It’s a dog-eat-dog world.

Azoula found their interest in raids and war to be quite amusing; the desire to command masses, order around an army, partake in bloodshed for the sake of bragging rights. Was it not mundane? Still, she wouldn’t deny her Sultan, even if she personally opposed it. If he wanted her in the battle, she would be there, adorned in her battle gear, her companions in tow. She’d even commanded Laney to oversee the Sidi in her absence, banishing them to the Sidi subterrane for the rest of the evening.

She stepped onto the battlefield with purpose, muscles rippling beneath her sleek fur, hips swaying as she saunters forward in silent confidence. Her whiskers are twitching, shoulders rolling in feline fluidity, her eyes roving the valley for an opponent. She catches a few flashes of wings, and her interest is piqued. A game of cat and bird sounds delightful. But unfortunately, those oddities are already tied up. So she waits for her turn, her monkey sitting on her back, and her cockatoo circling above.

Then she spots him- a lone soldier, adorned in an azure and gold pelt, waiting on the sidelines. A smirk spreads across her maw, pupils dilating within an abyss of volcanic hues. Azoula suddenly shoots off toward him, loping across the battlefield with fierce determination, incredible speed, and predatory agility. As she closes in, she releases a deep, thunderous roar, demanding the wolf’s attention.

With her bird in the sky, and her monkey on her back, Azoula attempts to leap off her hind limbs, utilizing her strength and feline agility. Her front paws are outstretched as she attempts to jump onto the wolf to pin him down, claws unsheathed and ready to hook into his skin. Her jaws are already unhinged, and she tries to bite into his nape, to gain leverage. In sync, her monkey leaps off her back and is trying to land on the wolf’s face, to cover his eyes and obscure his vision.

"Speech"

Azoula vs Bronze for Dominance (Raid)
Round 1/1
Age: > 1 year
Size: Large species
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Tail tip blade
Defensive Battle Accessory: Obsidian plated shawl
Companion 1: Golden Lion Tamarin, female - battle
Companion 2: Palm Cockatoo, female - flying
Skills: Master Hunter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Fleet-footed

Wylan watched as fights broke out around him. His father started a match, and Ollie, too! He brought the edges of his wings forward, cupping them around his mouth. “You've got this Ollie!” He called out, a one man cheer team for his brother. Basilisk found an opponent too, and Wylans tail started to slow behind him. Did people not think he looked fun to fight? Where they not interested in matching with him?

Before he could get top disheartened a wolf stepped towards him. Instantly, his tail picked up behind him. Going a hundred miles an hour as he grinned at the dark wolf. “Hi! I'm Wylan. Sure, I'd love to. Have any tips?” He asked warmly, treating this opponent in an unknown pack like they were on the fast track to being best friends. The black wolf peeled back their lips and displayed their fangs. Wylan peeled his own back, lowering his top half and wagging his bum as he snarled at the stranger. 

The black wolf barreled towards him and Wylan took one bounding step forward to meet them. The stranger hit a lot harder than Wylan did and the winged boy was forced to flare his feathered appendages to save his balance.

When the stranger went for his neck, wylan brought his two wings forward, aiming to strike with the pointed tips into each shoulder of the black wolf. Somewhere around his paws, he could hear his polar bear and sheep charging forward.

Wylan vs Rhazien for dominance 
Round 1/2
Age: over one
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Male miniature polar bear, 25" - Battle [Boosted]
Companion 2: Miniature sheep, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Wings (Defensive)
Mutation 2: Saber fangs (Offensive)
Mutation 3: Cat claws (Offensive)
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Marauder

"Speech"

As his 'companion' Krakarak may enter any of Wylan's threads without warning

Spider moves through unfamiliar territory with a cautious stride, body tense in preparation for sudden attacks. around them, their packmates plunge into battle, the world a blur of teeth and fur and claws. they catch sight of Wylan trading blows with a large older man, and Bas tussling with a fierce purple wolf. pelt prickling, Spider darts a glance from side to side, searching for an open opponent; this may only be their second raid, but they’re determined to give it their best shot.

"Speech"

Absinth’s chuckle reverberates in Andy’s chest, pulling a smile from her as the monochrome’s woman’s voice tickles her own ear. Sensitive shell twitches slightly from the soft breath while her muscles flex, toes gripping the ground as the lavender woman moves with Absi’s attempts, keeping herself upright as the whispered words send a shiver of excitement racing down her spine. They are at a stalemate, both women’s strength and battle prowess on full display while they wrestle even if it seems that they are making little progress.

Lavender body presses roughly into monochrome fur as the murmured words reach her ears and she hums appreciatively for a moment before whispering, “And what if I said it wasn’t?” Eyes flash with mischievous delight as the pair laugh, the women seeming to enjoy their fight far more than the testosterone fueled males are. Excitement thrums through her veins as the air practically crackles with electricity from the desire, heat, and raw passion that the women pour into their fight.

A challenge is laid down and Andy purrs lowly, “Deal. But the loser has to seek out the winner after the raid so that they can… take their time.” It is a promise laden with the potential to turn into something more. Absinth is seductive as she teases the horned woman that svelte body pushing against the lavender woman with renewed fever and Andromeda grins madly. Breath comes in short bursts from the exertion of the fight, blowing hot air against the monochrome fur across Absi’s shoulders.

An opening appears and Andy takes it, one long, slender foreleg snaking out to tangle around Absinth’s front leg as she suddenly jerks it out from underneath the woman. They fall toward the earth, twisting as they go to try and gain the upper paw and claim victory in this fight. However, win or lose, the lavender woman is happy because there will be a wonderful kiss waiting for at the end of this raid.







Andromeda vs Absinth for Dominance (Raid)
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Extra 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



"Andromeda Fatalis"

Bronze was eager enough to join a battle of his own, but not enough to jump into something preemptively. No, he wasn't that sort, never driven by emotion nor anything but logic and reason. After a moment of waiting he noticed someone who'd locked her attention onto him, only noticing her when she began to charge. Though he'd been expecting to brawl with another wolf, he'd have to adjust his tactics a bit for a feline opponent. He didn't worry that he couldn't hold his own against her when he'd proven his abilities time and time again. Shifting into an even more defensive stance, at least in the brief moment he was able to, he tried to widen his stance enough so that her initial pounce wouldn't disrupt his balance entirely. It wasn't quite enough notice to fully prepare himself, but enough that he didn't feel blindsided by her attack - and the way she roared was enough proof she wasn't trying to take him by surprise anyway. No amount of preparation could've made him ready for the way she pounced on his back, her agility working in her favor as she landed squarely on him and made him bow down to the ground. Bronze tried to hold strong, not wanting to topple beneath her weight, but he seemed to fail as she found hold on his scruff. Her companion aimed for his face, and he scrunched his features up, eyes narrowed to barely-seeing slits as he tried to hide his features from the creature. Of course he wouldn't go down so easily, not without putting up a fight. Giving his body a hard shake, hoping to rid her from where she'd started to pin him down. Instead of focusing initially on a attack of his own he simply wanted to hold against her own attack and flail in just the right way to get her off him. While he did so, he hoped to angle his head just the right way to find one of her forelimbs, hoping to aim a bite there. It wouldn't be debilitating by any means, no matter how hard he tried, but he hoped it was enough to get her off him. Bronze vs Azoula for Dominance Round 1 / 1 Age: Over 1 Year Size: Extra large Build: Heavy Offensive Battle Accessory: Claw caps Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather foreleg bracers Skills: Master Fighter & Intermediate Hunter Specialty: Bulwark

Basilisk's heavy tread was slow and meticulous as he reached into the Syndicate territory and broke his charging momentum. Here was his chance to earn their leaders respect. Whether he would use that respect to garner an alliance between their packs or spark fear in the defence of his allies would depend entirely upon this pack. He didn't know what the future would hold for either of them, but this moment mattered. He felt it in his bones

His eyes found the purple brute at last, and he knew he had found the leader of the Syndicate. There was easily a ten inch difference in their heights as Basilisk trotted forward. Meeting Sephiran’s attack as the other wolf lunged for him. Basilisk let the other wolf bring the battle into close range. Giving him the shot on his shoulder in order to bring the other wolf close enough. He raised a forepaw and hooked it forward. Attempting to bring it behind the shorter wolf and jerk back towards himself in order to hook the tender joint where his leg met shoulder onto his leg spikes. In the same instance he lowered his head and attempted to grip his elongated fangs into the other wolfs scruff behind their ear.

Basilisk vs Sephiran for Dominance
Round 1/1
Age: over one
Size: Paleo species
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Shoulder Spurs
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Faux Wings
Companion 1: Peregrine Falcon, Female - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Miniature reindeer, Male - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Wyrm, Female, 50", Boosted
Mutation 1: Bone spurs - Defensive
Mutation 2: Elongated fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Lizard eyes- Perception
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Marauder

"Basilisk Fatalis"

The kid was spunky alright. As Rhazien approached, he whirled around with a wide smile on his face, his long tail whipping back and forth. He was so excited. It brought a smile to the Saxe male’s maw - the boy reminded him of himself. The first battle was always the most exciting, the most exhilarating. The boy was in good spirits, ready to impress his pack mates and alpha. Rhazien would make sure to give him a fun time. “Rhazien Saxe. Don’t hold back on me now." He chuckled his name and advice before shifting into a battle-ready stance, baring his fangs and lunging forward.

Their impact reverberated through the air, their bodies seeming to meld together in a flurry of motion. To prevent himself from toppling over, Wylan flared his wings out, the large, feathered appendages vanishing into Rhazien’s peripheral vision. He snapped his jaws near the boy’s neck, trying to ward him off more than anything. But Wylan wasn’t detoured, in fact, he struck at Rhazien, stabbing into his shoulders with… was it his wings? Whatever it was, it pierced into his shoulders, remaining surface level but causing pain nonetheless.

A snarl rippled through his clenched jaw, his neck pulling back and head tilting as he attempted to grab onto the bony arch of Wylan’s left wing. In the same breath, he’s shoving his weight forward again, trying to push Wylan over.

Beside them, Rhazien could hear his serval companions snarling, as they ran after the mini polar bear and sheep that fought alongside the younger male.


"Rhazien Saxe"

Rhazien vs Wylan for Dominance (Raid)
Round 2/2
Age: > 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel Fang Caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Grizzly Cape
Companion 1: Female Black Serval, 22" - Battle
Companion 2: Female Black Serval, 22" - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Knight & Gambler

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” the excited yearling promised him, his voice light and energised. He was certainly going to put his all into this fight. He’d been preparing for his first raid for what felt like forever. Most of the wolves he loved were right here, and he wanted to do them all proud!

His wings hit their mark, puncturing the skin on the older wolf's shoulders. When he saw the black wolf going for the somewhat fragile bones of his feather appendage, he tried again to grab at Rhazien’s scruff. So he could wrench their head away and keep them from attacking his wing. He’d had one broken before, and he knew how much it could hurt.

Wylan vs Rhazien for dominance 
Round 2/2
Age: over one
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Male miniature polar bear, 25" - Battle [Boosted]
Companion 2: Miniature sheep, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Wings (Defensive)
Mutation 2: Saber fangs (Offensive)
Mutation 3: Cat claws (Offensive)
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Marauder

"Speech"

As his 'companion' Krakarak may enter any of Wylan's threads without warning

They'd known to prepare, though the exact timeline remained a surprise. To say she was looking forward to it was a bit of a misconception-- but it's the best she's got, even if the tone is off. Eager, perhaps too eager, she answers the call. Slipping from the shadows that keep her safe within the Sound, rushing to meet the attacking pack. Friendly, but hell, they can't be too friendly. And she wouldn't be. The flash of teeth and snapping of jaws as she enters the throng of activity, coming face to face with the closest thing she'll find to a wolf her size. Unceremoniously, Iscariot reaches for the dark wolf's heels. Gnashing and snapping, the only thing she's withholding is true bloodlust. Low to the ground and fierce, she's focused in the moment.

Iscariot vs Araneae for dominance (raid)
Round 1/2
Age: over 1
Size: Toy size
Build: Light
Skills: Master Hunter & Advanced Fighter
Specialty: Cooperative

And the winner is...

HAZEL

AURELIA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Aurelia: Attack Roll: 30 Defense Roll: 38 Agility Roll: 49 Perception Roll: 23 Total: 140 Attack[30] + 25% Bonus[7.50]: 37.50 Defense[38] + 25% Bonus[9.50]: 47.50 Agility[49] + 5% Bonus[2.45]: 51.45 Perception[23] + 35% Bonus[8.05]: 31.05 Total[167.50] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 167.50 Hazel: Attack Roll: 67 Defense Roll: 89 Agility Roll: 28 Perception Roll: 93 Total: 277 Attack[67] + 45% Bonus[30.15]: 97.15 Defense[89] + 15% Bonus[13.35]: 102.35 Agility[28] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 28.00 Perception[93] + 25% Bonus[23.25]: 116.25 Total[343.75] + 25% Bonus[85.94]: 429.69

And the winner is...

MORTIS

ARESENN must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Aresenn: Attack Roll: 10 Defense Roll: 55 Agility Roll: 72 Perception Roll: 70 Total: 207 Attack[10] + 45% Bonus[4.50]: 14.50 Defense[55] + 15% Bonus[8.25]: 63.25 Agility[72] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 72.00 Perception[70] + 25% Bonus[17.50]: 87.50 Total[237.25] + 25% Bonus[59.31]: 296.56 Mortis: Attack Roll: 53 Defense Roll: 68 Agility Roll: 27 Perception Roll: 18 Total: 166 Attack[53] + 65% Bonus[34.45]: 87.45 Defense[68] + 20% Bonus[13.60]: 81.60 Agility[27] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 27.00 Perception[18] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 18.00 Total[214.05] + 65% Bonus[139.13]: 353.18

And the winner is...

OLEANDER

EZEKIEL must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Ezekiel: Attack Roll: 79 Defense Roll: 28 Agility Roll: 7 Perception Roll: 68 Total: 182 Attack[79] + 35% Bonus[27.65]: 106.65 Defense[28] + 15% Bonus[4.20]: 32.20 Agility[7] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 7.00 Perception[68] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 68.00 Total[213.85] + 20% Bonus[42.77]: 256.62 Oleander: Attack Roll: 99 Defense Roll: 38 Agility Roll: 95 Perception Roll: 65 Total: 297 Attack[99] + 20% Bonus[19.80]: 118.80 Defense[38] + 35% Bonus[13.30]: 51.30 Agility[95] + 5% Bonus[4.75]: 99.75 Perception[65] + 10% Bonus[6.50]: 71.50 Total[341.35] + 30% Bonus[102.41]: 443.75

And the winner is...

ABSINTH

ANDROMEDA must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and may no longer participate in the raid. Totals: Absinth: Attack Roll: 4 Defense Roll: 6 Agility Roll: 83 Perception Roll: 89 Total: 182 Attack[4] + 55% Bonus[2.20]: 6.20 Defense[6] + 15% Bonus[0.90]: 6.90 Agility[83] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 83.00 Perception[89] + 25% Bonus[22.25]: 111.25 Total[207.35] + 25% Bonus[51.84]: 259.19 Andromeda: Attack Roll: 66 Defense Roll: 3 Agility Roll: 7 Perception Roll: 32 Total: 108 Attack[66] + 60% Bonus[39.60]: 105.60 Defense[3] + 25% Bonus[0.75]: 3.75 Agility[7] + 15% Bonus[1.05]: 8.05 Perception[32] + 35% Bonus[11.20]: 43.20 Total[160.60] + 35% Bonus[56.21]: 216.81

Kaino sat off to the side, watching as the wolves of both packs paired up, battled and either won or lost. Things weren't looking so great for them thus far. The seasoned fighter allowed the less skilled to get their licks in first for the sake of experience, but when Aresenn went down? Kaino got to her paws, stretching and shaking out her limbs. She needed to be limber, her muscles warm and ready to work for her.

With a deep breath, the woman's bobbed tail flicked. She began to lope, and then run. By the time she arrived at the winged brutes location, she was running full out. Paws planted and Kaino leaped in an attempt to land upon the winged guys back. Jaws opened wide as she sought purchase in the scruff between said wings. Then she would hold on for the ride.

"Kaino"

Kaino vs Mortis for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers with tiger claws attached
Defensive Battle Accessory: Steel Armor
Companion 1: Male rabbit, 21" [Antler mutation] - Battle
Companion 2: Fossa, Female - battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Cooperative

Absinth pinned Andromeda to the floor, breathing heavily, their faces inches apart. The romp had left them both exhilarated and breathless, eyes locked for a moment of delightful silence. But it was Absinth who prevailed in the mockery of a fight. Her inky lips curling into that impish smile she was known for. And this, her body pressed so firmly against the lavender woman’s body — temptation so close she could not help but indulge. She leaned down and, in a swift, dominating move, planted a kiss on Andy's lips. The kiss was brief but charged with electric energy, wanting clear in the hungry way Absinth bestowed Andy her consolation reward.

“I want my reward in full later.” Absinth whispered, her voice a mix of amusement and ardor. Without giving Andy a chance to respond, she sprang to her feet and took off, her laughter ringing through the trees. The devilish woman was on the move again, searching for her next opponent. Andromeda would have to wait for her full attention.

Her eyes scanned the battlefield, and then she saw him: Oleander. Winner of his brawl with Ezekiel. She barreled toward him, her movements a blur of speed and utter rapture in the quick beat of her heart. Even without bloodshed, she was at least having a swell time!

“Oleander!” Absinth called out as she approached, her voice a drawn out purr of challenge and familiarity. “Let me see what you’re made of.” They had met before in the marketplace, the boy being Wylan’s brother she had imparted a small portion of her knowledge to him — but this was different. This was a test, a chance to prove himself. This whole raid was, and he’d done a fine job of his first battle. She surged forward, attempting to grapple at his shoulders and pull him close, jaws splaying for a go at his neck scruff.


Absinth vs Oleander for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1
Size: Large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Knife bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: leather armor
Companion 1: Raven, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Juggernaut


wormwood

His unconventional approach to destabilizing his opponent succeeded! Toppling over the other male Ollie laughed exuberantly! His spine tingled with exhilaration.
He leaped off his defeated foe and a clack-clack above him from his white raven, Eterna, alerted him to his teacher barreling straight for him.

The youth was ready for her as she called his name, he flicked his tail and slunk into his battle pose. A playful smile stretched his dark skin lips. He strafed along, keeping her in view, his lanky limbs always moving as she taunted him.

When she surged forward he darted off center toward her, meaning to avoid the grapple and graze her bright white shoulder with his Polar Bear skull helm to rake his teeth through her fur. His thick hide cape would shield his neck and shoulders from oncoming blows. As the youth slid past her he would hook his arm under her legs and attempt to destabilize her footing then throw his weight against her with his hip in one move.

Turning tightly his slender body whipped around and he would leap to grapple her on his terms, his teeth aiming to hold her throat and his paws to pummel her legs.

"Speech"

Oleander vs Absinth for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel claw caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Polar bear skull helm and cape
Companion 1: White Raven, female - flying
Companion 2: Leucistic Raccoon, male - battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Healer
Specialty: none

Absinth’s eyes gleamed with delight as she watched Oleander leap into action, a raven overhead clacking above him in warning of her incoming attack. What a coincidence. His readiness and stance brought a grin to her lips. He flicked his tail and moved swiftly, keeping her in view, a playful smile stretching across his maw. He was ready, and she delighted in it.

When she surged forward, Oleander darted off center, deftly avoiding her grapple. She felt the graze of his skull helm against her shoulder, his teeth raking through her fur as she regained her footing, working to realign her body for another attack. But he slid past her, hooking his arm under her legs, trying to throw her balance off. Absinth did indeed stumble but quickly adjusted, her muscles coiling with strength and discipline as she took in her options. His thick hide cape shielded his neck and shoulders, but she was undeterred. This was a dance, and she was more than willing to follow his lead.

He turned tightly, his slender body whipping around as he leaped to grapple her in return. A vengeance. His teeth aimed for her throat, her own attack mirrored back at her. She laughed, emeralds blazing with life. Absinth met him head-on, a wild grin on her charcoal face, the woman shifted her weight and used his momentum against him, letting the boy pull her in. Her jaws thrust forward at the crook of his jaw and neck, an attempt to beat him to the punch while her chest slammed into his own to try and shove him off balance.


Absinth vs Oleander for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1
Size: Large
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Knife bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: leather armor
Companion 1: Raven, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Juggernaut

wormwood

He felt like lightning, dazzling and dancing around her. He echoed her laugh back at her with his own feral grin. His viridian eyes met her emeralds, a wild delight vibrating within them as they came together to clash. One of his paws struck out to batter her limb as their chests met and she snaked her neck to get at his throat before he could get at hers. He jerked his head back, her teeth clasping at that point close to his jugular. He gaped his maw wide to lunge at her ear but her weight overcame his lanky frame as she pushed him over. Before he regained his footing he swept one of his legs wide to try and catch her off balance again. Then lunged back into the fray to shove her to the ground and hold the nape of her neck.


Oleander vs Absinth for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Steel claw caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Polar bear skull helm and cape
Companion 1: White Raven, female - flying
Companion 2: Leucistic Raccoon, male - battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Healer
Specialty: none

"Speech"

a tiny figure comes charging out of the throng, snapping viciously at them in a flash of white and black fur. Spider dances out of range, trying to utilise their narrow frame for a stealthy attack, but it’s hard when their opponent is just as slippery, if not more. she’s sharp, all pointy edges and snapping jaws, making for an awkward pendulum of trying to land a blow and trying to avoid those teeth. after a few moments of this, Spider makes a snap decision and darts into range, attempting to gain a purchase on the woman’s scruff and hoping the risky manoeuvre solidify their own demise.

Araneae vs Iscariot for dominance (raid)
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra small
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Small dagger engraved w/ "Spider Fatalis"
Defensive Battle Accessory: leather corset
Companion 1: Raven, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Black swamp snake, female - battle
Skills: Advanced Hunter & Master Fighter

"Speech"

Maybe it was sheer stubbornness that drove Gossamer to drag her emaciated frame on the raid. Or perhaps a sense of duty. She couldn't really say either way but she had started this journey of recovery from her illness and her ultimate goal was to get back into fighting shape. This was one way to push herself. Hopefully this wouldn't backfire. Thankfully they didn't have far to go and soon entered the Polar Sound where a new pack called The Syndicate dwelled. This was to be a friendly raid, which suited her just fine.

In moments fights were breaking out all around her. Gossamer set her defenses, looking to her companions to help her keep an eye out for an opponent. Ideally, her opponent would come to her.