Sparrow had missed out on too many good fights lately and she wasnt about to skip another. She invited all her kids along because they needed to see how bullshit the world was.

Sparrows attitude on the Armada had cooled some in the past years, and she didn't care about the other pack except for that bitch Medusa who wasn't so cool and evil as she was obviously a watered down type of crazy with a side of wanna be Recluse (even boinked her husband. Ew. Men.)

But this wasn't about her. This was about the one large guy and the significantly larger guy. Huh, what did they feed him growing up?

Sparrow settled in a space big enough for her brood and decided that she really didn't care who won in this case, but it would be a fun time to watch.

"Alright kiddos," she said, addressing those who came with her. "Who do you bet is gonna win and why?" It was a teaching moment. She was a mother or something after all.

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

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Many gathered around before the armada leader showed up. It was clear to see who supported him and it was clear to see those who did not. Some neutral parties lingering in the back as wolves crowded around. Many the Dunamis patriarch did not know personally. Erebos was the standing embodiment of new blood that sought to blend and convert the land of boreas. To dominate and stake claim. This was all just.. A part of the process.

Blue and brown eyes trickled over the many faces as he stared with a hardened gaze. Emotionless, stoic and guarded was all the seeped from his features- he was impossible to read. His strong gaze unwavering as he stood like an unmovable wall poised over the grassy mound.

The look on all their faces amused him internally-, perhaps some really did let 15 more inches determine authority. Did basilisk fight for the armada? Surely he must’ve fought and won many times over to earn such a gawking crowd of lesser fans that idolized this warlord of the north. And what a shame that was.. Even more so when they opposed the natural ebb & flow of change. Seasons changed and this time, basilisk fatalis with it. It wasn’t personal- it was necessary.

With the advantage of the mound, erebos sees the titan of a wolf come before they are within 10 feet of distance. His eyes narrow, seeing basilisk’s falcon in the air and the miniature reindeer accompanying the armada leader. His eyes study the size of basilisk and their mutations as they came closer, but basilisk’s size did nothing to deter erebos in any way.


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Instead, erebos begins to descend from the higher mound. Once on even ground, erebos took a deliberate stance: his toes pressed into the ground, splayed as his nails dug into the terrain for improved traction. His ears flattened and his tail tailored behind him like a plank for optimal balance. His fur bristled and his weight was centered for evenly distributed support. His knees bent slightly as his chin tucked. Adrenaline flooded him and his muscles swelled with blood flow and oxygen-, his entire body ready for action.

With narrowed eyes, he saw the reindeer split off from basilisk’s side and circling around to the far left of erebos. The reindeer charged, trying to approach erebos’ left hind leg in a perpendicular angle. But as the reindeer proceeds closer with about 13 feet from erebos, the dunamis male abruptly moves his strong arms with sudden bursts of speed as he bolts away and outward to his own right. Easily dodging the reindeer entirely and all its attempted attacks before it could even touch his body as he was no longer in direct path to the reindeer.

While erebos gallops even farther out to his own right with accelerating speed, the dunamis male focuses on the angle of basilisk while erebos’s hawks flew closely in tow- his smaller hawk closer to the ground as it flew on erebos’ right side while his larger hawk flew on his left, high in the air with eyes on basilisk's falcon. Within 10 feet now of the armada leader, erebos surged forward with hiking gallops in an attempt to correct the angle of which basilisk charged in by charging more to his own right increasingly. Smaller than basilisk, erebos was fast. With a sudden sharp turn inwards to his own left and basilisk’s following left side, erebos’ claws dug into the earth to support such an abrupt change of direction as he then bolted and aimed towards basilisk’s left side torso area with an intersecting angle. During this time, erebos' smaller hawk swooped closer down to erebos’ right as it attempted to swoop down near basilisk’s left ear- attempting to tear off the apex of the ear aggressively with both sets of talons.

With centered weight and good traction, erebos then launched upward to lift his frontal body and forearms off the ground while he attempted to hit basilisk’s left lower rib cage with his own left bulky shoulder. Specifically aiming for basilisk’s external abdominal oblique muscle that sat atop the rib cage bones- attempting to break one of basilisk's ribs with such a forced collision; aiming to lean into the attack for a harsher landing & increasing severity.

erebos and basilisk then met in a fierce slamming of bodies, causing erebos to fully bare his teeth in preparation for his next attempted attack. The impact of basilisk's left shoulder then lands a moderate contusion to erebos' left trapezius and soon after, erebos felt basilisk's single elongated left upper canine lightly scratch his own left gluteus medius muscle. Adrenaline does well to filter the pain out mostly as he pushes through it, quickly aiming with his mouth to bite into basilisk’s lumbo-dorsal fascia where many nerve endings and connective tissue to larger muscle groups lay. His canines attempted to pierce into the flesh there with eager force before then clamping down with deliberately increased force and vigorously tugging with the assistance of gravity as his frontal body and forearms came back down from his previous rise. Erebos attempted to tear through the lumbo-dorsal fascia, aiming to decrease basilisk's mobility.



Érebos Vs Basilisk for Pack Challenge
Round 1/2
Height: 45”
Build: Heavy

Speech ─ Think

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Kai had arrived fashionably late. No one wanted to sit through the fight preliminaries anyway, right? That sort of thing wasn't important. Really, this whole challenge wasn't important. Win or lose, neither side meant anything to her. She was just bored and heard that there was a show. Free entertainment. Who could deny that?

Kaino Saxe didn't take a side, she simply chose the patch of ground that looked the most comfortable. Who knew where that would even put her? Choosing sides was silly too. These bastards were fighting, moving about, constantly changing positions. One minute you looked like you were supporting Tallboy McGee and the next you looked like you were supporting Darky McWhiteSpots.

As the two brutes grappled (One of them had definitely touched the other's butt) Kaino called out, "It doesn't count unless you make up cool names for your moves and call them out beforehand!" She was heckling both of them. She was a heckler. She heckled.

"Kaino Saxe"

Atoll was eager to follow momma Sparrow to the Battlefield for the big show. He hadn't been here yet, but he knew this was where wolves came to fight - and while he wasn't necessarily a fighter, he would definitely grow to become a betting man, and this place made his eyes grow wider and wider with each passing second as he took it all in. The sounds! The thrill! The big, meaty men! As excitable as a kid in a candy shop, he danced from paw to paw, unable to settle in. Once Sparrow found a space for them to spread out, he locked his bi-colored eyes on the fight before him. They were reeeally in the thick of it now, all flashing teeth and ropy muscle.

When Sparrow spoke, he twitched his eyes to her for a moment: Who do you bet is gonna win and why? A good question. Atoll eyed the opponents, weighing them in his child's mind. One guy was big. The other guy was even bigger. One guy had two birds, the other guy had a weird little collection of pets that included... a big-ass snake? He sneered a wicked little grin, and with all of his boyish cleverness, said: "I think whoever has the bigger snake is gonna win, and that guy is packing!" Atoll pointed towards Bas and the wyrm he toted, cracking himself up at his own bad double entendre. No one ever said Raider kids were well-behaved.


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Kaira followed eagerly after her mother, sticking close to her side as she looked up at her mom with expectant eyes. She settled down next to her as her mother halted and then spoke to her and Atoll. Kai was about to respond but then her brother beat her to it, and she listened to him with an incredibly rough snort coming out of her nose as she tried not to laugh at him. Taking a shaky deep breath in an attempt to not burst out laughing.. And then she's laughing, taking a moment to calm herself before she looks back to her mom and grins. "I think the big dude will!! He has big teeth, and the same spurs you have Mom!! So he has to win!" her thoughts were flawless clearly, bigger man, big teeth, mom's mutation... That meant he HAD to win. Right? Either way, she shuffled closer to her mom's side leaning against her and watching the fight. Kaira Imperialis-Klein

The battle call that came from Boreas was alarming and unexpected. For someone to have the gall to challenge the Armada directly spoke of irrationality and recklessness—both dangerous traits in a wolf who was gunning for one of his allies. The Lord of Cinder gathered up a good showing from the Hallows to go give their direct support to the Armada and marched north across the Bifröst, arriving at the Battlefield just after the fighting had begun. Artorias gazed with disdain down at the wolves gathered around the challenger—a wolf whose name he did not know, but had seen at other challenges before snuggled up with Medusa—as he led the Hallows wolves to join the spectators. He made a point of sitting behind Basilisk, showing clear support for his nephew and ally.

As he sat austere and attentive, Artorias’ leering gaze turned to the other Insomnia wolves, specifically to Medusa. The skeletal bitch had begun by tearing a chunk out of the Ashen Empire, refused to be a part of a new alliance agreement, and now here she was putting her name behind the wolf she was ostensibly fucking as they targeted the Armada, the Hallows' closest ally. So this was the game Medusa wanted to play? She wanted to make herself a public enemy to them? Then so be it. "Fii atent. S-ar putea să fie încă mai multă violență," he warned his family in hushed tones for them alone. Artorias' fiery gaze burned as he shifted his glower from the treacherous cunt queen of Insomnia back to the combatants, watching the action closely, analyzing each move. He had faith in the new Warlord's abilities; Basilisk would win this.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian"

Another challenge? What was going on in the world that there were all these attacks on alphas all of a sudden? Ember pondered this strange surge of aggression as she followed her sire up north across the Bifröst toward the Battlefield. It was a bit of a journey, but with the challenged alpha being her cousin and the Hallows' closest ally, the wolves of the south would be remiss if they didn't attend to throw their support behind Basilisk and the Armada. Fatalis blood was as much in her veins as Carpathian blood was and this was her family being threatened. As the group arrived at the Battlefield, the fight was just kicking off, Basilisk charging the unknown male that Ember had seen at the other pack challenge. Her eyes narrowed, gazing across the other attendees with suspicion. So many familiar faces from then too... Were they all one coalition? A new group of enemies forming? Suddenly the weight of Ravenedge on her back felt all the more comforting.

Following her father to sit on the Armada's side of supporters to show their allegiance to Basilisk, Ember sat tall and alert. Her father's words of warning spoken in their family's tongue made her fur bristle slightly, oceanic blue eyes narrowing to deadly points as she surveilled the crowd, watching for any signs of threats outside the arena. "Înțeles, Tatí." She would be ready to react to anything if it came to more violence from the gathered wolves that had clearly marked themselves as their enemies.

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"

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As he settled down alongside Epi, Gene was not ignorant of the family's dismay. Zeph wanted Epi to move and the icy glare from Enyo suggested nothing less but now was not the time for squabbling over where someone sat and who sat with them. Bickering now would make the family look weak, and was that absolutely necessary when the Patriarch was trying to stake a claim over another pack? Sure, perhaps he shouldn't have looked so cozy alongside a dog under the eyes of other Dunamis, but many of the wolves that gathered either didn't know who they were yet or didn't seem to care.

"Now is not the time to appear weak by picking fights with each other and distracting others from what's really important here. He is nothing but a comfortable, soft thing to lean against and play with, if you must know, so if there are issues with it I'm sure Erebos would prefer they wait until after when others aren't around to watch us instead of him," he said calmly and quietly so that only they would hear however there was a bit of annoyance clear in his voice despite his ever-present smile. His face however remained neutral with bicolored eyes locked on the fight before them as the challenged alpha rose over the hill. Besides, if Enyo could use Epi as a hunting dog, then why couldn't he have his own carnal uses for him?

Speech ─ Think

─ by Skelle !

The call from both the battlefield and his uncle would be easily heeded. If there was action, Titus was bound to be there. The Hallows closest ally and members of their family were being threatened. A feat to do so in his eyes, but then again he had seen the brute that was Basilisk Fatalis. He moved with grace like a cat after his uncle and Ember, keeping on their heels. His muscles sore from a current growth spurt he was going through. Must of been a normal thing though for a near yearling.

As they came upon the battlefield he followed suit of his uncle. He saw the show his uncle made of sitting on the Armada's side and he followed suit. A blatant glare on his face as he sat and took in the faces of the challenger and his supporters. It went without saying if they were so bold as to go for the Armada then they would be stupid enough to fight the only wolves who knew how cultivate their special steel. Carpathian steel was a rarity.

The words from Artorias was given a silent nod. He had only a few words for this. More observation than anything. "Cât de îndrăzneți din partea lor să încerce Armada acum. Sunt un pericol pentru pământ dacă continuă această încercare de a pune mâna pe toate haitele din jur, nu-i așa?" The question more of a rhetorical statement. His hand paws tucked under his tail as he watched. His raven overhead and Nikolai finally catching up and coming to settle to his other side that wasn't occupied. The boy was more than confident that Basilisk would prevail today. His eyes settled on the challengers as he let his companions take up watching the opposing side for hostile movements. If someone decided to make a move it might become a bloodbath, and Titus was ready for that. He had his uncles back no matter what, and his cousin's for that matter.

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Epimethius stared between the three, eyes revealing just a little of the inner whites. He was stressed and now a little confused. He shuffled closer to Genesis, leaving room for Zephyros to settle without being touched by the dog. He looked at Enyo who seemed to want Genesis to act and not him, at least that was what it seemed to him. And this his two-toned eyes shift to Genesis, clearly looking for some sort of answer. It lay unspoken though as Genesis speaks to the rest. Epimethius eyes not leaving the man's form, more because he is worried about how the others may react. However, Genesis spoke with reason and logic so maybe it would be fine. He felt a part of him be a little disappointed in what Genesis regarded him as. His tail comes to rest on the ground instead of pinned up against his back. If Genesis paid attention he could probably feel Epimethius's muscles tense and then relax underneath him. To the others, his actions would only seem to be stress-related, not because the big dog just had his feelings hurt. Epimethius let out a soft sigh before turning to the challenge again, head tilted down in subtle submission to the other two. Unless he was directly spoken to again he was minding his own business. Although, he would remember where he stood with Gene now. He would remember not to pursue less carnal needs for the man. Since he now thought the emotional connection was not what Genesis craved from him. He would see to it that he remained fit for what Genesis wanted from him and nothing else unless requested later. "Talk"

The lean Fatalis healer, Oleander, strode slowly around the group's edge until he came to sit next to his cousins. The air was tense and his skin crawled underneath his plush white fur, though he moved with a casual stride.

"Beautiful day for a good old-fashioned face-off, huh?" He grinned with a comfortable air as he nodded to Ember and her father. His kit of medical supplies was close to his hip as he sat and the formidable bear skull helm was tipped back like a hood over the thick protective hide around his shoulders. His own pale raven hopped next to him and attempted to flutter her wings at Andrei in greeting.

Ollie's viridian eyes scanned the crowd, lingering on a few familiar faces. However one would wonder if he was just observing a field of flowers with his neutral, almost playful gaze. He hoped he could chat with his sister again, it would be nice to see her smile.


"Speech!"

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Don't go down without a The call had rang out and Trixy had to question it. How many pack challenges in such a short time could the lands take? Her form took off to the battlefield, reindeer in tow. Not that she knew the summoned alpha or the voice of the challenger but she definitely wanted to know what was going on, and a scent on her way up north told her a familiar face would be there. She arrived full clad in her vest with her knife on her shoulder and her companions on her heel. Charlie was on a tine of Frank's antlers and both were keeping an eye on everything as Trixy moved them all to find a seat. Her bicolored gaze was scanning the crowds, narrowing on the tall form of Enyo and their assumed family. The challenger was the massive guy who supported Enyo before. Her hackles lifted. Was this some form of attempt for them to conquer Ardent. It was alarming for certain. The size of the opponent and alpha the male challenged not even fazing her but noted. He was a good head taller than even the biggest wolves she had faced. She'd like to try her hand one day at sparring that monster of a man. Would definitely be fun. Her gaze went back to Enyo and her supposed family though. The similarities of her family and Sephiran sending up red flags and had her hackles rising. At least this time she didn't come in to the speech tendencies of a conqueror. She moved to find Artorias's wolves. Head still on the fight and opposition as she made her way to sit beside a white male with a bone helmet. If Sir Artorias was placing his support here there was likely a good reason, and she would place her cards with that male. She was starting to get the whole picture of the black and white family and she wasn't really liking what she was seeing. They could still be given a chance but if they made a move against her and hers they would find her less forgiving. The words of the white male had her turning an ear to him. "I'm starting to paint a picture, Sir Artorias. And I'm not enjoying the picture its becoming...." the first bit was said under her breath to the male she saw as an ally and trusted friend. With her past it was no wonder seeing these wolves coming in and challenging again was off putting. To the white male she turned her head and smiled. "Bellatrix Ravenwood." She would add more but the introduction was kept brief just to let the male know she was a friend to Artorias and if he was a friend to Art then by all means that made him a friend to her. Walk, "Talk", Think Fight, little wolf, fight, little wolf

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Their mother had told them to come watch a fight and Boggy was all game. He still got distracted here and there with his ways and ended up arriving as the fight brawled on. His mom had asked something and his siblings were betting on who would win and why. Bog agreed with them, laughing at his sibling's joke. Nice one. Hehe... pee pees.

There were also a bunch of wolves muttering in some language and Boggy swiveled his ears to try to hear. They sounded like how babies talk when they don't say real words. Weirdos... maybe they didn't learn how to talk yet. But they were adults. Hmm... The pup pondered for a minute before abruptly forgetting and turning his attention back to the fight. "Yeah, that one is like... double the size of the other one, so he's gonna win unless he's a big weenie."

Erebos sought to stake his claim today, and he would of course, support his brother. He has only heard rumors about the Armadan warlords size, so he was interested to see if those rumors were true. None of them knew of course, who his brother sought to challenge until the call rang out, and even Medusa seemed surprised about it. Regardless, today would determine whether or not the Armada would have a home to return to. Following the others, he arrived in time to find the Armadan alpha answer Erebos' call, and the piebald male would of course, join the rest of his family in support of their brother.

His gaze scanned the crowd as he took his seat nearby, noting the hostility some seemed to have for his kin and the Bone Queen. He chuckled quietly to himself...ah yes, adults acting like children. It seemed the wolves of these lands weren't used the disruption of their status quo. Shame. That told him that several of them lived far too comfortably without fear of one another. A small shake of his head. It seemed they did fear change. Whatever didn't fit their own narrative was an enemy. But challenges were a part of the wolf world. Packs rose and fell all the time. Perhaps their own fear lied in the themselves...like maybe they felt they simply didn't have the power to protect what they felt belonged to them. Silly creatures...

Turning his gaze to the fight at hand, he kept an ear out for any that would choose to cause trouble. Just like the last challenge, it seemed others eyed them and the Insomnian pack as if they were the culprits. Judging without the truth. Silly wolves...keep living in fear. It would only make them weaker. He continued his scan of the crowd, committing faces and scents to memory. Who knows, maybe it'd come in handy in the future to remember them all.

"Speech"

Hehehe... another challenge! He followed his mother out to the battlefield, settling in beside her as his excitement came off in waves. Erebos was challenging someone, though the boy didn't know who nor did he care. All he cared about really was a good show! He grinned as others began to arrive, his gaze darting from one face to another as he recognized some from the other challenge. When the challenged alpha showed up and dove right in, Ripper ooh'd and aah'd. Not just at his size, but at the fierceness both of them were going at it already. Would he be getting into his own fight today? More began to show up and...oh look! "Look ma! It's our favorite wolves from castletown!" He exclaimed loudly, laughing after he said it while wiggling his paw at them in a gleeful wave. He hadn't missed the look they shot their way. "You mad bro!?" He taunted at them, laughing again before looking around to see who else was here and who else might show up.

"Speech"

Deluge's lip curled in delight as the purple coated woman heckled and she snorted in response, adding her own bellow of "Just kiss already!" to round it out. She unhooked a bottle from her hip and rolled it towards the stranger in invitation, she had bought plenty for anyone that wanted some, and shit the way things were going, they were all going to need it.

If the spectating ended up being a disappointment, maybe the Raider's would have to put on their own after fight entertainment? Hell, they were close enough to throw an after-party. Maybe she should send her gull to tell Kenway to roll some barrels out to Wolfpaw lake just in case?

She was pulled from her musing as the Hallows arrived, and she afforded them a nod, lifting a bottle to Artorias in a silent offering. She could roll one to them just as easily. They had probably been the closest pack her mother had considered friendly of all their not-allies, (because the Raiders didn't have allies), but the leadership change didn't mean the sisters were going to turn into murderous assholes... at least not overnight. They weren't supporting either side in this fight, but it did present a good opportunity to weigh up the opponents and try and figure out whether or not they might be worth raiding. Them and the rest of those that showed up to watch.

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THERE AINT NO REST FOR THE WICKED

Enyo’s gaze remained fixed, hard and cold as steel, on Genesis as he leaned in close to Epimethius. She did not blink, and her expression remained impeccably stoic, concealing the irritation simmering beneath. Family matters were never meant to be aired for spectators. With the clang of metal from her armored form faintly echoing, she leaned in just enough to make her presence unmistakable, her voice as sharp but low enough to avoid drawing attention.

"Η υπακοή στη σιωπή θα προκαλούσε λιγότερη σκηνή από το να σπαταλάτε την αναπνοή σας σε μια εξήγηση," she said, each word crisp and laced with quiet menace. Cold and calculating, her eyes flicked to Epimethius for the briefest moment, a reminder, not a challenge. She would not waste more on a pet. The Patriarch's challenge mattered now, and any bickering would only make them appear fractured. A vulnerability she could not abide by.

As her eyes scanned the gathered crowd, they fell upon Bellatrix. A flicker of recognition passed through her gaze as she saw the small wolf she had once aided with a trap. Enyo dipped her head in a subtle, acknowledging greeting, a gesture reserved for few. But her attention quickly shifted, sharpening as she noted who sat beside Bellatrix. Her eyes swooped over to the now familiar figure of the black and blue wolf, clinging to his little sword. She recognized the pack scent from the timid she-wolf she had met on the Bifrost. She couldn't help but notice he was always on the opposition side. The castle was it? How fragile it all seemed. Would they deny themselves the opportunity to gain a powerful ally out of fear? She would hope not. Were they all too scared to see the potential strength at their door? Or were they all blinded by cowardice that they'd rather risk making a dangerous enemy?

She watched as his eyes narrowed; his disdain was evident before it returned to her brother, and she felt a flicker of satisfaction at the bitterness across his features. He was a sight to behold, but his contemptuous glances, especially when directed at her kin, made this moment all the more enjoyable. Enyo’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. Her gaze had an amused, predatorial glint. A challenge lingering unspoken in the space between them. Let him glare. Let him simmer. She reveled in the thought of being the cause of his displeasure, of his obvious distaste for the Dunamis and Medusa. She tilted her head ever so slightly, acknowledging his attention with a subtle, almost mocking lift of her chin.

To be despised, feared, and watched so closely by enemies was a sign they were doing something right. Enyo drank it in, savoring every flicker of contempt across their faces.

Who needed steel when you had tooth and claw? Gold and blood? Strength and resilience? The Dunamis did not need weapons to prove their strength. It was in their pedigree, their lineage, and their blood.

Good, she thought to herself, a hint of her smile still lingering. Let him fume. It only proved that their presence and their intentions were impossible to ignore.

Enyo’s jaw clenched beneath her teeth caps, but her expression never wavered. There was a lot of tension on that side, but as far as she could tell, the Insomniacs and Dunamis were as cool as ever. Challenge was nothing new to them. It was not a novelty to be shocked or outraged when its face showed itself. There would be time to address old and new challenges soon enough. For now, she was here for Erebros.

UNTIL WE CLOSE OUR EYES FOR GOOD

"SPEECH"

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As Basilisk made that initial charge from 10 feet, his reindeer moved out from behind him and charged in at a slower ark around Erebos to his rear. Erebos dodged both the reindeer attack and Basilisks shoulder slam to his cheek. Instead, his heavy weight opponent turned the force of Basilisk’ charge into Erebos left trapezius. Leaving the start of a moderate bruise on Basilisk’s rolled shoulder with the impact. His teeth were aimed for Erebos’ left ear but instead grazed with just the left upper tip against Erebos’ rear end on his left gluteus medius muscle. The shift in direction happened before the balanced-build wolf could account for it.

As the two wolves remained together, Erebos’ then used that same left shoulder to pull down Basilisk's body and shove it against the Warlord's lower left rib cage, leaving a mild bruise. The momentum of Erebos’s attack was already lost.

Basilisk ensured his eyes were still narrowed, and he dug his claws into the earth beneath him. His tail was flared behind him, his hackles were still raised. His ears, which were still flattened against his skull, felt the bite of the raven's talons in the left upper tip. As he felt that contact he dropped his head down sharply, before raising it again in an attempt to slam the bird's body against Erebos’ left abdomen, just lateral to the umbilical region. If he was lucky, the force of his blow might both damage the bird unless it chose to abandon its attack, and drive the wind out of his opponent. Aware as he did so that the move might risk extra damage then just the small laceration to his ear. The attempted head bash left his head raised once more and his teeth reached out as he sought above the stifle of Erebos’s left back leg. Aiming for the fleshy part of his upper thigh, with the intention of enclosing his lower jaw around the medial surface, and the upper jaws upon the lateral surface. If his teeth landed, the firmness of the grip would threaten not just the critical structures that lay beneath, but would also make it more difficult for his opponent to flinch backwards from the point of his patella spurs.

Basilisk shifted his weight off his left back leg onto his right hind leg and raised his left hip, forcing Erebos to land his attack on Bas’s left upper gluteus medius instead of his intended target. Erebos’ attempt brought his opponent into a position that the Warlord attempted to benefit from. Basilisk kicked forward and up with the knee of his left hind leg. The sharp tip of his left back spur was aimed towards the right side of Erebos’s throat. On the jugular furrow, right beneath the mandible. Taking the hit of Erebos’s jaws in consequence of attempting the manoeuvre, and letting his opponent dig a severe laceration into his back in the hopes that the position of his spur would force the other wolf to release his jaws before Erebos’ could drag them down.

The Wyrm which until now had been still in her position behind Bas’ skull attempted to strike. Much like a snake, coiled and then in sudden motion, as she moved down Basilisk’s back and towards Erebos’s face. Attempting to sink her fangs into Erebos’s left eye. Her upper fangs aimed for the wolf's upper eyelids, while her bottom attempted to sink into the eye itself. Aiming to blind her opponent in his left eye if she was able.

Meanwhile, joining her master and the Wyrm in their simultaneous attacks, Basilisk’s Falcon swooped down low. Letting out a battle cry as she dived, attempting to graze across Erebos’s lower lumbar spine with both her talons. Attempting to cut flesh and move on instead of sinking in and grabbing hold.


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

"Basilisk Fatalis"

they approach on silent feet, something hot and angry beating against their chest in earth-shaking tremors, shaking the very ground on which they stand. they’re furious, but it’s a quiet kind of fury, the clap of thunder in the distance, the darkening horizon of an approaching rainstorm. Spider’s pink gaze settles on that male, a man made of monochrome and audacity, and feels fury rattle through their teeth, their bones, their brain. that someone would dare try to take Bas’ kingdom from him…try to take Spider’s home, the pup’shome, away - it’s enough to make them sick. of course, it’s then that their eyes catch on Hazel, and something - Spider sucks in a breath, eyes slamming shut, a litany of left me, left me, left me playing on merciless repeat in their brain, carving itself into their heartbeat until they can scarcely breathe around the agony. how long has she been back? why hadn’t she called them? what - what -

it’s too much, and Spider is burning, and it’s all they can do to keep watching the fight and trying to convince themselves not to self-destruct right here in front of all these people.

"Araneae Fatalis"

As Envoy of the Hallows, it was her duty to appear at various gatherings. This one was important. As family, ally (well, she wasn't so sure about that anymore), and friend, the Armada was important not only the Hallows, but her parents as well. While news spread of other challenges happening as well, this one had gathered attention.

Sticking close to her father and sister, with one eye on the young Titus, Bramble begins to feel her nerves build. There were really a lot of wolves here, but as she glanced around, she took notice that not very many of the Armada had cared to show. Did they not want to support their Warlord? Her brow knits together as Artorias takes a seat, venomous glare right at Medusa, while he murmurs to stay vigilant. No words leave her lips, but she does offer him a firm nod of understanding. Taking a seat, she watches Basilisk and his challenger meet in the middle, blood already flying.

Bramble Carpathius

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