He needed to be here, that much was certain. In such a short time, so many risks had come into play. He had to be cautious, for both a potential war and a potential death match stared him in the face. It had been years since he had battled. The deep scars beneath his fur had faded and begun to disappear. He only hoped that muscle-memory would serve him well.



He stepped slowly toward the battlefield, considering the possibilities. He would fight for Tortuga, if it came to it. But most of all, he would risk his life to see his children. He knew that if he tried, Morphine would want his death. He wanted to be ready for her to try. It was a difficult thought for him, but one that almost made sense. He did his best to ignore the part that told him he had much more to live for than a couple of kids who were raised to despise him.



Once he found a spot he thought suitable, Seraphim loosed a call from his maw for a challenger. He needed to practice with everything he had so that he would be prepared for any challenge that came his way.






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ooc: already forgot what you told me in the cbox. xD Since you mentioned the war I'm guessing this is after Isardis challenged for liberty, and the rumor of war has been spread.

It irritated her, this crap going on between Valhalla and Glaciem over a foolish girl. Seraphine lost her mother, the only thing in the world she had to a fire, yet she didn't go seducing some man of power. She kept going, tried surviving till a woman found her and too her in. From that moment on she helped Luce, tried to not cause trouble, and when the kids came she stood by and watched over them whenever she had to go out to hunt. What made her more angry about it, her father and friend were so willing to join this idiotic war. A howl slicing through the air would cause the young lady to stop, nose winkling, then off she went to answer. In no time she had found the area it had come from, the battlefield, but what made a look of surprise wash over her was the sight of Seraphim, the man she met before the fire. Good friend, and kind of like another father to her. "Seraphim." She would say with a smile, walking up to the man and stopping just three feet from him. "normal. talk. think. you." Awesome image by Trynx <3

Surprise. It was the first feeling to come to him when his challenger came into view. He hadn't quite known what to expect coming to the battlefield, but Seraphine certainly hadn't been it. The girl was still young. He did not expect that she would be required to fight in the coming war, and he knew she had an able father that could teach her the basics she would need to survive for now. Why would she come to the battlefield looking for an actual fight?



Seraphine, he greeted with a smile and a nod. What brings you to the battlefield today? He was uncertain whether he was comfortable sparring with the girl. He needed to fight hard, to loose the aggression pent up within him. He wondered if he would be capable of doing that with this young friend of his.






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Of course he would ask what she was doing here in the battlefield, it was no place for a yearling like her. Seraphine needed this though, she had to be here, and she was guessing her friend was here for similar reasons. "I wish to fight Seraphim, a lot is going on that is leaving me with a lot of pent up anger. It will help me learn." She spoke calmly. Would he even do it, spar with her? There was a high possibility, at least in her head, that he would ask her to leave, to head back home where she would be safe. She would not go though, if he didn't wish to fight then she would just look for somebody else willing too. "normal. talk. think. you." Awesome image by Trynx <3

The answer to his question had been obvious before he asked it, but he still needed confirmation. He could understand the girl's frustration - she was young, so her pack would be sure to insist that she did nothing while they headed to war. Her father would probably head out to battle in the mean time. Her concerns were probably the same as his, though from a different viewpoint - they all came back to family.



He opened his mouth to tell her to go home, but abruptly snapped it shut. If he refused to spar her, would someone more aggressive take his place? Would she be safe alone on the battlefield? He felt himself deciding between two evils, and struggling to choose the lesser. After a moment's hesitation, he offered the girl a small smile.



Sera, I will spar with you. What rules would you like to set, and how long would you like to go?






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A small smile would form upon her lips once Seraphim agreed to spar, asking what the terms were and how long she would want to go. Seraphine would stare past the man, thinking about a few things that seemed good, after all, they were here for practice, not to inflict serious damage on each other. No, she could never to that to him, Seraphim was like a second father to her. With a breath the yearling would take a step back, holding her head high with the smile still there, gaze staring into the man's. "This is just a spar, of course no serious harm upon each other... Three rounds sound good?" She would ask, waiting to set up her defenses till he agreed. "normal. talk. think. you." Awesome image by Trynx <3

Though he still thought of Sera as a child, he had to remind himself that she was now a young adult. She stood as tall as he, but much slimmer. And despite his past experience in battle, it had been a few years since he had so much as verbally assaulted another wolf. He was well out of practice while Sera was simply inexperienced. Perhaps this spar wouldn't be as far off balanced as he had led himself to believe.



His muscles tensed slightly as he readied himself, keeping his eyes narrow, his ears falling back against his skull. His tail raised to be even with his spine and his weight shifted slightly to his toes. He lowered his head to cover his neck and offered the girl a smile. Three rounds it is, whenever you are ready.



Round 0 of 3 v. Seraphine for Practice



Attacks: None.

Defenses: Eyes narrow, ears flat, tail raised, head tucked, weight slightly on toes.

Injuries:None.






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