The Warlord led his wolves to the territory Dread had scouted for him not that long ago. It was land that the Warlord knew intimately, and had spent many years exploring. The Dove Island Archipelago had once been a second home to him. Now, he and his wolves arrived as dawn began to touch the sky. Hints of orange broke apart the shadows, and burned across a faint brush of mist rising and hissing from the cool pre-winter grass. Checking his surroundings, he motioned to his wolves and led the way across the land bridge, before spreading out into the main Island. Crossing the territory of the Raiders Hollow without so much as a hesitation.

He waited until his wolves were across the scent markers before he raised his head and sounded out his challenge. The deep baritone rolled out before him, sending a flurry of birds into the dawning sky. A summoning's for the Raiders leader. He imagined, with some amusement, that the early hour might catch them with their pants down and heads to their pillows. Face stretched into a smile with no kindness, he searched for his first opponent.


"Speech"

Hazel remained on the Warlord's right flank as they crossed to the Islands, gaze burning. This wasn't just about the raid. No, it was about sending a message. They were sending a message to the newly re-formed pirates. They weren't going to be fucked with by the new regime, they weren't going to be trifled with. There's a burning in her green gaze, something bright and unsettling. Her first raid as the General, and she was going to rise to the occasion. Rise and keep rising-- the same as she always has.

She remains painfully aware of the Warlord's previous orders. Make sure that the path to the healers remains clear. Keep an eye on everyone. They would all make it out if Hazel had anything to say about it. They would all make it back. Between then and now? Well, it was going to be a raid for the ages. She could feel it in her bones, she could feel it in her chest. Splitting away from Sirius's side to cover more ground, Hazel is ready. Fuck, she's more than ready. It's time.

"Speech"

The trip to the Raiders new home lands was uneventful and the red woman is grateful for that. Dawn is painting the sky when Sirius motions the raiding party across the land bridge and Keahi is on his left as they move. Ocean blue eyes scan the territory ahead while also sparing glances over to Hazel and the other wolves in the party. The call of war sounds through the air as they break past the scent markers and the sound of paws thundering across sand fills the air as they move toward the island.

Wordlessly, the woman detaches from Sirius left as they hit the main island and she moves away, allowing the rest of raiding party space to move into. Keen eyes search for opponents while also keeping an assessing eye on members of her own pack. She knows that Hazel will keep the area back to the healers clear so the tropical born wolf makes sure to take note of everyone’s performance today.


"Keahi Mogotsi"

The raid is actually happening. Excitement rolls off the young Andromeda in waves as the raiding party silently approaches the chain of islands. She looks to her father, waiting for his signal to move forward and, when it is given, the girl falls into place slightly behind him. The group runs past the scent markers without a second thought and Sirius releases the challenging call to the Raiders leader.

Andy’s heart leaps into her throat with anticipation at she realizes that this is actually happening. The black leather of her armor and thorn wrappings has been oiled until it shines and the blue sapphire in her chest armor has been polished. She is not nervous as they hit the main land and the group spreads out in search of opponents; Andy came to do battle and she is ready.


"Andromeda Fatalis"

Well it seemed it was time for a reversal. The young woman was just minding her own business, lightly dozing when the challenge went up. She'd been on the verge of properly waking up anyways but she still jolted into consciousness. The call rang in her ears as she quickly pieced reality back together, a thrill of excitement going through her. Almost instantly she jumped to her paws, no thoughts on who might already be engaged with their would be raiders and who might be a better pick than she was honestly. She was simply dashing out into the open morning air. She rushed towards the shore, tail high and tongue lolling comically, clearly she was treating this about as seriously as she had her first raid. Which was to say like this was a fun adventure to have. It seemed their invaders had started to spread out and Flurry only stopped long enough to scan her options. The big important looking guy was probably their leader, someone she suspected her father would probably want dibs on, as she eyed up the rest of them she spotted a young woman around her age or so with curling horns rising from her skull. A grin split Flurry's face as she bore down on the purple girl, she wanted to clash horns with her so bad! Flurry lined herself up so that she was perpendicular to the other girl, forming a rough T shape if you traced their eye lines, and then... She was off! Flurry lowered her head as she ran, hoping to catch the other girl off guard and maybe get to stick her with the pointy end of her own horns, and if not well... Flurry wasn't really intending on stopping short, maybe she'd get to bowl her over instead! Flurry vs Andromeda for Dominance Round 1/? Age: 1+ Size: Extra large Build: Light Mutation 1: Water Deer Fangs - Offensive Mutation 2: Pronghorn horns - Offensive Skills: Beginner Navigator & Intermediate Fighter "Speech"

Art by Perencreste

Since his rise to leadership, Gilgamesh found himself drinking less. Taking on the responsibility of leading a pack and cleaning up the lands, there simply was no time to drink. Maybe a sip here and there to help his mind shut off at the end of the day, but he no longer awoke with a hangover. Instead, he looked forward to his new litter and raids that the Raiders would go on soon.

Unfortunately for Gil, his enemy would be the one to beat him to it. His owl came to him in a flutter of feathers and screeches. Curled up with his Wife, Gil slipped away quickly to greet Erish. ”Wolves. They smell like that Dread boy. They are coming to the islands.” Her throaty chatter was barely understood as she hopped along the open window pane. Casting one glance to Modesty, he dared not ruin her beauty sleep.

Slipping on his armor, Gilgamesh was rushing out of the building as Sirius’ call echoed across the territory. He would respond with his own deep rumble. Rousing whoever was here to help defend. He couldn’t help but smile. For once, they were the ones being raided. He loved it. His paws were already getting damp as he rushed across the make shift bridge they had been working on to connect the closest island to the isle. ”Meet them with the same energy. Do not maim unless they act first,” Gil calls out to whoever is trailing behind him.

As he rushes over the small island, making his way to the main one of the archipelago, he allows his adrenaline to guide him. Excited and amused, he picks up his pace until he is running through his own cloud of doves. Feathers swirl in the air around him as their alarmed calls screech into his ears. His target is set on Sirius, himself. It was time for them to see who was really better. A one on one that he looked forward it.

”Surprised to see you come down from your hiding spot,” Gil jabs at the Warlord as he rushes the dark coated man. Slim and fast, Gil readies himself. Ears flattened, hackles up, lips pulled back as he wastes no time. He can barely hear his chainmail clink as he closes the space between them. Gil aims for the delicate space between jaw and neck. Fangs pull down as his mouth opens. Lifting into the air to meet the few inches between their height, Gil goes for it. Hoping to latch on so he can keep them entangled with each other, it is just the first part of his plan.

"speech"

Gilgamesh vs Sirius for Dominance
Round 1/?
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

Adrenaline surges through Andy’s veins as the raiding party makes landfall and the girl’s heart thunders in her ears. Up to this point, all of the lavender girl’s training has been spars with family and packmates or fighting off predators. But this raid is a whole different beast and one that makes her stomach drop down into her toes with anticipation while her heart leaps into her throat with excitement. The Raider that sizes her up goes unnoticed by Andy as she wrestles with the way the adrenaline sharpens her senses and blows some of her finer motor skills, making each step jerky as she goes.

Leo alerts her with a loud hiss and Andy’s head jolts sideways at the sound to find a slightly taller girl barreling down on her. The antlered Raider girl has her head down is charging toward Andy’s unprotected side and, in that moment, all the training that had seemed to flee her mind finally slams back home. A sharp whistle is given and her two snow leopard companions detach from the long shadows that dawn has created to rush toward the attacker in the hopes of either slowing or altering the Raider girl’s path.

At the same time, Andy pivots her body, throwing her hind end to the side so that she is roughly facing the attacker straight on. With a grin on her lips, she lowers her kudu horns, tucking her chin so that the other girl’s antlers slam into her own. Toes splay as she grips the earth, working to absorb the shock of their antlers colliding while also attempting to uses her momentum from the pivot and clash to flick her head sideways in a bid to send the other girl’s antlers harmlessly off to the side. The pair look more like wild animals dueling than wolves at the moment but Andy finds herself enjoying the chance to fight with her horns in a different way.


"Andromeda Fatalis"

Andromeda vs Flurry for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Thorn Wrappings
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Armor
Companion 1: Eastern Chanting Goshawk, Female - Flying [Perception]
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Female Snow Leopard, 23" - Battle
Mutation 1: Kudu horns - Offensive
Mutation 2: Grippy paw pads - Agility
Mutation 3: Denser Fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Weaponsmaster

And there he was. The Warlord grinned as the new Pirate King came into view. He had a (very) reluctant respect for Sparrow. This wolf was moderately unknown to him. The one time they clashed hadn’t left a terribly good impression. He bared his teeth in a fierce grin as the wolf's words reached his ears. “Consider me a slumbering giant awoken” He said, his voice a light rumble, his words surprisingly teasing, and then they were clashing.

The other wolf closed the distance between them, and the Warlord was happy for it. He turned his head as Gil struck, bearing his elongated fangs as he placed them between Gil’s own mouth and target. He raised a paw now that the distance between them was closed, aiming to hook a paw behind Gils knee, his feline claws extended


"Speech"

Sirius vs Gilgamesh for dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over one
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Black Vulture, Male - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Spectacled bear, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Thicker fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter

The journey this far south felt strange for Bronze, but that didn't mean he had any apprehensions about the raid they were about to initiate. He'd simply spent so much of his life in the far north that these lands felt altogether foreign to him. Why anyone would choose to live out here he had no idea - his bright blue gaze scanned the horizon carefully as they crossed over to the chain of island. It was more likely than not they'd be catching these wolves off-guard, but they couldn't be too careful either, needing to brace themselves for sudden attack even before they crossed their borders. It didn't take long for the defenders to begin to trickle in, both finding themselves tangled in a fight quickly. Bronze had no interest in interfering, confident the Armada wolves could defend themselves. Instead he'd hang back and wait for the right moment - or for himself to become a target. Whichever came first was fine by him.

He followed the Armada raiders down South towards their target. He was relatively quiet on the way, occasionally checking around him for movement of potential spies or...well, he wasn't sure. He had been sticking to the North for most of his life, so to be down this way was...different. A little unsettling for the Ancora male. Still, he steadied his breathing in an effort to calm his racing heart. The adrenaline would slowly pulse through him as they got closer and closer to their target. The eagle that Sirius had gifted him flew overhead, sharp eyes keeping watch over the attackers along with the other flying companions. His father's armor lay seamlessly across his form, piercing amber gaze peeking through the slits he had made so he could see. His father had been blind, so there was no need for them before, but Grim had done some tinkering to the heirloom, and today it would see its first battle since his father's last. Approaching the islands, Grimoire spread out with the rest, waiting for an opportunity. Though so far, things were quiet...at least until he heard the pirate wolves beginning to stir. Before he knew it, Andromeda and Sirius were clashing with them, and he knew it was a matter of time before more emerged. "Grimoire

Aris had left most of her emergency kit with the healers, keeping only the bare necessities as the raiding party crossed the border. She glanced around with only minimal interest as they did, just enough for situational awareness. She didn't have the same obsessive focus on the pirates that many of her family had seemed to develop over the years, so these not-pirates held as little interest for her as any other pack. At least they were punctual and didn't leave the Armada wolves disappointed after all the hype, because they promptly answered Sirius' challenge with a flow of wolves coming out of the woodworks like termites to defend their land. Stomping down her nerves ruthlessly, Aris readied herself, eyes darting around to try to pin down an enemy who wasn't already being handled.

Rivin had been spending more time fighting with her head, attempting to channel that feeling of wanting to lash out into something productive. Self reflection, training, wondering what flowers or herbs Jack might like… the latter left her feeling a bit weird. She hadn't spent as much time with the other yearlings as she would have liked but spending time with Jack was different. She wanted to spend time with him, wanted to drink and laugh and do everything and nothing with him at the same time. Kind of like when Saga was here, but different still. Rivin didn't understand it, the happiness she felt when she was around him. Everything dropped to a hum, rather than the screeching it normally was. He made her feel normal, even when she knew she wasn't.

She had been lurking at one of her makeshift herb gardens in thought when the calls went up. Ears would fling back and the fur on her body bristled. They had barely moved out here… and someone dare raid them? Part of her found it amusing, given the raids their pack under Sparrow had, but now tables had turned. Rivin turned from the patch and howled for her companions. No way she'd miss this.

She left for the raid on a run, soon accompanied by both companions at her heels. She didn't pause to think, to see what fights were already going on. Head lowered as she saw one not fighting; a male with horns. She was angling her chin forward as she intended to close the distance between them at the same level of momentum she entered the area in. She was coming at an off angle, roughly a 45 degree angle with her topmost tine on her left antler aiming for the top of the male's left shoulder and the right toward his neck. Dance…!

Rivin vs Grimoire for Raid
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Serrated Dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather leg wraps
Companion 1: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Bobcat, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Deer Antlers - Offensive
Skills: Beginner Healer & Advanced Fighter

He was recovering from a night of drinking. The crimson male had found it to be the only way that it helped to keep his demons at bay...somewhat. He stirred in his slumber while being poked and prodded. He had not heard Sirius' challenge, nor had he heard Gil's. A commotion was happening outside, and he was ignorant of it. At least, until he felt a piercing pain on his good ear as his cockatoo bit down hard to wake him up. He jumped to his feet with a snarl as he whirled on the bird who stood his ground in a huff. "What the fuck is your problem!" He snapped. "Oi! Don't get your fur in a twist eh? We're being raided!!" Shit. He wasn't feeling 100% but he wasn't about to miss out on this, either.

Hangover be damned, he was getting his share of blood.

In a foul mood thanks to his hangover and the throbbing pain on his ear, Ignis grabbed his shit and half wobbled, half lumbered towards the intruders. It was strange to be on the receiving end of a raid, but he knew eventually, Armada wanted revenge for all the shit that Pirates had been doing to them. He hadn't heard Gil's instructions since Ig had come out of hiding long after the Raider King had already joined the fray. But as Ignis approached, he didn't stop to analyze the situation. He felt a desire in his black heart, the pits of his soul. He could feel him clawing his way out, and these days, Ignis didn't have the strength anymore to fight him. Through tainted vision, he charged toward the closest enemy.

Not so quietly, the Crimson Demon sought to close the distance between him and an Armadan wolf, teeth bared and hackles raised. He charged with all the force he had, head down as he sought to use his antlers for an assault. A menacing and inhuman snarl left him as he prepared for contact, head swinging toward his opponent in an effort to bring his antlers across her face. A mark to remember him by should he be successful. He wasn't called The Sin of Wrath for nothing, after all.

Ignis vs Hazel for Maim: Scarring
Round: 1/?
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Skull helmet
Defensive Battle Accessory: Black bear cape
Companion 1: Palm cockatoo, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Sika deer antlers - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Mangler

"Ignis"||"Blödhgarm"

Wrath this, sins that. Yeah yeah, like there was anyone among them that didn't have blood on their hands. Hazel's rough edges had only grown harder, more pronounced over time. Sure, she was growing up, but she'd done so much of that before her first full year. Growing up too fast, growing up too hard. There is a sharpness to the girl that's often well concealed, but today? She doesn't have to hide. She doesn't have to bother. All of the things that had been bottled up for too long, all of the things she had to moderate and hide, those could come out to play. Relentless and a bit unhinged, she's more than happy to take on the Raiders.

The man is red, more than three times her age, and barreling towards her. Hazel bit back the resemblance she found here, the fact that he wasn't all that dissimilar from the man she'd struck dead over a year ago. The man-- right, the degree of separation she had to take from her father. It's not him... that doesn't matter. The same feelings grip her now as they did then. Hazel would meet the raider with the same devastating force, gathering as much power as she could, pushing off the ground as she lunged in his direction. Hackles up, crystalline fangs flashing in the daylight. She's smaller, but just as fierce.

Hazel caught his antlers across her cheek, feeling them split the flesh with a sting. At least it wasn't her eye. The general moves to reengage with as much speed as she can garner in the short distance. He'd gone for blood, and she would match his gusto. No, Hazel wasn't going to be pushed around, she wasn't going to let him get away with that shit. Smaller, but absolutely fucking relentless, the girl darted in and made for the side of the red devil's neck. The neck, the face, it didn't matter much to her-- as long as she stayed away from those fucking antlers. Hazel wanted blood.

"Speech"

Hazel vs Ignis for maim (scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Porcupine quill cape
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Breastplate
Companion 1: Red Panda, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Hawk, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Crystal fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Bard

The call of an attack and approaching intruders had him already heading toward them. Gil's summons had him hurrying. He hadn't done very well in the last raid he attended, and he doubted he'd do any better with this one. Especially against the Armada. You would think his incredible failure against Tojo would've opened his eyes and had him work harder. But no. He remained the lazy, problematic, most arrogant creature to walk the earth still. Though he had failed last time, he believed he was too good to "practice" so he could get better. He was naturally talented, after all! His loss had just been a fluke! Even with Ignis ripping him a new one, Diablo ignored his father's warnings. It didn't matter to him. Charging towards the scene, he saw both sides engaged in combat. Instead of running at some random enemy, he stalked the perimeter, crimson gaze moving from one potential target to the next as he debated on who to go after. "Speak"

Since her fall from leadership, Sparrow found herself drinking more. Way more. Shedding the responsibility of leading a pack and cleaning up the lands, there simply was more time to drink. Maybe a bottle here and there to help her mind shut off at the through the day, and she only ever awoke with a hangover. She looked forward to nothing, not even the raids that the Raiders would go on soon.

Friar has clipped her fur shorter, her body leaner than before from swapping meals for more drink, the combination giving her a distinctly more angular look than she had ever sported before. She should have been excited when she heard about the raid, but the only thing that struck her was that Sirius was family to Recluse. He had to know of something, or someone to suspect. That thought alone drove her to the battlefield.

She peeled away from the group, watching, waiting. Her blood not yet thick with alcohol and her head suffering for it. She traced the shapes of Sirius and Gilgamesh as they clashed. Meet their energy, Gil has said just as she used to when she was taking the fight to other packs. Now they would do the same on their home turf.

Surely someone would target the old pirate king, so she waited for it. Maybe physical pain would bring some other feelings along with it.

Admittedly Flurry was not expecting to suddenly see a pair of big cats rushing out at her, she was expecting them to come lunging at her with claws and fangs, rather they moved to try and block her path. "No fair, no one said I could bring friends." She called out teasingly as she pushed her way through the wall of thick fur, but they'd slowed her down regardless and her target was pivoting to meet her. Welp, too late now! Flurry grit her teeth against the jolt that went through her skull and down her body as the pair's horns clashed, unfortunately for Flurry an object in motion tends to stay in motion and her opponent was interested in directing that movement and Flurry was left to scrabble as he paws skidded across the ground, the sand offering no resistance as she was glanced off the side of her opponent. Flurry let herself slide away from the purple girl, keeping her paws under her was more important than immediately jumping right back into the fray. She flashed a grin at the other girl. "Woah, pretty and strong, lucky me." She tossed the girl a wink. Flurry was sizing the other girl up, Flurry had the height advantage but by her estimation that was the only one she had, the other girl was kitted out. Still, she probably stood a better chance than when she'd been nearly trampled by a horse. Digging her paws into the sand Flurry built herself up to launch herself at the other girl again, but not with the same outcome in mind no, that'd be too predictable. Instead this time as she rushed to close the distance between them Flurry aimed to drop herself suddenly once she was close, hoping to scoot under her opponent and line her skull up with the underside of the other girl's jaw, try and force it up with her horns and open the girl up so Flurry could nip at her chest, honestly her fight was more playful than anything else. It'd be a shame to ruin that pretty face after all. Flurry vs Andromeda for Dominance Round 2/2 Age: 1+ Size: Extra large Build: Light Mutation 1: Water Deer Fangs - Offensive Mutation 2: Pronghorn horns - Offensive Skills: Beginner Navigator & Intermediate Fighter "Speech"

Art by Perencreste

His antlers hit their mark. The satisfying tear of flesh where his antler hit true sent his...spirit into a frenzy. "More!" The words escaped him, the guttural growl of his darker side ripping free from him. His opponent decided to match his energy, causing Blödhgarm to emerge faster than he usually did. "I like this one! She's spirited!" He hissed in the confines of his mind. Fuck. Was he about to go too far? Get screwed over in some way? Was he going to try and rip this woman to shreds? They weren't at war...yet. They were just raiding. It was just a raid. But did it matter? Not for Blödhgarm. He was always out for blood. And Ignis was having an incredibly hard time reigning him in. Fuck.

The smaller woman was faster on her feet than he was. She came darting in, aiming to take a bite of his neck, and he let her. Her teeth began to sink into his flesh, earning her a feral snarl. It hurt. The pain shoots across his muscles with tension and movement. His hangover was practically gone now that it was replaced with adrenaline and fury and rage. But he wasn't out for the count. Not yet. Not if he could help it. In a sudden burst, the hellhound rears onto his hind legs, seeking to take the woman up with him. Forelegs stretch out to wrap beneath her forelegs, to lock them in place as he twists around to get her in front of him. He sought to get her close, in his hold, before then attempting to slam her into the ground. Simultaneously, his own teeth are snapping towards her head, looking to pierce or hit wherever he could.

Ignis vs Hazel for Maim: Scarring
Round: 2/2
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Skull helmet
Defensive Battle Accessory: Black bear cape
Companion 1: Palm cockatoo, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Sika deer antlers - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Mangler

"Ignis"||"Blödhgarm"

Fights were breaking out around him. Sirius engaged with the pirates leader (were they still pirates? He wasn't sure), Hazel was in an intense fight with a red male he'd seen before, and a couple others were fighting their own fights as well. Amber gaze scanned the arena, unaware of someone approaching him until his eagle screeched a warning. He glanced up, then quickly toward the attacker. With little time to react, Grim lowered his head and pushed himself forward, closing the small gap between them just before she made impact. He aimed to bash his skull against hers (or hopefully, to lock horns because they'd both likely come out with a gnarly headache and dazed from this). He sought to throw her head away from his, head throbbing from impact as he suddenly felt disoriented from his counter-assault. Grimoire vs Rivin for: Dominance Round: 1/2 Age: Over 1yr Size: Extra large Build: Heavy Offensive Battle Accessory: Gauntlets w/hidden blade Defensive Battle Accessory: Dragon armor Companion 1: Finnish forest reindeer, male - battle Companion 2: Booted Eagle, male, Battle Mutation 1: Horns - Offensive Mutation 2: Bear paws - Offensive Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Hunter "Grimoire"

Calico Jack is, in fact, firmly asleep as dawn begins to break over his island home. However, all that changes in a single moment as a call of war booms through the air. The transition from sleeping to waking is instantaneous and the boy is on his paws without much warning from his mind. Legs pull him from his den and out into the slowly growing light before his brain is even fully awake. Paws thunder across the bridge that connects the lands and he arrives to find that several Armada wolves are already beginning to clash with the Raiders. The sleepy boy pauses a moment to scan the battlefield and wake up more and finds that Rivin already in a fight which has him smiling.

Icy gaze continues to sweep the group ad finds a slightly tall male that is without a dance partner. Jack is quick to respond, sand flying up in his wake as he barrels forward to meet the man head on. Where the boy is thin and willowy, the male is solid and tough and he knows not to try and run him over. When he is within striking distance, the boy’s weight suddenly shifts into his hind end and rears up in an attempt to grapple the man and get the upper hand right out of the gate.



Calico Jack vs Bronze for Dominance
Round: 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Modified cutlass
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced bandana
Companion 1: Macaw, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Cat, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Navigator
Specialty: Marauder (not applicable)


"Calico Jack"