call me evil, I just know what's best for the world

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Érebos Dunamis wasted no time after his discussion with his wife took place. insomnia was swelling, overspilling and active with his young and clan. there needed to be more. enyo sought her own route after receiving his permission-, and now Érebos would take his own claim in the land. being secondary to anything simply.. wasn't enough. like the calculative man he was, he spent a year refining himself for this very moment. he studied day and night, growing hungry for his goal that much more. till he yearned for what he deserved. and he would stop at nothing to obtain it. yet he was not like his sister, enyo. as Érebos' choice was made quietly amongst himself, hidden in the back of his mind for some time now. and his challenge would prove no different- as he did not prefer to shout or beckon his opponent forward. nor was his style to childish tease.

determined and ruthless as his kind usual were, Érebos would make waves through history for his lineage. and if he failed to today, he would try again. his insatiable need for power was overflowing past the brink of his essence- captivating his every move and fiber of existence. Érebos was finally ready.

the dire wolf progressed slowly through the battlefield, his large paws trampling over the grassy plains under the scorching sun. his muscles rippled and danced beneath his obsidian coat as he proceeded forth; his wet nares flaring like a bull as he found a higher mound to stand upon. and it was here that Érebos would briefly call out for Basilisk, the armada warlord. a pack challenge and a shot at one of the largest societies- he did not choose his decision hastily. deliberate with his audacity and intelligent enough to aim at a goal worthwhile, Érebos awaited with vigilant eyes and his two hawks high in the air.




Érebos Vs Basilisk for Pack Challenge
Round 0/?
Height: 45”
Build: Heavy





Speech ─ Think

Made for Alo by Skelle !

Never one to pass up an opportunity to watch someone else fight, the call bought a smirk to Deluge's face. Her sisters wouldn't be far behind, not with the crowns still fresh on their own heads. Change was brewing across the lands it seemed.

Bottles clinked over her hips as she approached the challenger, it seemed his opponent was yet to arrive. Her head tipped, considering. She hadn't met him before, but she took a seat and raised a bottle in a silent toast. She'd see what she could parse out from those that came in support of him, until then, this seemed as good an excuse as any to get shitfaced and shout a little.

"speech"

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Epimetheus had followed Genesis, quick in his steps as he stayed by the side of the larger male. Gene hadn't seemed the most amused by this challenge but had made it seem that he had no choice but to go, so Epimethius followed him. He was more than happy to provide Genesis with affection and support throughout the challenge. Bumping his shoulder against the brute playfully as they approached the spot the call had rang from. His eyes flicked over the large male, who he had recognized from Enyo's challenge. He nodded his head to him in respect. A simmer of loyalty had flooded through his body when it came to this family, both because of Enyo and now because of Genesis. His sparring buddy also was from this family, and while he still didn't know his name he respected the brute just as much without it. When Genesis stopped Epimethius gave him a small doggish smile, and settled in next to him. Moving closer to let the other man lean against him if he so pleased. He enjoyed being near him and spending time with him, whether or not it was spent in bed, sparring or just talking. The proximity was enough for Epimethius. "Talk"

Another challenge? He couldn't say that he didn't see this coming, but seriously? First he had to go all the way down to another fucking continent for Enyo's and now there was already another one. At least the battlefield was close though, and at least he'd get to sleep in his own bed tonight. He supposed that it could be worse, but the bored and mildly annoyed expression was written all over his face as he walked with Epi to the sound of the challenge call.

Settling down on the side his brother stood, he offered him the slightest of nods before relaxing and leaning against Epi. At least he would make this comfortable, his soft coat like fine pillows fit for a king. Genesis might not have been a king, or even the patriarch, but he definitely knew quality. And fuck, if being a dog was what made him so damn soft then Genesis couldn't complain - Epi made a perfect pillow. He was more than just a fine bit of tail fur though, even he wasn't blind to the Epi's fighting ability.

"Hopefully Erebos makes quick work of this, I'm ready for a nap," he whispered close to Epi's adorably floppy ear with a smirk, holding back the urge to nip it while he was there.

Speech ─ Think

─ by Skelle !

z e p h y r o s .

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it was only a matter of days until Érebos did was he had always been bred to do. with a jagged prowl, zeph came as soon as the howl was sung. a pack challenge from Érebos, no more and no less. good. this was what the elders sent them here for. to conquer, to have and use. zephyros wouldn't miss this prime moment for anything as he came to approach the gathering. the larger dunamis patriarch was seen upon a taller mound, his power gleaming with all his glory. zephyros bowed for a brief moment before coming to sit himself next to the dunamis pet and gene.

with a flicker of his vermilion eyes, Zeph watched and waited with an impatient growl. his ears erect and moving atop his crown- fur bristled with pressed forward brows as he sat there judging the crowd to come. he was vigilant and guarded while he expected more dunamis to show. "Move." he muttered to enyo's pet, not wanting them to touch him.


"talk."

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At this point she was turning into a shadow for Zephyros whom she had found interesting and fun to be around with. And in Lazuli's book she was doing nothing wrong by doing this. They were "friends" after all and such she simply did what she though friends do, which was sticking together and being there for the other. Though what she was doing was mostly stalking but she had no concept about such.Quietly she lied down next to him, tucking her silky tail around her paws. "Is he your dad?" She asked about the male challenging. They looked a bit alike so she wondered if he was a parent. ""

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The piebald-adorned female wolf was finding herself heading to yet another pack challenge, yet again performed by a family member. She wondered if this was a wise move, to anger many this quickly. Wouldnt having this many enemies be a problem later on? Won't this make everyone aim at their heads? Yet who was she to question the patriarch? Who was she to oppose to the wills of her family? No one, and she wouldn't express any opposition to them and their wishes even if she would prefer something more calculated. She sat down, ready and paying attention to her surroundings, knowing this could cause a fight or even a war against them. They were taking packs and it was just too obvious there wouldn't be any happy faces after this. ""

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Dread catches the call, but it's more than that. He feels it in his bones. There's something strange about families, something hanging thickly in the air here. Wearing a mask of composure, hanging close to Deluge's side, they arrive on the battlefield.

He wouldn't be the only of his line to appear for this, but fuck it, he'd be the first. They'd long disowned him, and though his father had tried to bridge the gap, something had been severed. Hearing from Andy that Basilisk had hurt Kite? It's the straw that broke the camel's back.

Settling beside Deluge, Dread takes a bottle of his own. Lifting it in turn to the challenger, he makes himself comfortable. It would be a show, after all.

Petra wasnt one to linger into other's affairs yet she wasn't able to help wondering what this place was for. Old dried blood stained parts of the barren terrain, bones and a few deadbodies were what she had found until now. And it was when she had come to investigate that a challenge had been issued. Curiosity was always dangerous to fall prey to, knowing it could bring her unwanted harm. Yet she wanted to see and perhaps see if this could affect her family in some way.

Quietly she approached but not fullily getting into it. Keeping her distance as she stared at the fight to be from a high spot on the terrain.

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"Speech."

It was time to show up as the unified force that they were. No true ally to either side. A neutral party all on their own. Waiting with bated breath to watch the potential upheaval of the century. A kingdom may fall flat on its face by the end of the day. Because of this, as the challenging call rang out, Calliope knew she would need to follow. On her sister's steps, listening to the clink of booze bottles as they retreat past their borders and over to the Battlefield. Neutral territory. A perfect place to stir some shit up.

With a cruel smirk sweeping over her pale lips, Calliope scans the small, but growing crowd. These wolves are unrecognizable. Fodder to their grand plan. It would not be with fear that they watch the scenes unfold, but with excitement. Would the Warlord fall or reign supreme? Fresh blood wasn't always a bad thing, but to go straight for the throat of the supposed elite? She couldn't help but snort, holding back a laugh.

Settling in on the other side of Deluge, Calliope unceremoniously plops onto the dirt, stretching out her svelte build. Allowing her eyes to linger on the challenger for one more moment, she finds herself unimpressed. What did he bring to the table aside from his ego? Flicking her gaze to Deluge, snagging a bottle off the hip holster, she takes a deep drink, wiping her lips with a paw. "Ah, time to get the party started," deepened, cruel tones slice through the tension in the air, continuing to drink.

"speech"

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Though easily the quietest and most reserved of the three, that didn't mean that she wasn't capable of being just as judgmental and provocative as her sisters. In fact, pushed enough, Siduri was capable of things that some wolves would never even dream about. All three were pretty as sin and more than a little wild.

When the call rang out for a challenge, the trio shared a glance of interest, packed up some supplies, and made their way to the battlefield. The Raider Queens claimed their patch of grass and settled down as though they owned the place. A bottle a'piece, Siduri pulled the cork on hers and spat it aside. A sneer pulled over pastel features and she called rather loudly to her siblings, "Hopefully they do more than just fondle one another. I want to see blood."

"speech"

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It was time~ He had mad his intentions to gun for his own pack known, and of course, she supported him just as she had supported Enyo, and would support anyone else who wanted to go out and do their own thing. She readied up to head to the Battlefield, but first made sure the pups were settled in (sorta). While she generally didn't care what her kids often did, they were too young to attend something like this. She didn't know who would be showing up or who'd be pissy enough to try take take it out on her youngest children. For now, they'd be under Rou's watchful eyes. Her eldest daughter had a no nonsense attitude when it came to matters like this, and she was sure Rou would threaten them with poisons and the shits if they didn't listen! With all of that out of the way, she made her way with Ripper and her companions, arriving as others did, of course. He stood tall and proud, summoning his would be opponent from the North lands. Oooh! Armada eh? This would be interesting! She giggled as she settled somewhere behind him, her support clear as she briefly glanced around to see who else was around to watch the show. Surprisingly, no Armadans yet! Weird. Maybe they were on their way. Probably gearing themselves up to make a grand entrance. Whatever the case, she was excited to watch the battle that would come with all the glee and excitement of a child at a Disneyland parade! "Speech"

It's a call Hazel knows she shouldn't answer. In another life, it would have been her challenge to fight. Now she stands, a general without an army. Without forces to pull around herself, to rally for something like this. No, she arrives alone. She arrives before any of the Armada's own, and likely for the best. Though she tips her chin for a moment toward Dread, and Deluge in turn, the girl takes a seat far and away on her own.

There would be blood. Far more blood than perhaps anyone realizes, or anticipates. Hazel steels herself, looking on with a cold, clinical stare. Always a watcher, digging her fingers into the pulse. Tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. The girl has a way of othering herself, and this time around would be no different. Watch. Wait. Observe.

By kingdom come, there will be blood, on earth as it is in hell.

Hazel, The General

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Rot Gut Whiskey's Gonna Ease My Mind

Tarnish pawed at the bandages on his face. He was generally on the mend but the right side of his face was still swollen, the wounds weepy and sore. Still, wounded or not when he heard the call for a pack challenge echo out across the battlefield he felt like a distraction would do him some good. Gathering his things, his companions, and some strong whiskey, he headed out to see the show.

There was already a good size audience and his sight zeroed in on his sisters as he sauntered over to them, flopping next to Siduri as she spoke. "Well, if they fail to draw blood, we could do it for them." He shot her a mischievous grin. It had seemed awhile since he'd spent time with his littermates. The whirling of his mind post illness had caused a strange separation, a veil between himself and the world. The pounding in his face from his would kept him anchored and despite the pain he was feeling better than he had in awhile.

Tarnish coiled his hind legs beneath him, his forepaws fiddling with the whiskey bottle, claws clinking against glass. He was ready to relax and enjoy the show but all the same wanted to be ready should any tertiary fights begin.

There was a risk in her being here but it was a risk worth taking. Kina had tentative plans to become Tojo's heir and that meant increasing her knowledge of fighting, in particular observing those who stood to either gain or lose it all. She needed to be able to defend her pack if she were to lead it and should the worst happen, and Tojo were to fall, she needed to be able to resurrect it. As such there were lessons to be learned from both the challenger and challenge and she intended to learn her lessons well. Kina sat at the edge of the group, giving herself space as she waited for the battle to begin.

Makara didn't relish the bugle of challenge hailing from the Battlefield. She had only just recently arrived home after her years away lost in transit. All of the knowledge she'd hoarded, every artifact she'd uncovered, and she still hadn't foreseen this. Armada had been a figurehead of Boreas for her living memory, just as she knew it was for her brother and his father and his father before him. History was littered with dynasties, and so many had fallen...

But they would not.

She was sure of it, in the same way that she knew where to anticipate the sun's rising and setting. It was as immutable and unchangeable as the moon (or maybe, as much as she loved adventure, she hated change). Regardless, Basilisk's sister arrived at the Battlefield with an shakeable lump in her throat. Her brother was a preternatural behemoth, an animal like she'd never encountered before in nature until she'd met his son. Perhaps this challenger will take one look at him and flee. Makara ambled on to the scene, noting she was the first to arrive. A tall order to represent her pack in this way, but she knew her brother and likely his wife and children were on her heels. She took the time to assess his opponent: a stocky, well-built wolf of dire height. Larger than most, but Basilisk would still easily have a foot or more of height on him. Makara tightened the strap on her goggles and sat apart from the main gathering before looking furtively over her shoulder to watch for her brother to answer the call.

"speech"

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Whisper had come here in hopes of a spar, but was going to find herself a spectator instead. So many wolves had already gathered, and one scent stood out among the others. Whisper moved with all the certainty of a loosed arrow and draped herself across Hazel like a cape in lieu of a greeting. It was something she had picked up living among the Archers, they were a touchy-feely bunch, to the point it was hard to differentiate individual scents from the combined scent of the pack. Her heart hurt to remember it, she was homesick, but it wasn't for this place. Hazel would understand.

She didn't feel strongly one way or another who was being challenged, she knew she should care that it was Armada, but it felt like a whisper of a bad dream when she looked back on all that happened in her short life so far. Hazel had been a part of the pack for much longer than she had. "What do y'think mum'd think of this?"

"speech"

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The Warlord felt his anger pouring through his veins like fire. The world was ending, the safety of his family wasn’t assured, and a challenger decided that this was the time to take action? He would remember this, he would remember it for a long time coming. He stripped himself of his shoulder spurs, and his leathers. His reindeer was at his side as he left his home. His wyrm on his back, her head just behind his skull, and his falcon in the air. Together, they made their way to the battlefield.

Basilisk arrived to find his challenger, the stink of Insomnia on his coat, and Medusa clearly on his side. She had come to the Armada not that long ago to talk alliances, a lie? Perhaps. Bas dismissed everyone around him, his attention only for the wolf who had summoned him here. That was the only thing that mattered. His family, extended now as it was, his kids. Everyone's futures depended on this moment. Generations of effort, blood, and pain. His gaze travelled to that smaller wolf who challenged him. Very well then.

He flared his tail behind him for balance, and he narrowed his eyes to slits to make them a smaller target. He flicked his ears back until they were pressed against his skull so they too were a smaller target. He raised his hackles along his spine, and dug his claws into the earth for traction. There was no time like the present. He hadn’t stopped moving since he arrived, but he picked up his pace with no intention to slow. He raced towards the other wolf, aiming to close the 10 feet of distance between them at a slightly angled approach, neither directly head-on nor perpendicular. He was moving at an angle that would ideally place him very subtly towards the right side of his opponent's front, rolling his shoulders forward to brace for the impact as he moved. He stood 15” taller than his opponent, and it was his intention to use that against the other wolf. He moved in an attempt to slam his right shoulder into Erebos’ right cheek with the force of his momentum backing the motion. He sought to use enough drive behind that movement to fracture the right zygomatic arch.

He would move his head forward seconds after he attempted the slam, seeking to reach behind Erebos’s head, aiming to grab at Erebos’ left ear at the base. His upper jaw would seek to puncture through the furred outer portion of the ear, and his lower jaw to come down into the cartilage at the inside of the ear's base. Aiming to give himself the room to pull back on the ear with his carnassials, attempting to savage as much of it as possible.

Bas’s reindeer kept trotting, attempting to move in perpendicular to Erebos’ left hind leg. Lowering his antlers as he sought to drive in his right lower tines in as deep as possible, aiming just above the stifle of the left leg where he knew he stood the greatest chance of hitting Erebos' sciatic nerve.

Basilisk vs Erebos for Pack
Round 1/2
Height: 60”
Build: Balanced

OOC: Consent given by Alo for Erebos to descend the mound and begin the fight on even ground, 10 feet apart



"Basilisk Fatalis"

The call that rang out brought a confusion to her. Who the hell would have a problem with her Master? Why would they call for the Warlord in such a uncertain time? The skies red and she had heard words from others around and felt the tremors. The world could right be ending and someone wanted to fight the massive man that was Basilisk Fatalis? What fools.

A quick cleaning of her paws from the flewer(flour) and her baking, and a quick snatch of her trauma kit as she began to the short but long(for her) walk. A gaze of purple settling on the scenery. Basilisk had only briefly given her his permission and she followed in his wake. The permanent limp slowed her compared to his long legs. Not that she minded, she was learning that walking at her own pace and keeping to herself mostly and in a kitchen was relaxing. The pastry cooking was likely giving weight to many who came and snuck a snack from the kitchen, not that she could blame them. She was beginning to make so much she likely could speak to the Warlord about figuring out how to preserve them and possibly sell or trade them for more books and maybe even some herbs to plant in the kitchen as ingredients. She wasn't sure the Consort would appreciate it though.

She entered behind Basilisk and looked about. The pelts of those behind the challenger were many of the same, family then. The challenger was a big guy, but Basilisk dwarfed him. She turned silently and settled herself behind her warlord. Some might expect her to support someone else or to be neutral especially as a slave, but the dame was more a fan of the known than the unknown. At least Basilisk had offered and dangled her freedom before her. The other if he won and kept her and the others she wouldn't know her own fate and she disliked that. A look to those supporting Basilisk but ultimately she settled on Basilisk's form. She would likely patch him up before they left today when he won. Because he would win. He must to keep everyone safe and for his wife and children. She set the kit at her paws and lowered herself to her haunches. "You got this Master Basilisk." Words whispered on the wind under her breath. She didn't want to make a fool of herself by shouting her support of him, nor draw attention to her from his supporters.

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Enyo would arrive, her eyes sweeping over the Battlefield. So many fights and so many spars here. This was a place of relief, a place of glory and improvement. However, today, it was tainted with fear. The same tired faces etched with sour distrust. Change, no matter how desperately it was needed, was something that these creatures clung to with desperate resistance. She'd seen it before and heard tales of such things from the Elders back home. Fear and hostility. Hesitation to act would be the death of them. She watched the arrival of what was possibly one of the largest wolves she had ever laid eyes on. Erebros was ambitious, but even she knew, the larger the opponent, the heavier the body. There was no lack of faith in her brother.

Had she been weaker and untrained, she might have understood that fear. But as she looked across their wary faces, she was grateful to have been tempered by the fires of Dunamis. Too bad. The weak will always dread what they cannot defend against, Nike's voice echoed in her head. All that suffering was not for nothing. Her family were weapons; today, they would finally live up to their purpose.

Quietly she walked to where the other Dunamis resided, her eyes brushing over Epimethius and how closely he was to Gene... Was that his tail touching? Her eyes looked down, not betraying the sense of disgust. Gene wouldn't dare disgrace the Dunamis in a moment like this, now would he? Her icy gaze washed over her younger brother, a warning in itself.

Enyo heard Zephyros command Epi to move, and she paid no mind. The dog shouldn't be so close anyways. He would never be one of them. She looked at Epi expectantly, as if waiting on him to obey before she turned her attention to the fight at hand.

Enyo would be quiet. Waiting for the scene to unfold.

"SPEECH"

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