Scream 'til there's silence The massive male padded out into the barren wastes of what he could only assume was a battlefield. A grounds for fighting and finding comradery among others like himself. Head was level with his spine as bear paws stirred up dust with every step. He was well aware Bishop might follow him here, it was in her nature to discover everything, but he was itching for something familiar, something more than he could find without a stranger's help. A battle hardened past kept the soldier always ready to leap into a fray, and if bishop was involved anyone could expect him to burst i ready to slaughter those around. He already had, not that she knew. Murderer, a title he wore well. Stopping once he found a good spot to fight he settled his defenses and rolled his dense boned shoulders and tossed a rasped out but still powerful in its own right howl for an opponent to spar him. Walk, "Talk", Think Scream while there's life left

Ardyn Adravendi

He hadn’t been here in a long time; perhaps not since that farce of a challenge for Valhalla; one he’d essentially won without a fight as the challenger backed down and rescinded. It was, at least, the most memorable trip to this place he’d had, aside from meeting Tel for the first time. It was time he brush up on his skills. He hadn’t been idle in his and Tel’s journeys, sparring often, but familiarity could breed holes in ones training, so, like his Fiancé, Ardyn made his way to the Field, Lyr drifting lazily on the breeze above him, Lunira and Sädir padding behind him. Sädir had grown out of his kitten-like bounciness and settled into a self-assured mountain lion, much to Lunira’s relief. Ardyn ranged for a good while before he spotted movement in the distance, followed not long after by a raspy call for a spar. Ardyn answered with a smoother song, informing the other that he was interested and would be there shortly. As he went, he stretched, each leg quivering pleasantly to its fullest extent for a step before he shook himself out, armor creaking softly, pouches thumping his sides. He’d had yet to re-braid the beads and feathers and bells into his mane and tail hair after his hunt, so they fell loose and rippling on the breeze, flickering with flame. Soon enough, the caller came into sight and Ardyn regarded him with interest, though the examination lasted little more than a few heartbeats. Matched in height with himself, but perhaps a bit heavier of build; well suited to taking hits and packing a punch. Judging by the scars, this fellow was no stranger to battle. The short tail caught Ardyn’s eye for a beat, though he didn’t linger on it for more than a glance. What really drew his interest was the male’s paws. Long toes, like his own, though with a shape that was quite reminiscent to a bear’s paws. His own long digits flexed slightly, claws slipping from their sheathes and back in. Ardyn dipped his muzzle in a courteous, faintly smiling nod, his frame shifting smoothly and swiftly into a balanced stance, light on his toes and chin tucking to guard his throat as his head settled to rest level with his shoulders, tail flicking out behind him, ready to offer balance. Lyr circled above, glowing plumage fluttering, and the two large cats took positions at Ardyn’s flanks, ears pricked and waiting as Ardyn asked, “One on one, or do you mind if they join in? I’m good either way.” _____________________________________________________________________ Ardyn vs Zosime for Spar Round 0/3? Age: Over 1 Year Size: Dire wolf Build: Balanced Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed bracers Defensive Battle Accessory: Bullhide armor Companion 1: Raven, Male - Flying Companion 2: Snow leopard, Female - Battle *Companion 3: Mountain Lion, Male - Battle Mutation 1: Saber teeth - Offensive Mutation 2: Retractable claws - Offensive Mutation 3: Dexterous paws - Offensive Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter Specialty: Bloodletter _____________________________________________________________________ Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ----  "Hear" ---- Think