Sparrow led her pack over to the island, waiting for a day of deep fog so they would not been seen from the opposing shore while they still swam up and were prone to attacks. She had worked with friar to craft a small raft that could be used to carry goods and possibly the injured. It wasn't as grand as the pirate ship, but it was good enough for a stealthy operation. They were able to swim ashore and as soon as Sparrow did a brief headcount, she called for the pack, "We're just here for some goods- give up now and we can avoid a whole mess of fighting!" It was hard to keep scent markers in the oceanic sands, but the beach was used enough to hold their scent. She turned to her group, "Alright guys- match their energy as before, and try not to die."

Dunkan was on a patrol, borders and all. Eyes cold, expression unaffected by anything as always. All that was on his mind was to secure his home even if he wants told to, he did things without being told. Something he brought from his childhood, do things instead of wisting for others to do it. Brown hairs flew with the ocean's breeze, finding his paws sink in the sand, pristine sand. All felt calm until...a bunch of idiots decided to invade his fucking pack. He wasn't in the mood for Stupids. Didn't they know where they were fucking attacking? They risked getting maimed by such stupid move. He rushed, calling for both Kaira his hawk and Urasa, the jaguar. Putting of his lion head helmet with the mane and his claw gloves. He didn't say nor made any expression he would rather attack on the act, the bitch was going to pay. No games. She was a moron to think Feinmere was just about to give them what they asked without a fight. He went right toward the leader, but instead of a frontal approach he was about to do so in an sneak blow. He was against a larger wolf but that mattered little, size was never an impediment to his skills. The taller one is the harder and easier is to fall. He aimed to go behind and try to sneak on the pirate's rear for then attempting to slam as hard as he could against the Sparrow back end, for simultaneously attempting to bite on the spine, in the portion of the tail base. Urasa placed himself in front, to block any escape routes. Kaira up in the sky ready to alert him of any unseen danger. Specialty: Knight Dunkan vs Sparrow for Raid Round 1/2 Age: +1 Size: Large Build: Heavy Offensive Battle Accessory: Lion Claw Gauntlets Defensive Battle Accessory: Lion skull helmet Companion 1: Jaguar, Male - Battle Companion 2: Red-tailed hawk, Female - Flying Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Intellectual Specialty: Knight "Talk"

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As Sparrow turned to talk to her crew, an opposing wolf got the drop on her, slamming himself onto her like an overeager and over-inebriated romantic partner. He bit at her rump- the spine just above the base of her tail, rather- which would be a pretty piss poor grip for lovey dovey times and as such, Sparrow, who was clearly a genius, deducted that this was, in fact, an attack. "Hey now, butt biting is a weird way to start a fight," she called, looking back towards the man- oh, this was good. Despite the pain, Sparrow rocked back into his bite and lifted her back left leg, slamming it back donkey kick style aiming for his gentleman's prize or at least his tender stomach. "Get off my ass!"

Sparrow vs Dunkan for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced pirate hat
Companion 1: Harlequin Macaw, Female - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Capuchin monkey, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Bone spurs - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Knight

Now her fur had grown back, and those weird head bumps had resolved themselves into a small set of antlers, Modesty had regained a large portion of the pep in her step, a wide toothy grin hard to wipe from her face as she followed Sparrow and the other pirates further south than she had ever been. Under other circumstances she probably would have found herself nosing around to see what made things so different here, but currently, well, she was a little preoccupied.

She gave a little shove to Gil’s shoulder when Sparrow mentioned trying not to die, they weren’t here for war after all, just a bit of chaos… and loot. Before they even had a chance to move though, one of the residents was on the Captain’s ass. She stifled a laugh, knowing her leader could handle herself and used the distraction to advance further towards their target, humming a little ditty one of the other wolves birds had taught her under her breath, adrenaline coursing through her veins. It was all so new and exciting!

“Speech.”

They said that I got to keep it sweet

Cináed just so happened to be out on the beach near his bungalow when he spotted the intruders and heard one of them yelling about giving up some goods to avoid fighting. He scoffed a bit at that and scrambled to throw on his armor while whistling for his companions—the mastiff running out from the bungalow and the black hawk taking flight from his perch on the roof. When he arrived on the scene he saw Dunkan already going for what looked like the leader of them so he charged in toward the next closest one to him which just happened to be a woman that was marked with sunset-like colors that was just a tiny bit shorter than he was. He motioned for his hawk to go ahead of him, the agate-beaked bird diving in toward the top of her head with talons reaching for the small antlers sprouting from her head to distract and throw her off while he made his initial attack.

Ducking to her right side, he attempted to charge in at an angle so that he could try to slam his chest into her shoulder, hoping to jab the spikes that covered the front of his chest plate into the skin there. In the same breath he reached for the back of her neck to try and grab her scruff—only to notice the sharp quills sticking out from her fur just in time to rethink that decision. Instead he turned his head to aim a bite at the side of her neck, no longer trying to get a hold and more just trying to inflict more damage so he could drive her back.

Cináed vs Modesty for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked chest plate
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced leather bracers
Companion 1: Black hawk, Male - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Tibetan Mastiff, Male - Battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bard

"Cináed"

His attack landed, and he would attempt to trash his head to the sides, he wasnt to simply bite and wait. He would take any chance to cause damage and give these clowns a fitting treatment for their foolish transgression. Words came to deaf ears while he was all focused in the assault to defend the place he lived. There Sparrow like a donkey,would aim for his goods with her paw. He walked backwards hoping to atleast make it land whenever it wasnt his private parts. Then he attempted to go to her side and bite again this time closer to her front. Fangs released by their lips, growls and hackles rose in the heat of the moment. Dunkan vs Sparrow for Dominance Round 2/2 Age: +1 Size: Large Build: Heavy Offensive Battle Accessory: Lion Claw Gauntlets Defensive Battle Accessory: Lion skull helmet Companion 1: Jaguar, Male - Battle Companion 2: Red-tailed hawk, Female - Flying Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Intellectual Specialty: Knight "Speech"

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I'm Trying to Find A Signal Fire

Pyralis had no intention of swimming all the way over onto the island. She'd instead remodeled the base of her firecart into a raft and with some assistance from her companions paddled her way onto shore. Luckily the tide and currents had been in their favor. Traipsing across the border into Fenmyre she followed her fellows with a grin on her face. She was entering her twelfth year of life. Twelve! She had expected to be dead by her seventh year. Would Abraxas really condemn her die of old age?
She was here for a fight, knowing and expecting her last to come along at any moment. In some ways even hoping for it. A large male went after Sparrow and soon Modesty was in a fight. Pyralis let her winged companions keep an eye out as she waited for her own opponent.

His first raid. Excitement coursed through him as he followed Sparrow and the pack toward the island. With Modesty at his shoulder, he shined a brilliant smile at her with his yellowed eyes lit up. Even as they took the makeshift raft across the water, his skin tingled with the itch to get into a tussle. Nothing serious, just enough to hold them off while one of the others could steal the goods.

As his paws hit the sand and they lurked through the fog, he brushed his shoulder in return to Modesty before taking his own direction. Gil noticed two already rushing toward them, his fur bristling when one went for Modesty. Initially, he wanted to rush in to help, but kept going, knowing they had to press on if they wanted to be successful. If she needed help, he would be there.

Turning his attention back toward the looming beach and buildings, he prowled closer to Fenmyre’s home. With his companions at his side, he was ready to meet his match.

Cerberus was out running a patrol of the island, one of the responsibilities he had been given to start on his own but he had gotten used to protecting against predators and marking borders. He saw the raft of wolves floating towards the island, and immediately called for the aid of their warriors. It was obvious these were trespassers and not visitors.

With his two mastiff's along with him, he thrust forward onto the scene and went for immediate action. He wasn't sure if his father would be here, but since this raid wasn't planned among the two parties the thought of Chimera watching him wasn't on his mind. He went after an older dark woman, but he wouldn't sit and think of what kinds of weaknesses she had or if she was potentially a bad opponent due to her age. He couldn't judge a book by it's cover.

He leapt forward towards her, aiming to shove his horns with force lower at the center of her chest at the same time reaching to bite down on her right foreleg. He wasn't fighting to the death, but he was not holding back like he would a planned battle. His two mastiff's took each side of him and prepared to step in at any time.

"Cerberus"

Cerberus vs Pyralis for Dominance (Raid)
Round 1/x
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra Large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Metal claw bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather harness with spikes
Companion 1: Tibetan Mastiff, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Tibetan Mastiff, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Goat horns - Offensive
Mutation 2: Sharpened fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Advanced Intellectual
Specialty: Knight

Scylla was doing what Scylla did, which was... whatever in the hell she wanted. On this particular day, the dainty girl had been cleaning up her newest acquisition. She'd come across a traveler that had some armor to sell and Scylla just so happened to have a bit of currency to trade with. The dusty leather had caught her eye and, as she tried it on, it seemed that the armor had been crafted especially for her. Yes, there was a bit of room to grow, but that was what the adjustable buckles were for, wasn't it? Taking it home, the girl had oiled the leather that covered the steel plating until it gleamed like rich obsidian. Oh yes... she would look nice in this.

Mismatched ears perked as Cerberus called out. Their home was being invaded? Great excuse to wear her new armor! With her long tail already braided, Scylla buckled on her new armor, strapped her curved blade to one foreleg, then made her way towards the shore, excitement thrumming in the girl's veins.

She wasn't the first one to arrive. Already others were squaring up with their opponents. Only one man was currently unoccupied, but not for long. Had she known that he had come here searching for some glorious battle, the fae of a child would have laughed. The slate and snow girl moved up towards him, a smile splitting her maw as she drew near. "Hey there, big guy. Looks like it's you and me, eh? You guys made a bit of a mistake, you know?" Scylla's pink nose gave a little wrinkle as she made an 'ooh, sorry' grimace. "I hope you're ready," she smiled again, visibly excited. "I've never been in a raid before so I'm not entirely sure what I'll do. I guess we'll both find out, right?"

The sweet child shifted into hardened killer like the turning of a page. Her diminutive size made it easy to move quickly, and she did just that. Scylla's long pelt bristled as she rushed the larger wolf, ears tucked back and jaws wide. She aimed to sink her teeth into one of the man's forelegs, simultaneously unsheathing her blade with her dexterous little digits. As her mouth was coming down, the blade was swiping outward, hoping to cut into the mans flesh. If she could manage to make him bleed even a little, she'd be soooo happy.

"Scylla"

Scylla vs Gilgamesh for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Dagger and sheath
Defensive Battle Accessory: Steel and leather armor
Companion 1: Dark Blue Bush Viper, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Bush Dog, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Enhanced vision - Perception
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Healer

A fight, a fight! The promise of a raid coursed hotly in Jack's system, and she was absolutely alight with it. Alive with it. There was something incredible about it, and her heart throbbed in her chest. With a toss of her head, she came ashore. A pirate, she'd be a real fucken pirate. From the strap across her back, she pulled her Big Stick of Fuck Offening. Really, stick, rusty nails and all, nothing could touch her. Who would dare? Who would absolutely dare? Blue eyes burning in the low, foggy light, the antihero was ready. Ready, prepared, head held high. It was more fun than you could shake a stick at!

Albion was feeling both confident and self conscious in his skill. He’d been working diligently in his awareness. His ears were always on a swivel, and his ghostly blue gaze scanned the horizon in every direction. Nothing was going to get past him. Except they did. It was Cerberus call that got his attention, and massive ivory paws carried him swiftly towards his big brother. He arrived in time to watch Scylla leap forward into her own fight, but the boy had enough sense to know he couldn’t focus on her.

The young prince was drawn to one other wolf that was as of yet unpaired. She seemed to have hindered her jaws with an awkward branch, so Albion took his chances with what he saw as an easier opponent. He was tall and he was quick, he’d manage to easily outpace her swinging. Or at least that was what the inexperienced youth believed.

He had one kind of attack he started with but he wasn’t so sure of it in this instance. He didn’t really want to get too close. So Albion would aim to approach at a slow lope. Everyone else was in high gear but he moved slowly, in hopes of making her question him long enough that he could swipe out with his sharp feline like claws before he backpedaled to get away from retaliation of stick.

Albion vs Jack for Dominance
Round 1/ 2?
Age: under 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Mutation 1: Serrated teeth - Offensive
Mutation 2: Retractible claws - Offensive
Mutation 3: Heavy bones - Defensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Intellectual
Ally Specialty: Bard
"Albion Klein"

Úlfr had to admit there was something exciting about crossing a small stretch of sea to raid on an island. He couldn't care less if they received anything other than bruises and cuts. The call of adventure and battle was all he really needed. Once they arrived on the island Sparrow gave her instructions and Úlfr held back for a moment to watch the battle unfold. His ravens took to the sky, soaring above him. All around him his compatriots engaged in battle but he was patient. Striding forward his eyes scanned the scene looking for an opponent for himself.

A shadow over her head gave the other kite away, but her own was just as protective and alert, moving in to intercept before it could get too tangled in her antlers. That didn’t mean the distraction didn’t work though.

A flash of red in the corner of her eye drew her attention back to the battle at hand. As the strangers chest collected with her own, her head dropped reflexively, swinging her new antlers to the right and down towards the left side of her opponents face, as he aimed for her neck. Those bites hurt! and she growled her protests and lifted a clawed paw to try and shove his shoulder to put a bit of distance between them.

She felt really bad about getting physical, after all, she had never been in a fight before and they hadn’t even said hello! Maybe once all this was over with she would come back and offer her apologies, no hard feelings and all that. For now though, well, she had to make herself useful and try to get home in one piece.

“Speech.”

They said that I got to keep it sweet

Modesty vs Cináed for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked rings
Defensive Battle Accessory: Saddlebags
Companion 1: Brahminy Kite, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Jackalope, male - Battle
Mutation 1: Quills - Defensive
Mutation 2: Muntjac antlers - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Navigator & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bard

Balthier had heard the call and while he wasn't very social with those of the pack this was his one duty to attend and he didn't mind at all. Protecting his pack and his sister were everything to him, and he would have never ignored when they needed him. He wasn't used to raids like this, or raids at all. Abaven had been a safe and quiet pack when he lived there. But he supposed testing and keeping up with his skills were worth the time as long as their opponents weren't looking to cause real harm. He hoped they weren't

By the time he arrived everyone was in a fight except for this one guy in the back. Balthier slid through the others and went towards the male maybe not so headstrong but picked up a little pace as he grew closer. As he closed the distance between them he went to collide face to face or in this case chest to chest with open arms to try and hold around the brute. His jaw opened to attempt to bite down on his scruff above the left shoulder. They were matched in size so what he was going for made sense.

"Balthier"

Balthier vs Ulfr for Dominance (Raid)
Round 1/x
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Curved dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Scaled Metal Bracers
Companion 1: Crested Caracara, Male - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Ring Tailed Lemur, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

Cináed got a quick bite in to the side of the woman's neck after he slammed into her shoulder, but with her antlers getting tossed back toward his face he made a hasty retreat before they could stab at his cheek too badly. They left a couple shallow lacerations on his cheek before he could fully get out of the way and her paw reaching for his shoulder jabbed him a bit with her claws, but since he was already on his way to back up from her there was probably less damage from those scratches than there could have been otherwise. He quickly reset his stance as he quickly backed up from her enough to square off with her once again, standing across from her with his paws anchored under him and his head lowered, his shoulders rolled forward and scruff bunched up around his neck to protect it. He didn't know where these wolves came from or why they were here, but he wasn't about to let them go traipsing into their territory to steal their supplies. No, it was time for them to go back to wherever it was they came from.

Ciná ran toward her hard, bolting in and dodging to her left side, leaving a bit of space between them so he could have more wiggle room to dodge whatever attacks she tried to throw at him in the mean time. He focused on keeping her attention, staying on the defensive while he tried to aim little bites along her left side around the curve of her ribs. In the mean time, his Tibetan mastiff that had been staying off to the side went for her back right leg where he could stay out of sight of their opponent and went to bite down around her ankle, trying to pull her leg out from under her and disrupt her balance.

Cináed vs Modesty for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked chest plate
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced leather bracers
Companion 1: Black hawk, Male - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Tibetan Mastiff, Male - Battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bard

"Cináed"

The man released his grip to walk backwards in order to avoid Sparrow from decimating his potential family lineage. It was understandable he’d want to keep those in tact. His retreat would give Sparrow time to properly spin around and face her opponent head on. He came at her, aiming for somewhere on his front, but it seemed as if even he wasn’t entirely sure where he was aiming. He came forward and Sparrow aimed to deflect his attack with a well timed bitch-slap to his muzzle. Even the strongest wolf’s eyes would water at a good nose slap, so Sparrow reeled her left front paw back and thrust it in the man’s direction.

Sparrow vs Dunkan for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced pirate hat
Companion 1: Harlequin Macaw, Female - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Capuchin monkey, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Bone spurs - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Knight

The light jingle of his chainmail draped over his shoulders helped keep his concentration on the task ahead. As his pack mates around him began to clash, he struggled not to look back to make sure Modesty was okay. With one ear swiveled back in her direction, his head pulled up slightly when his wolverine let out a low growl. Glancing to the girl who approached with a devious grin, Gil’s fur stood on end as he reciprocated the smile.

Bracing his paws as she chattered away, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I won’t go on easy on ya than, sweetheart,” he rumbled before he moved into his own actions. Size meant not much to him as he tucked his chin, ears, and tail close to his body and took a step back. Watching as she slipped in close to him like lightning striking a beach, he barely saw the blade as she went for his forelegs.

Feeling the swipe of metal and teeth latch onto the skin of his legs, he pulled his head up and around before striking down toward her. Aiming for the scruff on the back of her neck, he opened wide and revealed his fangs hoping to get a good hold of her skin. A few shakes wouldn’t hurt, right?


Gilgamesh vs Scylla for Dominance
Round: 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Gold chainmail cuirass
Companion 1: Barn Owl, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Crystal spines - Defensive
Mutation 2: Tufted deer fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Blessed

The slate and cream girl gave a soft, good natured laugh at the man's response, mismatched eyes crinkling with mirth. "I wouldn't expect any less," she replied before flipping her switch from happy to focused. Yes, she'd never been in a raid, but Scylla was smart. The girl worked things out in her mind before she did them. This raid would be no different.

Her blade bit into the mottled man's flesh and a slight grin tugged at the girl's maw as she opened up her neck to his attack. Little did he know, there was a surprise there waiting for him. From its place within the thicker fur around her neck, a dark blue bush viper struck out, fangs dripping poison. The muted light glinted off of the crystal scales of its underside. It aimed to bite the brute right in the face if he continued to try and bite the girl.

While all of this was happening, a small, earthen form rocketed from the dark, jungle foliage. The little bush dog made a beeline for the brutes legs in hopes of slamming into him and knocking him from his paws. During this distraction, Scylla had released her grip on the mans foreleg. She needed all of her strength to send her blade rocketing upwards, aiming for the sensitive abdominal flesh of the brute.

"Scylla"

Scylla vs Gilgamesh for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Under 1 year
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Dagger and sheath
Defensive Battle Accessory: Steel and leather armor
Companion 1: Dark Blue Bush Viper, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Bush Dog, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Enhanced vision - Perception
Skills: Expert Fighter & Advanced Healer

I'm Trying to Find A Signal Fire

Pyralis lifted her head as Alkali called out to her. She grinned, looked like she had her opponent, a strong young man with a notable set of horns. Well, well, this was going to be fun. She swiftly set her defenses, ears pinning to her head, tail tucking and her limbs coiled in preparation. Her join pain had been tended to before the journey and she was rearing to go. The boy charged straight forward, his head lowering. Pyralis steeled herself and as his head lowered, no dobut to make use of his horns, she struck. Hopping forward and seeking to intercept his attack. Her jaws lanched down for the top of the boy's muzzle while her left right paw came up and attempted to shove at his chest, seeking to slow him down and lessen the impact of their collision.

Pyralis vs Cerberus for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers with blades
Defensive Battle Accessory: Studded leather armor with cowl
Companion 1: Harris Hawk, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Potoo, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Navigator & Master Fighter
Specialty: Saboteur