Atreyu

Exploring these continents seemed like it would take her a lifetime. Perhaps, one day she would get to say that she's seen it all, but for now, she was taking it one land at a time. Learning her new home so that she might be able to tell her family and pack about it when she found them. There was still a burning anger in her heart at the wolf who had made her a homeless orphan instead of the princess she was meant to be. No matter, if anyone else survived from Judila, she could rebuild it here. Well, not right here, in this willow thicket. This was too close to another pack, she could smell them on the wind. Atreyu was careful not to trespass into other's territories, knowing well that was a way to get hurt or worse. There was a longing in her for something to vent this anger on. She howled out to anyone nearby, stating what she needed in her song. A spar with someone would do nicely to ease this pain. She knew it was only a temporary fix for what ailed her, but she needed this outlet. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

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A call not far off from Insomnia's borders was certainly interesting. A fight with a stranger, one he didn't eve have to go far to find? Veigar was in. He'd been creeping just slightly out of his comfort zone lately and trying to gain experience fighting wolves he didn't know, but for the deeply reclusive man it was hard to get himself out there the way he knew he ought to. Not intending to let anyone take this free fight before him, he was quick to respond to it, making his way carefully east to the willow forest beyond. At least he was familiar with these lands, and he moved easily enough through the trees, only flinching briefly when one of their low-hanging branches grazed his back unexpectedly. Ugh. He couldn't tell much about his opponent. They were female, and their scent felt young. There was no discernible pack scent, either, which settled his nerves just slightly. "Wanting to spar?" He asked when he got closer, though his head was bowed, sightless eyes never really focusing on anything in particular. "You go first." He'd brace himself for the unexpected, shifting into a more defensive stance and waiting for the stranger to charge him.

Atreyu

Atreyu didn't have to wait very long before someone answered her call. The stranger smelled like a pack wolf, but that was alright, she didn't truly plan on hurting anyone bad enough to worry. He gave her a greeting of sorts, letting her have the first move. "If you insist." In a spotted flash, Atreyu moved toward him, retractable claws digging into the loamy soil beneath their paws for more traction. Her aim was to bowl into the male, knock him off his balance, and roll him over. She wanted to use her larger size against him. After this, she would turn around in an attempt to face the male head on, splaying her legs apart for balance and stability. Her tail she kept parallel to the ground with her head tucked in to protect her throat. She would be ready for whatever he had to dish out. OOC: Sorry it's so short, blech! XD Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

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Atreyu vs Veigar for Spar
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Five inch long hawksbill blade
Defensive Battle Accessory: collar with spikes
Companion 1: Chinese Crested mix, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable claws - Offensive
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Healer
Specialty: None

Living in the dark had created a strange mindset within the pale-coated man; fear was a constant in his mind, a state of being rather than an emotion, and facing off with a stranger was no different. Everyone was to be feared and everyone was a threat, even if they tried to come across as anything but. His nose wrinkled, testing the female's scent as much as he could before she made the first move. He stiffened just a bit before she attacked, not wanting to be knocked completely off-balance. Still he could never quite anticipate the force with which an opponent used and he had to react swiftly, trying to splay his toes out a bit to maintain his balance as he found his lighter form pulling backwards against her. Though he stumbled, he managed to catch his balance with one of his hind legs and he tried hard not to be taken down right away. A low growl bubbled up within his chest, a sound that could be easily mistaken as sheer adrenaline of a fight that was beginning. His own attack matched the intensity of hers as he kicked off with his back legs and aimed for her. At least where he thought she was. The closest body part that he aimed for was her shoulder, which he'd put great force into as he tried to grab and hold the flesh there, giving his head a hard shake. Not trying to inflict much damage, just enough to ensure a victory. Veigar vs Atreyu for Spar Round1 / 2 Age: Over 1 Year Size: Large Build: Light Disability: Full blindness - Severe Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual

Oh, fly over me, evil angel;
Why can't I breathe, evil angel?

Perhaps the pink dame should adopt a bit more caution into her life, but she absolutely would not let herself submit to fear. Despite the demonic king decimating her homeland, she did not fear him. She wanted to get better than him, to hone her skills until she could one day face that dark wolf and send him to hell where he belonged. Her father would not want her to be afraid, and her mother would applaud her fighting spirit. She knew that the path she was on was the right one, she just had to get better. In Judila, this would have been her training year, and she meant to keep to that tradition.

While the blow she delivered him was meant to knock him off his feet, the male did a rather good job of bracing himself against her greater size. He stumbled back a bit, but ultimately he caught himself. The low growl that bubbled up in his chest spoke more of thrill than true anger, and Atreyu answered with her own rumbling tones. Kicking off from the ground, Veigar aimed for her shoulder. Atreyu moved to the side, but not quite fast enough. His teeth gripped her fur and skin, his shaking head causing her to snarl out a yip. The pain wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been, and she could tell he was pulling his punches.

Atreyu would give the male the same respect, though she would not go fully easy on him. Curving her neck as he grasped her shoulder, Atreyu aims her pink muzzle down toward the nape of his neck, jaws open wide. Bringing her jaws down on him, the spotted dire wolf aims to grasp his scruff in her teeth and give him a punishing shake. She would ensure that she wouldn't break the skin or cause much damage, but she did want him dizzy.

Word count: --- words.
"Talk." || 'Think.' || 'Hear.'

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ART BY BRIENASKYSONG

Atreyu vs Veigar for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Five inch long hawksbill blade
Defensive Battle Accessory: collar with spikes
Companion 1: Chinese Crested mix, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable claws - Offensive
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Healer
Specialty: None

Veigar's own interest in fighting stemmed from personal ambitions as well, though his were not quite like Atreyu's. Rage was what fueled him, not at anyone in particular but at the world itself - he envied what had been stolen from him, envied the light in which everyone else lived while he had been plunged into darkness. Though his fighting style tended toward chaos, he knew he had to be relatively defensive before he figured out the sort of wolf he was fighting against. It was impossible for him to know whether he'd be grappling with someone much bigger than him; or someone who had the power of agility on their side. Being more cautious right away before shifting into a more aggressive pose seemed to work well for him. Immediately upon contact he was able to tell this female was fairly big, certainly heavier than he was, and he'd adjust accordingly - making sure his toes were splayed uncomfortably wide to keep traction on the ground, keeping his body weight low and centered. Losing balance could be the death of him, not necessarily in this moment but eventually. Miraculously his bite landed, his teeth finding purchase and bearing down there. The hold didn't last for long though, as he instinctively released his grip when her own bite found purchase. His scruff landed hard between her jaws and she shook her head, sending a wave of slight pain through him. Not enough to disable him entirely, but enough to make his focus shift for a second. Instead of giving up entirely he'd reel back for a moment before shoving forward hard - hoping to push his weight roughly into the bite and disrupt Atreyu's balance. Veigar vs Atreyu for Spar Round2 / 2 Age: Over 1 Year Size: Large Build: Light Disability: Full blindness - Severe Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual

And the winner is...ATREYU

ATREYU

VEIGAR must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: ATREYU: Attack Roll: 48 Defense Roll: 69 Agility Roll: 40 Perception Roll: 97 Total: 254 Attack[48] + 25% Bonus[12.00]: 60.00 Defense[69] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 69.00 Agility[40] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 40.00 Perception[97] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 97.00 Total[266.00] + 10% Bonus[26.60]: 292.60 VEIGAR: Attack Roll: 17 Defense Roll: 81 Agility Roll: 66 Perception Roll: 13 Total: 177 Attack[17] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 17.00 Defense[81] + 5% Bonus[4.05]: 85.05 Agility[66] + 5% Bonus[3.30]: 69.30 Perception[13] + 10% Bonus[1.30]: 14.30 Total[185.65] + -20% Bonus[-37.13]: 148.52

Oh, fly over me, evil angel;
Why can't I breathe, evil angel?

As he reeled back, Atreyu released his scruff, not wanting to hurt him. Veigar shoved forward, but Atreyu backed up with his motions so that he couldn't push her off her paws. She then dug her back paws into the earth and shoved back against the male, using her larger size against him. "Enough." She said it calmly, not wanting to start another round. She considered herself victorious in their spar, but she would wait to see if he agreed. After all it had been a friendly spar, she saw no real reason to bicker the winner. Backing away a few paces, Atreyu dipped her head to him and smiled. "That was fun, we should do it again sometime!" Waving her tail, she waited to see what his reaction would be.

Word count: 131 words.
"Talk." || 'Think.' || 'Hear.'

Note: Sorry for the short post and the wait, please don't shoot me LOL

ART BY BRIENASKYSONG

Though Veigar shoved himself forward as hard as he could, his opponent seemed to sense what he was doing, reeling back and then pushing right back into him. He let out a snarl, maybe a little less friendly than he was trying to be, though he composed himself a moment later. His defeat was obvious, and he was grateful it hadn't come to him begging to be let up from being pinned beneath her. He already felt defenseless enough all the time - it didn't need to be shoved in his face. Maybe he ought to appreciate the mercy he'd been shown. Not that it really mattered how he felt about it. He'd still lost, and that was all he could think about. "Yeah, fun, sure thing," he commented idly. Whether or not he believed that was up for debate. Still, he offered the woman a slow nod of agreement. He figured he at least should be polite and not burn a bridge with a potential future sparring partner. With that, he gave another nod and turned to leave.