It was a pretty sunny day and Alaric and his cane corsos had just entered the southern part of the main continent. Cinder, the light grey cane corso with brown eyes, had suddenly picked up a scent of a nearby rabbit and dashed off chasing it. Alaric's orange gaze shifted to the corso, to which he barked out. "Cinder! Recall!" He barked out as the corso ran but to no avail. He sighed and looked to Maul, the black cane corso with red eyes, who was already chasing after Cinder. Alaric bolted after them both and before he knew it, he could smell the scent of a pack borders in his nose. Yet, Cinder and Maul had already cross in. He let out a curse under his breath and charged in, his tail raising towards the sky.

As Alaric walked towards Cinder, who had a small rabbit dangling from his maws proudly and Maul at his side, Alaric couldn't help but roll his hellfire eyes. "Come one, let's get out of here before we're noticed." He told the corsos sternly, motioning them to follow him back towards the border and away from the territory.

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I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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he was on his day patrol- as usual, vigorously keeping insomnia safe. his eyes sharp and vigilant as he used all his sense for the task at hand. he was eager to rise; to climb the ranks and earn the favor of his original home. no matter what bullshit rumored around the town, he was set with fixated goals and no one was stopping him.

his hawk would make rounds far before he covered the land ahead, and in good time the hawk came to warn Érebos of an intruder by silently swooping down to his shoulders. their thick talons hugging his fur tightly as they looked at the dire wolf. his hawk did not cry out to avoid Érebos' cover being prematurely blown- & with the flapping away of his companion setting off to finish combing the territory, Érebos began to go towards the direction his hawk directed him to. soon, he found the intruders after some moments, his steps quiet as he watched the scene unfold from a shrub that sheltered him well.

erect eyes and a sharp gaze that pierced forward, his hackles rose as he watched the stranger and his pets make a grave mistake. how ironic it was that one day, Érebos would be here disciplining someone for trespassing. seeing enough, he watched as the wolf bolted into insomnia grounds. not even in the slightest did the wolf's large dogs intimidate him. Érebos thus pressed forward with deliberation as he interjected the other with a menacing prowl. his head low as he watched the stranger with a predatory gaze and wet nares that flared like a mad bull. accompanying his large form were vibrations that generated far from within his large, rounded girth-, a humming growl: a direct threat and warning to the other male.

shaking his pelt in result of the tension that inevitably thickened here, the dire wolf paused. his large toes spayed as his opposing body came to confront the other brute. his face was stoic and empty of danger to come. his ears were erect as his tail flew up like a banner behind his back as he spoke with a booming deep voice. "I assume you intend to stay now. and your dogs." he questioned with a thick rolling accent, though it was directed with unmistakable enmity and authority. his growl ever present like background soundtrack as he eyed the rabbit in the canine's mouth, licking his own maw with anticipation as he watched the wolf once more. one sudden move, and he would be offset.


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It wasn't long before the scent of a pack wolf flooded Alaric's nostrils, his eyes shined with annoyance. He heard the growl emitting from behind him and his head turned to face the stranger wolf. His hellfire eyes narrowed skeptically. Who was this wolf to appear dominant towards him just because he stepped over some grass covered in piss? Alaric nearly scoffed right in his face at the idea. Packs, wolves who thought they had authority over him, it was all things he loathed. He thought packs were restrictive and useless, for the weak to gather in groups to appear strong. Prideful, Alaric was definitely prideful. "Actually, we were just about to take our leave." He rumbled back with a low growl, locking eyes with the larger male as he turned to face him directly. His hackles rose slightly along his spine. Immediately, the two cane corsos picked up on the tension between the two wolves. Cinder dropped the now dead rabbit and joined at Alaric's side, followed by Maul. "That is, unless you plan on stopping us." He challenged, his black lips curling back into a snarl. Alaric was a smart man, he knew he withhold his sharp tongue til after the dust settled. But boy, was he already preparing some scathing words the spit at this male should this confrontation be over.

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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their challenge rose in the air-, Érebos's ears sensitive to opposition. a fate they sealed for themselves then. but not quite yet-, Érebos intended to make this noteworthy. aiming at their head every chance he could, he was a righteous foe. Érebos was a relentless enemy to have. "What's your name wolf." a demand again as he steps closer, slowly encircling the man and his dogs with a predatory gaze that fixated on them, studying them & their faces. his shoulders protruding and creating a broken outline as he moved, paws splayed on the terrain with each deliberate step he made. he imprinted on them with his calculative mind, saving them in mental photo logs by the hundreds. his hawk then came circling back, crying to notify Érebos as they quickly came to fly above his larger form.

Érebos was stoic in every sense outside of himself. his exterior impenetrable, secretive and unmoving. his voice was booming with vocal depth, daemonic almost with the bass present there. important & gruff, concise and even- he was far from a bluff. but one could say his speech felt nearly neutral, if not casual. "My name is Érebos dunamis." he called out, loud enough for the brute to hear clearly. his ears swiveled atop his board crown, his large angular maw coming to loosely hang open as his gaze twinkled something of sadistic intrigue. "I can't let you go so easily." he admitted, nose flaring once as he shot a sharp exhale out his wet nostrils. "I have a good feeling about you." he slid on his horned armor, his teeth clicking as he closed his maw for the final time before drawing in air. and he set off quickly after, seizing the man in a sudden break forward. he leaps into the air with springing force & extended arms, intending to rain down on the smaller wolf with fangs bared. he did not discriminate, was not picky about which animal he bit into. all the same, he went and delved deep for a morsel of flesh to remember them by.



Érebos vs Alaric for Dominance
Round: 1/?
Age: over 1yr
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Titanium dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Metal skull mask with two 4'inch horns
Companion 1: Male Cooper’s Hawk - Battle
Skills: Advanced fighter & Novice Healer
Specialty: n/a


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Alaric's stance did not change nor waver from his straight posture, raised tail, erect and forwards ears. Not as the stranger wolf began to circle him with his domineering ways, not with his booming and deep voice, not when his hawk appeared, and not when the stranger demanded his name. Instead, Alaric would give it to him. "My name is Alaric Warmaw." A last name that meant nothing probably to the stranger. At least nothing yet. His gaze shifted to Maul, then to Cinder, and he gave them both a quiet nod. As if there was a secret conversation going on between the three of them. He watched as the man doned a large metal helmet. Where did everyone get these weapons and armor from? He didn't see any blacksmiths around. He didn't let that question linger tho.

A simple statement and he was checking his defenses. "Let's dance then." Was all that came from Alaric's maws as his stance began to widen for balance. His hackles rose along his spine. His chin tucked to protect his vitals organs. His eyes narrowed in case debris was flung.

It didn't take long before the larger male began to charge forwards him, straight for him. It didn't take much for Alaric to dance out of the line of fire. Cinder however, face the brute head on. The grey cane corso would attempt to latch his maws down on the side of the neck of the dire wolf while his front legs simultaneously would try to wrap around the neck for extra stability. Alaric applauded this silently, pride in his companion. His orange gaze shot over to Maul and he nodded once more. Now Maul stepped in, watching the hawk carefully as he waited for it to move in. While his cane corsos were attacking and keeping Erebos distracted, Alaric slithered towards the back end of this Erebos.

Alaric next move would be an merciless attack on the lower spine of Erebos. His maws would splay open as he sought to attempt to sink his fangs deep into the sensitive area of the spine.

Alaric vs Erebos for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: Berserker

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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truth be fucking told- not the norm for him by any means, Érebos dunamis did not set out to win this fight in particular. rather, he aimed to create suitable enemies that would serve as a sharpening effect & offer dangerous battle. not quite a friend but rather something that stroked his feathers more roughly; something that aroused his primal instincts and gave him the unmistakable opportunity to excised his tyranny on. a lesser one, not a dunamis, of which his scratch would only add to their already poor value in society. Alaric his name was.

Alaric's dogs with him, a trio Érebos did not expect to succeed after. determined but no fool, he was found to never refuse a challenge regardless of the odds. before his siblings reunited with him.. it had been this way. a sense of himself foraging forth to the surface again, like a breathe of fresh air from the pull of his family.

so as he went and came down, cinder was met with erebos's enthusiastic bite. a clamp down, shut on the dog's ear area. at the same time, cinder met Érebos' neck and they held one another in a dangerous dance- paws overlapping into a lock. Érebos's companion would thus swoop down and in the very last moment, he'd turn to target Alaric with his powerful agility in the air. sharp talons aiming to scratch at Alaric's body before swooping back up with accelerated speed.

Érebos would shift and use his weight to jerk and release himself from cinder as he pulled away. this then caused Alarics attack to be dodged but not entirely- a grazing on his hip instead cutting through his flesh instead. rather large as Érebos turned to quickly face the man before charging again at Alaric directly- mouth opened and eager to snap once last time. both men vigorous. Alaric's style cowardice in the dunamis' eyes, thus attempting to force a head on attack from them.




Érebos vs Alaric for Dominance
Round: 2/2
Age: over 1yr
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Titanium dagger
Defensive Battle Accessory: Metal skull mask with two 4'inch horns
Companion 1: Male Cooper’s Hawk - Battle
Skills: Advanced fighter & Novice Healer
Specialty: n/a


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Cinder was met with a vicious bite to the ear and a struggle for a grasp on the much larger wolf. Pain seared through the side of his head where the area was attacked, leaving behind a gash of blood pouring down his face. His own attack was successful in landing but was a short lived grip. When the dance of power was over, he was tossed off his balance temporarily and the dire sized wolf had already turned it's gaze on Alaric.

Maul had its eyes on the bird already and was ready for when it tried to swoop down and attack Alaric. Mauled stepped in and attempted to latch onto one of the bird's wings before it could completely fly away.

Alaric saw the bird incoming and danced not completely out of the way if it's attack. Afterall, he has to lure it closer to the ground for Maul to have a chance at grabbing it. He felt the sting as a tuft of fur had been grabbed and pulled out by the bird instead. Leaving behind a small graze along his side. However that was not Alaric's focus. His focus was on Erebos, who was charging at him with his maws open for attack.

This time Alaric charged directly at him too. Face on. His black maws splayed open and he attempted to clamp his fangs down around Erebos's side of the neck. Right where Cinder's maws had previously been.

The one thing about Alaric, he had little to no honor. There were lines he did not cross, acts he would never commit, but honor meant nothing to him. He was a survivor. Honor did not free him from the binds of slavery. Honor did not take his emaciated self and nurture it back to the heavy muscular build he had now. Honor did little to nothing in his life. When he fought, he fought to survive. To win. At any cost. He could care less how Erebos saw him. He saw Erebos as nothing more an inconvenience to his day. A annoyance. All because he stepped over some pissed on grass.

Alaric vs Erebos for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Companion 1: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Cane Corso, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: Berserker

And the winner is...

ÉREBOS

ALARIC must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: ÉREBOS: Attack Roll: 86 Defense Roll: 42 Agility Roll: 11 Perception Roll: 98 Total: 237 Attack[86] + 30% Bonus[25.80]: 111.80 Defense[42] + 20% Bonus[8.40]: 50.40 Agility[11] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 11.00 Perception[98] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 98.00 Total[271.20] + 15% Bonus[40.68]: 311.88 ALARIC: Attack Roll: 15 Defense Roll: 34 Agility Roll: 28 Perception Roll: 59 Total: 136 Attack[15] + 60% Bonus[9.00]: 24.00 Defense[34] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 34.00 Agility[28] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 28.00 Perception[59] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 59.00 Total[145.00] + 25% Bonus[36.25]: 181.25

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY

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sweet, sweet succession. it is his entirely in this battle. Érebos lands his blows, finishing them before he finally does pull back to leave them alive. his opponent being gifted mercy as he spares them. dominant over Alaric.. he really could've force claimed them. but what fun what that be? he snarls, baring his fangs as he stands tall over the wolf before him. his binary eyes glancing at both the dogs before returning his eyes to alaric. "Let this be a lesson. Don't invade my home again." his snout puckered, revealing rigid lines in the way his face crinkled with anger. tail lashing to the left, the dire wolf lowered slightly, inky nares flaring like a mad bull. adrenaline still fresh in his blood, lingering in the way his muscles twitched. still, standing in insomnia territory, Érebos awaits them to leave.

he bested a wolf and both large dogs, but he made sure not to be pompous. he was an honorable villain; intact dignity always. "come back to me and I will fight you for as long as you live, Alaric Warmaw. consider me a life long enemy." why? because he could. he would use this wolf as a target to hit every chance he could, a tool you see. "I told you I have a good feeling about you. godspeed." he tossed his head to the side, gesturing their exit point. he'd see alaric again, he was sure.



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