With this first birthday on the horizon, Dracun knew more than anyone that he needed to become prepared. Get stronger or get kicked out of the Syndicate until he was strong enough. And how strong was that exactly? he didn't know, but there was no harm in making sure he was ready... either for life as a loner or growing into an adult with the Syndicate.

So he found himself at the battlefield today, eager to put what he had learned to the test and see if he could learn anything else. The sun was hanging low on the horizon, threatening to be dark soon, but there was still just enough light left to not lose any visibility.

Speech ─ Think

─ by Skelle !

Davey knows he's enough. More than enough, he's been chosen by Abraxas, brought here by some cosmic force. Immaculate conception, so he can deceive whoever and whenever and whatever he wants. It's all a good play, and all a brilliant trick. Is Davey much more than a trick of the light? Who's to say.

Wearing the red oncoming dusk around his shoulders and chaos like a crown, the boy swings his axe as he arrives on the battlefield. Gaze gleaming as he fixates on the boy, closing the gap with long strides and a grin playing on his face. "You." Head going low, shoulders rolling forward. Taking the low, postured stance of his lineage. "You're going to fight me?" A question, a directive, something like that. Davey was simply ready and raring to go.

"speech"

Soon enough, some weird looking wolf showed up swinging an axe no less. Well that was a new one. How was he supposed to work around that? This was a risk he was almost willing to back away from, but how could he run away from a fight? Wouldn't that be proving that he wasn't worthy enough to be welcome to stay past his first birthday?

"Yes," he said adamantly as the other pup approached and closed the distance between them. The weird wolf was posturing low, keeping himself inline and agile. Dracun puffed his chest out, although the landing would be padded with thick fur it would be an abrupt stop none the less, and tucked his chin to protect his throat until the other child was close enough that he could lunge for their scruff just behind their crown.

Dracun vs Davey for Spar
Round 1/?
Age: under 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Creepy Contacts - Perception
Mutation 1: Thick scruff - Defensive
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual


Speech ─ Think

─ by Skelle !

Positively electric as he comes to life, the boy is already enjoying himself. Keeping low to the ground, shoulders bowed forward, quills on end. A deeply menacing look in his eye as he picks up speed toward the boy, eager to meet him instead of stand still. Once the boy was within range, Davey hit the spring on his axe, the flail becoming apparent only then. With a jerk and a slash, he strikes with it. Brutal, unnecessarily so for a child of his age. But that's the fun in it, right?

Though he takes the hit to his scruff, Davey trusts the porcupine quills that cover the area. Maybe too much, as he flexes and wrenches free, an attempt to stab the boy on his way out. The boy keeps low, remains nimble, unblinking gaze fixed on his opponent as he tries to read what would come next.

"speech"

Davey vs Dracun for spar
Round 1/2
Age: under 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: spring loaded axe flail
Companion 1: Atlantic puffin, female - perception
Mutation 1: Neck quills - Defensive
Mutation 2: Mushroom paws - Perception
Skills: Expert Fighter & Expert Navigator