You couldn't kill me if you tried Tel hadn't been to the battlefield since she had first met Ardyn and Aurielle, but now she was back in an effort to hone her fighting skills. She had learned some things from Ardyn, but whether or not she would remember them in practice was beyond her. It was easy for her to remember things, but putting things into practice without overthinking might be hard, she wasn't sure. She supposed she'd just have to find out. Finding a good spot on the battlefield, she tilted her head back and sang a melodic tune in an effort to get someone to join her. She was eager to get some practice in, maybe learn something new. Even better to her, meeting someone new. When she was done, she dropped her head and waited for someone to show up. "Speak"

Takeshi had been spending a lot of his time as of late going back and forth from the battlegrounds. Each spar taught him something new and gave him a leg up on the next one. He felt his muscles hardening with use and he grew taller and sturdier as time went on, furthering his advantages. It was like an addiction, the growth that he noted, and he only wanted it to continue. So, he’d set off for the battlegrounds once again with a small pack of food for the trip and his companions in tow just in case his opponent also had some. He knew others would likely use their companions no matter what, even if the other didn’t have them, but the boy didn’t think that it was necessarily fair in a spar. In an actual fight of course he would utilise them, but the point of a spar was to train, and it would be dishonorable to take advantage of that.

A call rang into the air, luckily, sweet and feminine and reminding him a bit of his sister Iki’s song. His auds swung forward and he picked up his pace, not wanting to lose the spar opportunity to another waiting foe. His bulky frame crossed the expanse with long strides, plowing through the snow with red tinged, fiery fog coming from his slightly opened jaws. As he got closer, he was surprised to see another beautiful wolf standing before him. She looked ethereal, like a goddess sent down from Abraxas himself, and he nearly stumbled but held his ground. He offered a bark off greeting as he arrived, handing his food pack to Benjiro before sending them off to perhaps start a fire or make themselves useful otherwise, as the woman clearly didn’t have any companions of her own.

He turned and moved closer, trying not to be as dazzled as he had been by the handsome, fiery man he’d come across before, and failing. She was...a lot. His face, however, remained impassive and stoic, refusing to let on his twitterpation in her presence, and he spread his legs apart in a defensive stance, ready to begin and let her have the first move.

"Thoughts/expression intention"

You couldn't kill me if you tried She didn't have to wait long before someone found her, though what she saw had her staring in awe. It was a pup, nearly a yearling if she had to guess, but already he was impressive. She was enthralled by the fact he had horns, and scales on his body that appeared to glow like hers. While Aurielle glowed, and Ardyn did too, they were the only other two wolves she knew besides her that could do that. And now there was another. Her tail wagged, glowing blindingly bright in her excitement. The boy didn't say anything though, as she watched him drop into a defensive stance. The companions that had come with him had moved off to do something else, and she took that as a sign that perhaps pleasantries would come after their spar. She flashed a smile as she too, settled into her own defenses. Alien gaze watched him for a moment, assessing how she was going to approach this, but...she wasn't very experienced with fighting someone that looked like him. Ardyn didn't have horns, and neither did she. Still, it was just a practice spar. Nothing serious. "Ready or not!" She exclaimed in her melodic voice. And then she was off! She opted to come at him head on, long legs eating the ground as they brought her closer to him. And once she felt she was close enough, she opted to throw her left shoulder forward in an attempt to clash it against his chest. As she did so, she brought her right foreleg forward and sought to drag one of his forefeet towards her. Her own jaws opened up, crown turning to her right, seeking to land a bite on the right side of his neck. Simple moves. She knew that. But she was still learning, and this was as good a practice as any. Tel'Teukiira vs Takeshi for Spar Round: 1/? Age: 1yr Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Mutation 1: Feline claws - Offensive Mutation 2: Saber fangs - Offensive Skills: Beginner Fighter & Novice Intellectual "Speak"

Her tail wagged as she saw him, nearly blending into the snow at their paws but still managing to catch the light in a dazzling gleam. Then, she smiled at him, and he felt his heart flutter. A deep, crimson blush found its way to his cheeks, hidden beneath his pitch colored pelt, and he bit his cheek to keep himself in check. Take was no casanova, how could he be when he couldn’t even speak? He also had no experience with the opposite sex in ways other than familial affection. Ashen was made up of wolves that were related to him in one way or another, and he was perfectly fine with that because his family was his whole world, but he’d found his world being turned off kilter with each of his outings as he experienced more and more of what was out there. Of these experiences came his first encounters of crushes, though he was too naive to know that’s what they actually were.

She let out a bright burst of words, like the tinkling of bells, before launching herself forward at him. Her lithe frame crossed the slush and leapt toward him, catching him by surprise with her direct attack. He would have expected her to be more stealthy, considering he was bulkier than her in weight, but at the same time he was impressed by her confidence. She leaned in with her shoulder to try and ram it into his chest, a dainty foreleg fishing out to try and pull his weight out from under him. He took the hit to the chest with a wince, knowing he would certainly be sore from that later, and allowed her to pull a foreleg out from him, but not before draping his other leg over her shoulders. His full bulk fell forward, attempting to pull her down with him. If he were successful, he’d twist, attempting to avoid her teeth but feeling them graze his neck and pull some hairs along with them, and gather his hind legs up under him to press against her body and toss her away. He wasn’t quick, he had too much muscle, but he would try and clammer himself to his paws to pinn her down while she was still on the ground by pressing his forelegs against her chest.

Takeshi vs Tel'Teukiira for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced tiger claws
Mutation 1: Ram horns - Offensive
Mutation 2: Scales - Defensive
Mutation 3: Scales - Defensive
Skills: Novice Fighter & Intermediate Hunter

"Thoughts/expression intention"

You couldn't kill me if you tried She didn't know if it was sheer luck, her dazzling display, or maybe this boy was just as inexperienced as her, that got her this close, but her first strike hit and she couldn't help but feel pride well up in her chest. He was bulkier than her, yes. She was just as tall herself, but more lithe and slimmer than he was. Still, her inexperience had driven her to the head-on approach and she didn't think to do anything else at the moment. You lived and you learned right? She still had plenty to learn, and she had plenty of time to learn it. For a split second, she felt like things were going right. That is, until she felt a foreleg drape over her shoulder at about the same time she was dragging the other one towards her. Unfortunately, she hadn't taken this sort of maneuver into account. His weight fell forward, the boy taking her down with him. Her teeth missed their mark, barely dragging a few hairs out before she was practically tossed away into the snow. Alien gaze grew wide for a moment in panic, but then as the adrenaline kicked in and she saw things practically different than what others might, her mind raced for a quick course of action. He came at her, and Tel while a little disoriented and surprised, had managed to twist herself so that she was still on her back, but lithe hind legs were coiled and aimed towards him. The moment he was over her and started to press his paws into her chest, she kicked her hind legs with everything she had into his belly while reaching up and seeking to grasp his shoulders with her forepaws at the same time. Her goal was to send him flying over her pretty little head. If she was successful, then she was confident that her counter would knock the wind from his lungs and disorient him. She had to admit, so far this fight was teaching her as much as it was entertaining for her. Tel'Teukiira vs Takeshi for Spar Round: 2/2 Age: 1yr Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Mutation 1: Feline claws - Offensive Mutation 2: Saber fangs - Offensive Skills: Beginner Fighter & Novice Intellectual "Speak"

Damn his bulk, he was too slow out of the gate. The girl had enough time to twist herself around as he bore down on her and he didn’t have enough time to correct himself before he was suddenly sent toppling over the top of her. Touché, it was a very similar move to the one he’d used on her. She seemed to be a quick study, showing intelligence behind her pretty face and a natural manner of adapting to her foe. That would do her well in the long run.

He ducked his head as he went sailing so that he rolled onto his back without severely hurting his neck. Still, it was enough to make him wince and cough as the air whooshed from his lungs. The boy rolled to his paws in a daze, stumbling slightly before giving his large, horned head a shake. Then, he leapt forward once again, paws outstretched as he covered the short distance between them in an effort to wrap his paws around her neck to bring her down to the ground.

Takeshi vs Tel'Teukiira for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced tiger claws
Mutation 1: Ram horns - Offensive
Mutation 2: Scales - Defensive
Mutation 3: Scales - Defensive
Skills: Novice Fighter & Intermediate Hunter

"Thoughts/expression intention"

And the winner is...

Tel'Teukiira

Takeshi must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Tel'Teukiira : Attack Roll: 99 Defense Roll: 52 Agility Roll: 10 Perception Roll: 94 Total: 255 Attack[99] + 30% Bonus[29.70]: 128.70 Defense[52] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 52.00 Agility[10] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 10.00 Perception[94] + 5% Bonus[4.70]: 98.70 Total[289.40] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 289.40 Takeshi : Attack Roll: 87 Defense Roll: 99 Agility Roll: 36 Perception Roll: 42 Total: 264 Attack[87] + 40% Bonus[34.80]: 121.80 Defense[99] + 20% Bonus[19.80]: 118.80 Agility[36] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 36.00 Perception[42] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 42.00 Total[318.60] + -15% Bonus[-47.79]: 270.81

You couldn't kill me if you tried She had succeeded in sending him flying over her head, and she had to admit, she was surprised that her maneuver had worked! As he stumbled to his feet, she took the opportunity to get back to hers, an excited grin on her face and a twinkle in her silver-hued eyes. He came running at her again, and she was already moving. While they were both the same height, she was a dancer on her toes and quicker than him it seemed. She couldn't help the playful smile that appeared, pearly whites flashing for a brief moment. When he reached with his paws to grab her in a hug, she planted her hind legs firmly into the ground and rose up as tall as she could. Forelegs outstretched, she caught his horns in a firm hold, her felid-claws unsheathed for a better grip. Pressing her weight forward, she was only pushed back a few, short inches before she managed to stop him in his tracks. They stood stock-still. Eye to eye. Just a breath apart. The eyes of a storm locked with those of fire. Her muzzle dangerously close to his. If she wanted to, she could reach out and lick his nose if she so chose. But she didn't. Instead, another playful smile flashed at him, that same twinkle in her eye dancing in her gaze. While she was mostly inexperienced in battle, she was sure they both knew who the winner of their spar was. He could keep trying, but she had control of his head, and there wasn't really anywhere else for him to go. "Do you give up yet?" She lightly teased before releasing him. She dropped back to all fours as she shook the dirt from her fur, tail wagging with excitement as she stepped back to allow him room. "C'mon, now that that's outta the way I wanna go see some stuff!" She chirped before turning and leading the way to somewhere else without waiting for an answer. In her mind, this meant they were friends now. At least, that's how her and Ardyn ended up meeting and becoming friends, so this must be how it works, right? -Exit- "Speak"