hocks, long hair now grown enough to trail the ground a little in the relaxed posture. The movement sparked the embers and fire in his inky black fur, though there was enough of a breeze to ruffle his fur, especially in the face and ruff. Lyr spotted the possible sparring buddy before Ardyn, dropping to his armored withers with a croak of anticipation. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Spark of the Ademre Spark was very very interested in further training. She's only just lost at the tournament and while it was hard to be too bitter about it she would have been lying to say she hadn't been disappointed. Her first opponent had bowed out before they'd even come to blows and then she'd gotten so thoroughly trounced by her next match that she hadn't even started to break a sweat. Spark wanted more, she wanted to really practice, to get to actually try. So she'd taken time to hang around near the battlefield, her short time here told Spark that it was a place where the local wolves seemed to call for fights and despite herself and her desire to explore further and learn more of the barbarians she couldn't help but be drawn to the idea of seeking out more combat. So she'd spent more time here than she'd initially intended. When the call rose up the young woman lifted her head, small black paws carrying her swiftly over the familiar blood-soaked ground. Eventually, her silver gaze would land on the young man she assumed made the call. Her paws tapped out curiosity and excitement. She had not seen a wolf that reminded her of fire that had not been her own family but something in the movement of the boy's fur seemed to shimmer with embers, though her own ember marked fur did not shimmer as his did it raised her curiosity though she approached with the same unmoving expression she'd been raised to wear, habit making her tone only be shown through signs from her paws that she knew no barbarian had ever learned to read. It was too much for her to just give up on though. "I take it you are the one who called for a fight?" She spoke her tone even and unwavering, the only indication of her feelings in her moving paws: Curious, eager. "Speech"

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Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi

The yearling that arrived had Ardyn’s attention as he took in the ink-black base and the fire-like markings adorning her coat. And the fact that she was tiny, though nothing as small as Aoife. Inwardly he had to laugh. Aoife would always be his measure against the world for smallest, and he didn’t often run across anyone who was as short as his spitfire bard of a sister. Curiously, the girl’s face was solemn, but her paws were a dance that he caught on to rather quickly. Observe always. His head cocked slightly, taking in the movements with interest, but his mismatched eyes twinkled as he nodded, offering a smile as he added, “I did. I’m Ardyn Adravendi of Valhalla—it’s a pack in the west.” His tail torched briefly as he settled more lightly into his stance—if he was sparring this yearling, he’d have to be light on his paws, because quite often, tiny meant fast and agile as hell. His head lowered to a level below his shoulders, chin tucking to cover his throat and letting his features settle into a silent snarl, baring the sabers that had, by now, nearly reached their adult length. His fingers flexed, though he kept his claws sheathed for now. His armor he would entrust to keep him protected for the most part, as Lyr pushed off with a croak of delight and flurry of glowing feathers. Ardyn spoke softly as he offered, “Your move, if you want to start first.” He did tend to like letting his opponent go first; it gave him an idea of what type of fighter they were. Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi vs Spark for Spar Round 0/2 Age: 1 Year Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed bracers Defensive Battle Accessory: Bullhide armor Companion 1: Raven, Male - Flying Mutation 1: Saber teeth - Offensive Mutation 2: Retractable claws - Offensive Mutation 3: Dexterous paws - Offensive Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter Specialty: N/A Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Spark of the Ademre Spark watched the other boy carefully, silvery gaze lingering on the shimmer of his coat for only a moment before she watched the way he shifted his weight, the way he held himself. He was quite a bit bigger than herself but that was not too surprising to her, it seemed many of the barbarians were taller and bulkier than herself or her family, Sizzle being a mirror image of herself after all. But that also worked fine for Spark, she was more than used to using her mobility to her advantage. She remained still, where others might shift their weight slightly when they stood Spark reserved movement until she needed it. The boy spoke and she had a name to put to his face at least. Her paws signed out: friendly greeting. "I am Spark of the Ademre peoples, I hail from the southern continent." Where the rest of her people were, scattered to the wind, she could not say. Even her mother and twin sister were not easy to track down. It seemed only her uncle had settled amongst other wolves. The boy seemed to prepare and Spark herself settled easily into her own usual stance, her tail flagging out even to her spine and toes spreading, rolling her weight slightly forward onto her toes, feeling the ground beneath her paws. The boy offered her a chance to start the encounter and her paws signed out her feelings of his offer: Smug, pleased, confident. Though she had no doubt it was a tactic on the man's part she knew well enough that he was giving her a measure of control. While his face fixed itself into a snarl her's remained as neutral as ever, eyes only narrowing a slight bit more than usual to protect that vital area. And with that Spark would start towards him, not at a run, not to start at least. She approached him head-on at almost an amble, only breaking into a run a few feet from him, attempting to dart to her left, darting her jaw out to nip at his right shoulder as she continued to try and sidestep further into his right side, jaws seeking to continue to harry him with small bites along his right side. Spark vs Ardyn for Spar Round 1/2 Age: 1 year Size: Small Build: Light Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Beginner Fighter Specialty: N/A "Speech"

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Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi

She was an interesting creature, to be sure. Her words were flatly spoken, features blank. But her paws continued to move, and he thought he might be picking out a sort of pattern to it. She took his offer to go first and he watched her as she came in, spotting the brief moment when muscles bunched to leap into a run a few feet in. He stood firm until the last beat as her jaws came for his right shoulder. He dropped his right shoulder slightly as she came then lunged, aiming to counter by throwing that shoulder up and aiming to drive the shoulder Spark sought into her nose as his hind end swung away from the girl, to his own left, aiming to bring them into an L shaped angle, his chest facing her left shoulder. He hoped to stun her nose and possibly briefly blind her with the tears that came naturally from a stinging smack to the nostrils. His left foreleg slashed forward simultaneously, weight shifting to his other three legs as his long-haired tail flicked out for added balance, long toes aiming to snag her by the scruff in a tight, sheathed-clawed grip with hopes of using it to throw the smaller wolf a distance away from himself and give himself space, and maybe throw her off a bit in terms of confidence. Lyr floated on the breeze above, waiting for his moment to drop in for a visit on the opponent. Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi vs Spark for Spar Round 1/2 Age: 1 Year Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed bracers Defensive Battle Accessory: Bullhide armor Companion 1: Raven, Male - Flying Mutation 1: Saber teeth - Offensive Mutation 2: Retractable claws - Offensive Mutation 3: Dexterous paws - Offensive Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Hunter Specialty: N/A OOC: Sorry for the late response >.> got sucked into an audiobook... lol Hope this post makes sense Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Spark of the Ademre Pain blossomed through Spark's muzzle as bone smashed into her nose, but instead of stopping her she grunted and suddenly ducked. Spark knew well enough that if she stopped when she was struck she'd be easily caught, keep moving and you keep the adrenaline pumping and you make it harder for your opponent to catch you. His claws grazed the back of her neck, missing her scruff and pulling at her neck hairs. She would attempt to lunge forward instead, trying to dive under him and latch her jaws on his left hind leg just along the ankle. She would attempt to swing herself so only her head remained under his weight, trying to get her body out from under him knowing full well she would be in danger if he dropped down on top of her. Spark vs Ardyn for Spar Round 2/2 Age: 1 year Size: Small Build: Light Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Beginner Fighter Specialty: N/A "Speech"

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