After scenting along the shoreline long enough he concluded that the majority of Judila that had survived his takeover was residing on the island. He looked back at the rotund form of Lailah and looked back at the waves. She wouldn't make the swim. He needed her to make the swim.

Thankfully the flotsam along the shoreline might be the answer. A large metal piece of siding, perhaps a part of a ship's hull, was rocking against the shoreline. It was light and the perfect size for Lailah to crouch in to be ferried across. He found a length of frayed rope and easily tied it to a jagged, but not sharp, protrusion on the makeshift boat.

"In you get... Lailah." He enjoyed saying her name, the way it tasted on his tongue. The way she would always look at him and wag that little half-tail of hers. He looked at Ganymeded with a nod, "You and I are both swimming. Got some fins?" He teased with a smirk. He tossed a rope to Gany just in case he couldn't and Ultyr could haul them both across.

He hauled ass to the shoreline of the island, dripping and sopping wet as he pulled himself up onto the sandy shore. His nose was raw from breathing hard and holding the rope while he swam. He pulled the rope to haul the makeshift boat onto the sand before collapsing and panting hard. His eyes shut against the bright spring sun. His stomach hurt.

She'd become rotund, not because she'd been eating well, but because of the pregnancy. She felt like she was ten sizes too big in her belly. Either it was a massive litter or she had a few massive pups that had grown within her. She was due any day now, but still they hadn't found a place for her to stay to whelp. Her ears had been pressed all day. Worry was on her face, worry that Ultyr wouldn't let her find a place she could lay low for some weeks. She really just wanted to find a place and get a bunch of fluffy pelts to lay amongst.

She was sure that Ganymede had snarky words for Ultyr as they trounced along the shoreline, but she was drowning out conversations for the most part as she thought. She had to wonder how these Morningstars would react to her. If they would expect her to know them. Would Ganymede stop them from hurting Ultyr? She understood some might think Ultyr the bad guy, but he wasn't. Or at least not in her opinion. Would they hate her because she loved Ultyr and carried his children?

A glance up at Ultyr as he searched the shoreline. Would he care for his children? Or try to sell them into slavery? Would he throw her away as soon as they made it where they were going? Would his lover be there? Would his lover kill her? If so she hoped for a swift fast death. Though a look to Ganymede and she gave a small sad smile. He would likely be done with them as soon as they made it. Would he ever be her friend? She knew she was different then they remembered, but would he still hang around her?

She doubted he would. She wasn't worth it. She was useless other than being a vessel to carry children at this point. She'd lost everything and had since finding it clung onto the book like it was a lifeline. It was her only way to communicate her mind and to make it known she had a brain in all this. Her thoughts were broken by Ultyr's voice. "In you get... Lailah." A look to what he had found and then him. Didn't he expect her to swim? She knew she wasn't a strong swimmer due to her size but she still was used to swimming. The fact Ganymede put his pelt on the ship scrap, and they both expected her to get on it made her blink. She was a slave, shouldn't they cart Ultyr or Ganymede on it since they were the royalty? Her name had brought the wag to her tail but she had confusion on her face. Still she wasn't going to not when Ultyr had told her to. She climbed aboard it and did her best to stay balanced on it. "You and I are both swimming. Got some fins?" She hoped Ganymede wasn't about to piss Ultyr off. She kind of relied on him not being pissed off right now.

Once they made land she was quick to climb off. Her ears pressed as Ultyr flopped. Dainty paws moved and she waddled to be next to him. Worry on her face for the brute of a man. Her eye went to Ganymede briefly before she semiflopped and laid where she would be against his neck. Her tongue came out in a featherlight kiss to Ultyr's brow as her thanks to him for not making her swim. Her eye then moving to Ganymede and she nodded her thanks while they caught there breath.

The island before them was lush, greenery everywhere. There were buildings as well. Massive buildings at that. She felt like an ant among them. The buildings even dwarfed Ultyr, a feat she thought would never be accomplished. Her eye took in the sandy beach as well. It seemed to be the closest to the main shoreline. This was definitely a defensible island. The Judilian remnants seemed to know how to pick a place. The froth of the ocean behind her was a welcome shushing sound as well. The sound of seagulls overhead were nice as well. And was that a seal in the ocean? She sat up and placed a paw on Ultyr's snout briefly before smiling and pointing to the small cute thing as it watched them.

A wag to her tail as her ears also caught the tweets of the bird that had seemed to start following her when the boys had went on their hunting expedition. It was a small chickadee and it took the moment to land on her bag with a huffing from its flight. Its voice sang quietly to them. A smile at the thing as it took the chance to show itself to her companions. She had no name for the bird yet but its song was sweet. While she hated music, she didn't hate this at least.

"Hear"

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The smell of family had Ganymede pacing up and down the shoreline, nose to the ground though not close enough to snort up the sand underfoot accidentally. His ears pressed forward enough as he watched the far shore with bright lilac eyes, he was so close to home and his siblings that his heart almost ached. He had missed them, would they recognize him? Or had he changed so much that they wouldn't accept him...It took shaking his head hard to dispel those thoughts. The daunting swim ahead meant he couldn't dwell on thinking like that.

Instead he settled close to Lailah while Ultyr seemed intent on finding something in the washed-up scraps and leftovers on the beach, though he couldn't be fussed to figure out what it was. If Ultyr wanted to go picking through it then that was his right. Instead, Ganymede focused on checking over Lai, making sure this wouldn't be a stressful swim would be hard. She was due in a few days and over-exertion could cause her to go into labor sooner if they weren't careful. It was when Ultyr came back with something for her to be ferried across with that Ganymede perked up, standing to toss his pelt onto the piece with a hum.

"There, can't have you sliding all over and ending up in the water. You might sink." He joked lightly as he stretched her legs in preparation for the crossing, working his shoulders some too. ""You and I are both swimming. Got some fins?" The teasing had him snorting and checking Ultyr’s thigh with his hip as he walked past to the edge of the water proper. "More then you do, old man. Make sure all that muscle doesn't make you sink." He jabbed back.

The pace was brutal, and exhausting, fighting against the currents that eddied around the island. He almost thought they weren't making any progress in getting closer at times, till he noticed the distant rise of massive structures and buildings growing. And then his feet touched the sand. Ganymede hauled himself out of the water, sides panting and heaving, legs trembling a little from over-exertion. Once he was clear of the rolling tide and sure he wasn't still where it could touch him, he collapsed. Laying on his side like a fallen corpse and panting to catch his breath. His own need to check on the others had him craning his head backward while still not picking it up to look at Ultyr and Lailah.

It was the sight of the little chickadee joining him that had him snorting, a small smile curving his lips, though his eyes did dart to the shadow of the gulls overhead with their raucous noises. "If that's your bird, little bird, I'd keep an eye on it. Seagulls might decide its a lovely dinner and a song." He warned gently, wanting her to take care to keep an eye on it. His own eyes falling shut, head still tilted back, as he rested.

"speech"

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From the view in the room she shared with Azriel, Atreyu could see most of the island. She was scanning the beaches when she saw the distant shape of three wolves coming ashore, one of them on a makeshift raft being carried across the channel that ran between the isle and mainland. From her vantage point she couldn't make out the details of the three, even when she strained her eyes to do so. Her brow furrowed and she looked to Bigs before hopping off of the bed and making her way down to the ground level of the building they resided in. Taking the stairs two at a time, Atreyu moved like pink lightning out of the building and toward the strangers on the beach.

When she got close enough to see them, she was surprised to recognize them. The familiar forms of Gany and Lailah a welcome sight to see, though the one brought flashes of excruciating memory to the forefront of her mind. As she drew closer, her hackles raised slightly in defense, her muscles tensing automatically out of reflex. She shook herself to ease it, hoping that he was not what he seemed to be, then approached with caution. She wanted to rush to her brother, but the sight of the dark brown male brought such painful memories that Atreyu was full of suspicion of him. It wasn't until she was close enough to make out the actual details of their faces that Atreyu stopped dead in her tracks and looked between the three of them.

Her hackles raised fully when she finally recognized why the male brought up those painful memories, he was part of it! The wolf that stood on her beach was none other than the demon prince himself, and a deep set rage boiled in her veins. Lashing her tail, Atreyu approaches the trio with a rumbling growl in her throat. The need to get his throat between her teeth was almost overwhelming, and she stopped several feet away from them, tempering her rage with the joy at seeing her brother and Lailah. Her eyes flitted briefly over to Gany and the swollen form of Lailah, her hard glare softening just slightly before she returned those holographic eyes to the demon prince. "You have three seconds to get right with your gods, demon. Assuming you have any." She would let him have his final prayers, if he had any. It was an odd feeling to be both enraged and overjoyed, she wanted to jump and hoot that her brother and pack mate had survived the genocide. The demon prince's presence brought on something she could not ignore, she wanted his blood on her teeth with a fierce passion. She would let him make his peace with his gods first, it was the only kindness she would be inclined to afford him in this moment.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'

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He wasn't happy being disturbed but he was curious as to what had his sister Atreyu, on edge like she was. It wasn't healthy, it couldn't be. But it was a way of life. So as she left, so did Vayne, the earthen toned masculine moved carefully, his steps deliberate. Light azure pools scanning the area around them. Two strangers, one was his brother another he kind of recongized and then another was completely unknown to him.

He moved up to Atreyu, his tail laying behind his frame as sure he didn't tower over them, but he sure as hell was nothing but muscle under the lovely coat of silvery greys, black and browns and some burnt oranges. His eyes never leaving the other male who was earthen toned. Eyes scan over Gany, hearing the growl flow from his sister meant that she had known who this brute was. But for now he stayed quiet.

CODE BY SIN

find a reason to smile everyday

The growls weren't unheard, the angered voice from Atreyu wasn't unnoticed either as it echoed out threw the island. Eye's turn to Oath as placing a nuzzle and a playful nip to his ear, then kisses. As she turned towards the entrance to the room they had taken up for them and them only. It was a room close to Azriel and Atreyu, so she wasn't too far away.

Fairytale's coat shimmered as she shook the sleep from the night before. Still not feeling the best, she was always on the move, never staying behind to witness something. As she came up towards the group, rose pink eyes scan each and every wolf there. One was painted like Atreyu and the family. While another was grey with scars upon her facial features. Then the largest of them.

A large dire wolf, mudded of browns all shades with scars that marked his own facial features. Wondering what her friend was so angered about. Fairytale allowed her own voice to chime in. "Vayne? Why's Atreyu acting like this?" Fairytale felt like she needed to know, or was it more of a want to know. That would soon unfold..

"speech" | thinks

Before the swim, he noticed little Lailah's surprise at his makeshift raft for her. He nodded to Ganymede as he placed the fur there so the girl would be more comfortable. Ult was surprised at how much he liked seeing that tender look of confusion in her eyes, a soft surprise that yes... he was thinking of her.

After the boy's hip check, he aimed a soft snap of his teeth in Gany's direction, hoping to catch a few strands of that stormshine fur. A smile on the brute's face. He liked the easy teasing, they weren't biting or cold, and they felt natural and casual.

As he flopped into the sand, the tiny granules clung to his wet fur, he felt the small but round form of Lailah next to him. He sighed as he felt her gentle caress over his brow. He wrapped his exhausted deep brown leg around her in a cradle, holding her a touch closer to him. He never wanted to let her go.

Ultyr lifted a heavy eyelid as his breathing finally settled into a slow and comfortable pace. He heard Gany talk about a little bird for Lailah. He peered through his lashes at the gulls overhead and lifted his head off the sand. Spying the little songbird on her pack.

A quickly approaching rumbling growl distracts him from the bird as the object of all these endeavors makes her appearance. Unrushed, and suave he lifts himself from the sand and stands over Lailah, his paws all around her. A habit he had started on the mainland. He expected this reaction. He paid little mind to the others that started to gather. It seemed the princess had gathered a following of her own...

"Atreyu. We have found you at last." He rumbles in an easy tone, "If you might recall, I am the only god I know." He steps back and reveals Lailah in full view of her condition. "She needs assistance. We believe she is days away from delivering... h...our... pups." He said simply. Barely catching himself with what to call his progeny. He didn't think she would launch at him with Lailah in the middle of them, obviously gravid and needing a bed. How would they react to his ownership of her? If he remembered they abhorred slaves. He wouldn't let her out of his sight just yet.

He glanced at Ganymede, "I've never injured either of them," Gany knew the whole truth, would he support him in the face of Gany's siblings?

"speech"

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Alaric was coping the island with his cane corsos when he heard the nearby commotion. He smelled new arrivals, heard Atreyu's snarl, and other voices. His pace quickened, as did his dogs, until the trio of beasts were arriving by the minute. "What is going on here?" He asked Atreyu as he wiggled himself into the fold of wolves. There before them was three new wolves, all he did not recognize. A female and two males. Yet Atreyu did not seem happy. The brown wolf spoke, of knowing no God but himself. Alaric loudly snorted, his gaze focused on the wolf. "God, you?" His voice held a mix of disgust and disbelief. Who was this male to say he was a god? There weren't any gods in Alaric's eyes and even if there were, he seriously doubted it would be this male. "And here I thought a god would be more impressive. How disappointing." He spat, his orange gaze locking with the male. Clearly Atreyu was upset at someone and if he had to bet, this male was the one she was upset at. His eyes shifted to the woman he exposed, her belly round with pups. Alaric stayed quite, he knew what Atreyu would do. Welcome the woman in, of course, since she clearly had pups within her belly. Alaric knew she had a soft spot for those things. But what about the two males? He remained quiet and waited for Atreyu to speak and explain what was going on.

The demi god was more than aware of Atreyu leaving their quarters, his form followed after from where he had been lounging on their bed. His pace was casual but the way her face had furrowed and she had taken off had his quills standing on end. His eyes were narrowed as he followed Bigs and Atreyu through their current island home. He had seen the figures she had but he had an air of sureness as he moved. Whoever decided to invade their paradise would easily be dealt with.

His form stopped short in the underbrush as his eyes landed on the form of a large earthen male. He had scars now but it was unmistakable. The same form had clashed with him on the battlefield the day of the tragedy. The forms of Ganymede and the farmgirl had his hackles raised. He had never taken interest in the girl, and Gany had been a wallflower but still under his protection. His eyes narrowed the way that as Atryeu growled at him, the demon decided to cling and place a obviously pregnant female between him and her. HOW DARE HE! He needed to get to his side. The demigod listened as he claimed himself a god, no gods didn't bleed, he had no physical gifts, that demon was a false god. He worked carefully to be on the side Gany didn't occupy, that was unprotected from him.

Azriel let his form be seen finally, his head level with his spine, quills and elongated fangs on full display. He moved witha lashing tail and narrowed eyes. The man would get no chances from the demigod. A feral snarl working from his throat, the only warning for the demon. Death would be too kind for this creature. He'd counted the seconds from the moment the words left Atreyu's mouth, and while she wouldn't have an angle Az would. The beast had the gall to even speak Atreyu's name. He was beyond seeing red now. The earthen demon had no daddy to save him from Azriel this time. His Chihuahua moved from the brush to stand with Bigs her form tremoring but not from the cold.

He burst forth and aimed to slam his shoulder and quills into Ultyr's own shoulder and neck, attempting to turn the beast away from Atreyu and force him away from the form of Lailah. Protection and a chance for his own revenge in mind. His jaws sought to clamp onto the flesh just behind Ultyr's cheek and of his cheek, canines aimed to more than pierce the flesh of his opponent. He sought permanent damage, scars for the demon to see his own mortality and the fact that Azriel would now hold his life in his paws. He had danced this dance before but this time his bulk was in full bloom, testosterone danced in his being and had made the fit teen the other had probably thought his father to of killed into a hulking monstrosity of a demigod. His back legs were firmly planted as he aimed his shoulder for the man and with the same slam aimed to push the man to turn. Azriel doubted any would try to stop him. They would take Lailah and Ganymede off his paws and then force the demon to be chained in their midst if he had any say in it.

"Atreyu" || "Azriel"

code by bird, art by asena

Azriel vs Ultyr for Maim(cheek scaring)
Round 1/x
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Quills - Defensive
Mutation 2: Elongated canines - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Intellectual

As Ultyr wrapped a paw around her and held her closer her tail started to wag against his side and a smile planted itself on her lips. "If that's your bird, little bird, I'd keep an eye on it. Seagulls might decide its a lovely dinner and a song." A look at Ganymede and she nodded, taking the advice like it was an order. It wasn't really her bird but she supposed it probably would be seen that way. She wasn't going to hold the creature hostage by any means, but she would enjoy it's presence all the same.

Then there was another approaching and Ultyr was rising, putting her between his front legs and she dropped her smile and leaned somewhat against his leg, her paw coming to wrap around his leg she leaned against. Ears pinned as she looked between the three of them. A look at Ganymede, questioning. Was she supposed to know this wolf who was now snarling at Ultyr? Her hips lifted as the words left the other's mouth and more filed in. "You have three seconds to get right with your gods, demon. Assuming you have any." Her little rotund form placing herself between the pink angry lady and Ultyr with raised spinal fur and a glare. She may not be a fighter but that wasn't any way to treat him, and she would do her best to deter the other woman. She leaned against both of Ultyr's legs keeping herself between them. Then more were coming out of the woodworks. Another earthen male and then a pale albino female. Her ears fell to the sides. This was a lot of wolves for just the two of them.

"Vayne? Why's Atreyu acting like this?" Atreyu, Vayne, she had names to two of the faces now. Her stance didn't exude the confidence Ultyr's did. Her tail kissed her stomach. "What is going on here?" The words from the albino were confused, just as much as she was for the immediate call to harm Ultyr. The white and black as he came into the fold's words holding the same curiosity and perhaps confusion. "Atreyu. We have found you at last." Ultyr's voice had a easy way about it, but the tension in the air was palpable. She could taste it. "If you might recall, I am the only god I know." He wasn't too wrong, she had no beliefs in gods still but he did, and he wouldn't see others. Her own had abandoned her, but if gods did exist, perhaps he was the closest she would get to one. "God, you?" Her eye went to the other who scoffed at the belief of another a small scrunch of her mouth in distaste. "And here I thought a god would be more impressive. How disappointing." How rude. Her face relaxed after only a brief moment though. She wasn't going to win any battles thrown at her, and she knew sugar over vinegar was a better way of winning others over.

"She needs assistance. We believe she is days away from delivering... h...our... pups." A breath, she leaned her shoulder into him as much as possible. She hoped to hope that Ultyr didn't plan on leaving her with these wolves while he went looking more. They seemed savage and she wasn't one to enjoy violence. Not even if it were just a coliseum battle for riches and glory. A look to Ganymede as the next words left Ultyr's mouth, she would rather he lie this time. These savages smelled familiar but if this was how they treated someone just for being a conqueror's son then she wasn't here for it. Best not to give them more reason to attack. "I've never injured either of them,"

Then to the other side cam a snarl and she jumped as there was an explosion. Her form moving as quickly as possible, eyes wide. Her form only making it a few steps away, closer to Ganymede before instinct to submit took over, half tail curling as much as possible to her belly and round form flopping to her side, away from the likely collision of bodies and snarls and spittle. Ears pressed and throat exposing to both. Placation over fighting. Ultyr would understand, hopefully. The fight had left her seasons ago, left on that chain somewhere in Archnemes. Wide eyes squeezed shut and ears pressed back and she tried to keep from angering anyone else.

"Hear"

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"You have three seconds to get right with your gods, demon. Assuming you have any." Exhaustion had made him miss the approach but the voice that rang out, clear as a bell, had him jolting to sit up with bright eyes. Before the words dawned on him. Atreyu, someone who hadn't gotten to see the vague changes that Ultyr had been going through, only saw the same monster he had in the beginning. It was the arrival of the others that had him heaving himself to his feet, eyes flickering to Vayne in a panic before back to Atreyu when a pale unknown woman approached as well. At least he knew they were all here, and then some. "Vayne? Why's Atreyu acting like this?" And this one didn't know their history very well.

"If you might recall, I am the only god I know." A sharp hiss of air between his teeth, head turning to reprimand Ultyr with furrowed brows for saying something that wouldn't garner him any favors with Atreyu. If he was honest he could care less for the new faces he didn't recognize, he felt like they wouldn't hold much weight here in these decisions. Not like his siblings would…not like- Where was Azriel. He hadn't arrived with Atreyu and it made his fur stand on end to not be able to spot the quilled man in the sea of faces, it was dangerous to not be able to find him. "I've never injured either of them." Oh Ultyr…he would support him, try to help him carve a niche here but not built on a complete lie, a half lie might be easier though.

"We fought when he found me, I wasn't in my right mind after seasons of being held as a slave. I wasn't hurt by it, more a spar than anything else, and he doesn't hold me as a slave, he freely offered for me to travel with them." His words are chosen carefully and weighted to try and hold sway with a family he hadn't seen in so long.

And then, he found Azriel in the worst possible way. With Lailah still close to Ultyr as the massive brute lunged from his hiding spot, intent on revenge he was sure. But all Ganymede saw was a possible casualty in the form of little pregnant Lailah who tried to run towards him before she dropped. Trauma and fear were a demanding beast. He wouldn't let her get hurt though, and Atreyu would be lucky if Ganymede didn't rip Azriel’s balls off after this. Teeth bared, a snarl pulling up from his chest, he moved quickly to close the distance and grab Lailah by the scruff. Apologies would be given later for this as he hauled her away from the two fighting monoliths, as quickly as he could. He was bigger than her, sure, but he lacked the bulk that would make her effortless to carry. Setting her down and standing over her cowering form once he deemed them a safe distance away. His head snapped to stare at his sister, at Vayne as well.

"So we’re no different than the monster who took our home now? We don't use words to sort out problems before we rush to outright murder the father of her children in front of a pregnant woman. What would you do if this stress forced her to miscarry this late in term, or have the puppies here on the beach?" Foot, meet mouth. His anger caused his temper and lack of thought when it came to these situations to rear its ugly head, legs stiff and head lowered as the fur along his spine rose to stand on end.

"speech"

"other’s speech"

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Atreyu’s holographic gaze was icy as she stared at the demon prince, though she did note the appearance of Vayne and Fairytale. No doubt they were here because of the commotion, her ears flicked in a silent acknowledgement of their presence. Ultyr had her full attention for now, black ears tipping forward as his rumbling voice spoke her name. His next words prickled at a bit of a tender spot, it figured that a wolf as wicked as the demon prince would worship himself as a god. Stepping back, the earthen heathen reveals a very pregnant Lailah, making Atreyu’s eyes go wide enough to see the black of her sclera. This monster of a wolf bred with tiny Lailah? She would indeed need help if the pups were too big for her to deliver, her life was in danger and they both had to know it. Our pups…you monster… She thought to herself, looking the dark chocolate male up and down, then letting her silver-to-lavender eyes go to Gany as Ultyr claimed to never hurt either of them.

She noted the appearance of Alaric, hearing his wit. In any other situation, he would have earned a smirk, but the rage was far too strong. Ganymede spoke up then, his words not truly a comfort, but she understood his point. She was about to respond to them, but then the long-haired chihuahua that Azriel had befriended came to sit beside Bigs. It was the only warning she needed to let her know that the dark demi-god was on his way, the chihuahua’s arrival coming only seconds before her betrothed burst from the underbrush and attempted to plow right into the earthen demon who thought he was a god. On his charge in, she saw Lailah moving away, but then she fawned and fell to the ground in submission. Atreyu knew that was the reaction of a wolf who had seen only violence in the passed seasons, and a pang of guilt hit her gut. Before she knew it, Ganymede tried to pull Lailah out of the way of the clashing titans, but he seemed to be struggling with her.

Before she knew it, her paws were moving and she was putting herself between the fight and her brother and pack mate. She checked over them both to make certain they weren’t injured. Her giant form half hovered over the pair and half in front of them, shielding them from harm as she turned to watch Azriel teach the demon a lesson. Ganymede spoke again, his words striking her like a bold slap in the face, tempering her rage at the heathen prince. Shit. He was right, but her brother’s words were a bit too late. "You would defend him?" She weighed his words carefully, then turned back to view the violence before her knowing it was too late to stop Azriel now. Looking back to Gany, then down to the scarred, very pregnant form of Lailah in question. She was asking the both of them if they would vouch for this demon, though he may come out of the fight with a scar or two added on his face. It couldn’t be helped now. "You know I can’t stop him, but I will try." she referred to Azriel, watching the scene before her and shaking her head with a sigh. Ganymede was right, if this was allowed to continue, they would be no worse than the very monsters they abhorred.

"Azriel, stop, wait!" She shouted to him, trying to find an opening to stop the males from fighting. Knowing full well that Azriel wouldn’t hear her over the roar of adrenaline and snarls, Atreyu tried again and again to halt the attack on Ultyr, not believing that she would be defending a demon against her betrothed. "I want to hear him out. Stop!" She would keep trying, and if she absolutely had to, she would place herself between the battling giants. Looking over to Gany and Lailah, Atreyu doubled her efforts, though she growled under her breath about it.

OOC: Sorry if I missed anything, I tried to cover it all XD
"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'

code by bird, art by alo

- Edited to add Black Cats foot-

Ultyr glanced at Ganymede as he said his piece. His hackles beginning to smooth out. Ultyr bowed his head in agreement with Ganymede's words. But as his eyes closed, mid nod he was knocked aside. Away from Lailah! The wind rushed away from his lungs as a searing pain from several points poked his skin along his neck and shoulder.

With a snarl, he spun his hips away and ducked his head before the onslaught on his cheek landed. Black and gold fur with deadly spines filled his vision! Azriel! He lived! Finally! An opponent his size! The God-Prince met the demi-god as they were always fated to! Ultyr attempted to ram his head into the chest of the other brute! At the same time, Ultyr reached out his left foreleg aiming to rake his claws under Azriel's right leg and twist it up to throw the man off balance!

"They called you half god! No! Do not interfere!" He called out mid-reach.

Ultyr vs Azriel for Maim
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Skills: Novice Fighter & Expert Hunter
Item: Black Cats foot

It's not sin As bodies collided and Ultyr was knocked in the way he intended a vicious snarl rose from his throat. It spoke of violence, of hatred and of full intent to make the man he had charged bow and beg before him. Ears pressed and lips wrinkled as teeth and gums exposed to the earthen giant. A head shoved into his chest and Azriel lunged, jaws aiming to close on the cheek he had missed previous, his eyes narrowed dangerously. He sought to rip and tear the flesh there, give Ultyr a good sized scar. Something to remind him that he was not welcome, that he was less powerful than any part of Judila. Claws, dull and uncapped with their previous weapons, raked up his leg and he shifted. A nuisance more than anything. Raised skin the result. Legs spread to keep his balance and quills stood fully erected. The man sought to speak but Azriel had no words. Tail lifted high over his spine in dominance and the fur along his spine stood on end. The form of Lailah had been removed and he was left with a full dance floor to paint red with Ultyr's blood. Legs lifted and he sought a grip around the earthen males throat and neck closed to the shoulders so he had better control of the other. While simultaneously aiming to push forward and make the man crumple under him. He would have the other begging, if he had his way, for his life and his face to be released from a shredding hold. Atreyu and Ganymede fell on deaf ears. Or rather not deaf ears but ears that decided protecting them and making the man before him release them was the better option. Testosterone flooded his system and he was a beast to his desire to protect and keep the monsters in the dark where they belonged. Walk, "Talk", Think or a murder for carnal disgrace

_{Art by Asena; lines by Bio-Zev}

Azriel vs Ultyr for Maim(cheek scaring)
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Mutation 1: Quills - Defensive
Mutation 2: Elongated canines - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Intellectual

The snarl filled Ultyr's ears and returned it in kind with a harsh growl of his own. Ultyr was not used to losing, but he had lost many of his powerful accouterments upon his exile. With his legs spread for balance, his eyes narrowed for protection and his ears slick against his skull he shoved his full weight into the dark brute's chest. His claws dug into the earth and his tail level with his spine for balance.

As Azriel lifted on his hind legs to grasp Ultyr's neck, Ultyr whipped his head back and up. He launched a full frontal face attack, attempting to clasp his teeth over the cheek of the other in turn!


Ultyr vs Azriel for Maim (cheek scar)
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Balanced
Skills: Novice Fighter & Expert Hunter