This place was... interesting. She hadn't meant to stumble upon it, but once someone stepped paw in the desert, getting lost was easy. Wandering west from Fern Gulley, looking for something interesting, something she hadn't seen before, it wasn't long until she was turning in circles. Dizzy, most likely dehydrated, Calliope was surprised when a gust of wind blew by and revealed a staircase seemingly out of nowhere. Maybe she could find something down there?

Descending the stairs, a large arena opens before her. This definitely had been something once upon a time. Her eyes go wide as she traverses the aisles down to the open area that is all dirt and sand. Hopping down over the railing, Calliope lands with a thud. Her movement echoes, but she can't ignore her thirst anymore. Thankfully a small opening on the wall where an ornate bowl and decoration protruded from it seemed to magically hold crystal clear water. It poured from the strange animal's mouth and slowly overflowed over the edge of the bowl. Quickly slaking her thirst, she steps back and turns back to face the center of the colosseum.

"Speech"

It was quiet here, but not always so. Ronan breathed deep and drew in the myriad of scents that had settled upon the old stone steps that made up the audience section of the colosseum. The sun blazed down upon the centre area of the arena, the air above the sand distorting and shimmering with the heat. Almost a mockery of water itself, something a parched wolf would be lucky to find around these parts. His paws thudded against the stone steps, tall enough that he couldn't step over them and needed to climb, front limbs hauling up his weight, followed by the heft of the rest of his form.

He hadn't noticed he had company yet, the pup on the opposing side of the colosseum. The opposite of two birds of a feather.

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The thud of paws against packed dirt has Calliope whirling around. Water still drizzles from her jowls as she stares at the bulky figure of the stranger. He stands there, clearly not noticing her, yet. Holding back a moment to assess the situation, Calliope allows her pale gaze to rove over his form, the muscles, the contrast of vibrant against dark, how the bridge of his muzzle is shapely, everything about him screams different. Interesting, indeed. Definitely someone she wants to be closer to.

So closer she went. Doing nothing to hide her approach, she calls out to him from across the arena. "You!" Calliope's voice is raw, maturing in such a way that one might mistake her for an old woman that smoked way too many cigarettes. "Ever been here before?" She stops a good ten feet or so from him, those appendages reaching out from his legs looked like nothing she wanted to mess with, yet. Not until she had a better idea of who he was and how far she could push his buttons.

"Speech"

Ronan glanced over as someone called out to him, his eyes squinting as he sought out the source of the racket. It took him a moment to adjust to the difference in lighting, it was hard to even catch her scent over the sheer amount of smells that met his nose when he exhaled. It was empty today, but it was evident it wasn't always so, that when this place had visitors the crowds were choking, barely any elbow room between them. He much preferred the quiet, even if that meant there wasn't a fight to watch.

Moving closer, he scaled over the steps, climbing over the little barrier that separated the crowd from the competitors. The sand was dry under paw, claw and hoof marks littered the flat surface, a few droplets of blood stained the sand but had long since dried under the oppressive sun. To the corner of his eye he saw a weapon rack, an exotic selection was on offer, from swords to clubs, items he couldn't even think to guess the name of. Who even organised the fights here? How did everyone know when to show up? It was weird, unless there was a schedule he wasn't privy to.

They met in the middle and his ear flicked at the girl's question, was hard to pinpoint exactly how old she was. Probably old enough to be wandering around alone. Not that she was any of his concern.

"Never. I don't know much about this place in general," he shrugged, gesturing to Boreas at large.

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Truthfully, Calliope was only aware of her surroundings when she was looking to make sure she wouldn't get jumped. When you're born into a family that partakes in violence for a living, you tend to grow up a tad paranoid. Whether the arena had once been full of wolves or used for bloodshed was lost on the young girl because all she can see is the blue and red wolf approaching her. Meeting in the middle, both of them looking each other up and down. Was there a tension there or was she imagining things?

Her brow furrows a bit, head canting to the side. He didn't know much about everything? All of Boreas? Cal's ears flick backward and she finally glances around. Notices the dirt, how bright the sun shines down, the many stairs and seats for thousands. Sure, she didn't know anything about this place either or much of many lands around Boreas, but she at least knew of some of them. Well, he wasn't giving her much, was he.

Turning her gaze back to the man, she thinks for a second. "What's your name? Where'd ya come from?" Her tone is more demanding than curious. Cal would get answers whether he wanted to give them or not.

"Speech"

He shifted slightly, moving to the shadows and out from beneath the brunt of the midday sun. His markings glowed immediately with the change of light. The red bright and intense, something he didn't pay much notice too. Maybe some creatures were suited to live out in this part of the world, but no wolves or dogs he knew could flourish out here. It just felt oppressive, the dunes beyond too vast and the silence barely even broken by the faint whisper of wind rolling over the sand. His ear twitched at the sound of creaking wood, foundations older than any of their kin slowly chipped away by the passing years. It was clear the visitors to this place did the bare minimum, if any, maintenance and yet it remained. Perhaps it would still be here after they were all long dead and gone.

This place made him feel small, young, in an insignificant sort of way. Sort of how he felt when he stared up at the towers of steel and glass, knowing full well one day it would collapse and maybe even take them all with it.

"Ronan Reyes. Some place you won't have heard of, Nueva York." He told her, not exactly thrilled at having to do so.

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Calliope watches as the man moves back into the shadows. One of her brows raise in question. Did he not enjoy the heat of the sun beating down from above? Not that she was particularly fond of it either, but she wouldn't let it beat her either. Her mouth opens slightly, tongue panting, trying to regulate her temperature. Okay, so maybe it is a bit hot and the air very dry compared to her normal place of residence. The sticky heat of the south was more preferable than this arid desertscape.

When his introduction is said, she turns her gaze back to him. "Well, Ronan Reyes of Nueva York," her words are drawn out, body transitioning into a more aggressive posture. "I am Calliope Fallen, if you care to know," she continues to step toward the shadows where he lingers. "Since we're already in the view of so many, care to take me up in a spar?" Calliope cants her head once more, a daring smirk playing along her lips.

Calliope vs Ronan for Spar
Round 0/?
Age: Over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Intellectual

"Speech"

A spar? He didn't see why not, he usually wasn't in the habit of beating up teenagers, but she had made the request and as much as he loathed to admit it the long journey from there to here had dulled his skills somewhat.

"Fine" He agreed, moving to close the distance between them. Wasn't about to waste energy sprinting in the midday sun if he could help it. For both of their health, he doubted this spar would take too long, just a quick spat and then they could go about their business.

Once close enough, he regarded Calliope a moment. She was about as tall as she would get, he assumed, not much shorter than himself. He was large and heavy, but moved far faster than he probably had any right to. Stationary one moment, he flung himself forward, careening in close. He had a big, hard head and fully intended to ram her with it.

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Ronan Calliope for spar
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Spectral Bat, Male, Flying/Perception - Boosted
Companion 2: Spectral Bat, Female, Flying/Perception - Boosted
*Companion 3: ??? leech, 50" - Battle - Boosted
Mutation 1: Retractable fangs (Offensive)
Mutation 2: "Wyvern" Wings (Defensive)
Mutation 3: Jaguar Claws (Agility)
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty:

His short and terse response is good enough for her. Calliope doesn't think herself much of a talker and is pleased to get the show going. Her own gaze regards the man. Not much taller, but bulkier and more mature. She still had her own growing to do and thus was also very inexperienced. Yet, she wouldn't gain any if she didn't try, right? Not that fighting a large stranger with weird fucking wings was the best choice either.

When he lunges forward, Calliope quickly turns around so that her hind end is facing toward him. Noticing how he lowered his head to try and bash her, she'd rather her ass have a bruise than be knocked out from his thick noggin'. When he does collide, Calliope grits her teeth, letting out a grunt as she's shoved forward. Using the momentum of being shoved, Calliope curls her front half back toward the man and aims to bite down on his cheek.

Calliope vs Ronan for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Intellectual

"Speech"

His head collided with the meat of her rump, a loud thud reverberating through his skull. Uncomfortable on both ends, she's quick to retaliate though, he'd seen far too many youngsters her age hesitate in moments like this. When snap decisions were sometimes a matter of life and death. And she moved fast, borrowing from his own momentum to aid in her own counter-attack, teeth flashing as she made to grab at his cheek.

Where wolves chose to strike said a lot about them, Ronan thought. This one? Aiming for the cheek, meaning to pull and tear, to see just how much she could get away with. She was a mean not so little thing, she deserved whatever she got, really. Ronan wouldn't pull his punches. Snapping his head around to meet her in the middle, he made to grab onto the sweet pink of her nose. All was fair, right?

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Ronan Calliope for spar
Round 2/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Spectral Bat, Male, Flying/Perception - Boosted
Companion 2: Spectral Bat, Female, Flying/Perception - Boosted
*Companion 3: ??? leech, 50" - Battle - Boosted
Mutation 1: Retractable fangs (Offensive)
Mutation 2: "Wyvern" Wings (Defensive)
Mutation 3: Jaguar Claws (Agility)
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty:

She is young, sure, but if she learned anything from her parents, it was to never expect strangers to be nice. When your own family wasn't beneath kicking you to the curb, why would a stranger treat her any better? Not even expecting the man to allow her to get a chance to bite at his cheek, she has to react quickly. His teeth are coming to meet her, aiming right for her nose. Fuck. What should she do?

Tilting ever so slightly, Calliope meets him right back in the middle and aims to latch onto his lip. If he wanted to go for the sweet spots, she would too!

Calliope vs Ronan for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Intellectual

"Speech"

And the winner is...

RONAN

CALLIOPE must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: RONAN: Attack Roll: 8 Defense Roll: 49 Agility Roll: 30 Perception Roll: 37 Total: 124 Attack[8] + 40% Bonus[3.20]: 11.20 Defense[49] + 15% Bonus[7.35]: 56.35 Agility[30] + 35% Bonus[10.50]: 40.50 Perception[37] + 40% Bonus[14.80]: 51.80 Total[159.85] + 20% Bonus[31.97]: 191.82 CALLIOPE: Attack Roll: 4 Defense Roll: 39 Agility Roll: 96 Perception Roll: 8 Total: 147 Attack[4] + 15% Bonus[0.60]: 4.60 Defense[39] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 39.00 Agility[96] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 96.00 Perception[8] + 20% Bonus[1.60]: 9.60 Total[149.20] + 25% Bonus[37.30]: 186.50