He was itching for a fight, and one that wasn't with a sibling or other syndicate member. He needed to learn how others fought if he wanted to be the strongest and the smartest. Of course Absinth and Aresenn had a lot to teach, there was nothing like real world experience and he was certain that they would agree with him. His birthday was coming up and soon he would be either indicted into the Syndicate officially or if he wasn't deemed ready, forced out until he could prove that he was. What if he could never prove himself, never return to his home with his family? He didn't like the thought of it, but it picked and pulled at him almost constantly.

Maybe getting out and seeing the world would be a good thing? It was only experience after all, and maybe he wouldn't be the only one. Would he want to tag along with his siblings though? They could just drag him down, or ride on his proverbial coattails. His siblings certainly hadn't seemed like slackers, especially not since Indica's death, but he didn't want anyone getting lazy while he did all the work. If he was going to do it all, why not just do it alone?

His thoughts wandered as he traveled to the battlefield, wasting no time upon arrival to call for a challenger.

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─ by Skelle !

A GREEK WHO REEKS OF FALSE RIGHTEOUSNESS,

Hades was angry, enraged, pissed off, whatever sort of feeling that accompanied fury had settled into his bones. Pulsating in his very being, all he could think about was blood. With his companions following him and his fathers keeping tabs on him, he made his way to the battlefield. His body was low to the ground as a scowl etched its way onto his face, his eyes glistening with something similar to hate.

Soon enough, he heard the call of an opponent. And with the summoning, he practically charged in their directions. Green and purple eyes landing on the red wolf that stood before him, for a brief moment, he thought of his brother, Redrum. The one who had started this, craving, for violence deep within him. But quickly enough, that recognition faded. His scowl growing into a snarl as he wasted no time in charging his opponent.

There would be no niceties from Hades today. If the bastard before him earned it by the end of their fight, maybe he would spare him his name. But right now, all Hades could think about was ripping into the flesh of the man before him. He did not care that his opponent was older, and already much taller than him, and he did not even contemplate that he may have more experience than him. He just didn't give a fuck.

He lowered his head, aiming to slam his helmet into his foe. Not enough force to have the horns pierce the flesh, and gore them, but enough to send them faltering backward if it landed. Then he was raising up on his back legs, aiming a swipe of his right leg. Hoping to shred into the chest of their opponent with the bear paws he was beginning to grow accustomed to.

Hades vs Dracun for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: under 6 months
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Metal teeth caps
Defensive Battle Accessory: Horned helmet
Companion 1: Black-winged Kite, Male - Perception
Companion 2: Gyrfalcon, Female - Perception
Mutation 1: Grizzly Paws - Offensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Beginner Navigator
Specialty:

THAT'S WHAT I HATE!

É R E B O S .

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Koa(his coopers hawk) kept a faithful eye on his child, hades. and it was Érebos' larger hawk(Osiris) that guided him here in perfect tow, secretly tagging along. his birds were inseparable, always knowing what the other was doing. a bonded pair albeit both males-, brothers. and today.. they brought the patriarch to barren mounds of the battlefield. a fight then? how fitting.

Érebos heard the rumors of his child seeking more aggressive experiences. both his first borns, hades & Androcles. he briefly wondered then what they'd become when they grew older-, as large as their father one day. but size didn't matter if you didn't think to win. with a relaxed Trot, the patriarch kept his eyes ahead as he followed his son's scent.

after some time, he heard a call for a challenge. a stranger with the stench of a pack he found to be distasteful: the syndicate. hackles rose as he picked up his pace until he came into view of the entire thing-, his eyes falling possessively over his son in the distance for a lingering moment before flickering onto the stranger who was surprisingly an older pup. and even in comparison to someone older, hades still appeared to be heavier, bulkier and dunamis. how apparent it was when so close to someone else's meaningless brood.

he trotted closer then until he was a few yards away but in hearing distance. coming to sit on a small elevated mound, the enormous patriarch finally sat on his haunches-, his thick blanket of muscles swiveling beneath his obsidian body as his inky nose flared. glacier and chocolate eyes looked ahead then with a harsh glare of judgement. his face stoic and unreadable- his demeanor nothing like it had been at home. outside of the family, Érebos was increasingly critical, impressive, harsh & even cruel. this side, hades did not know all too well. but the look on Érebos' face meant business. and he expected his child to win against the adversary today.

for a second, Érebos considered the aggravated state of hades. the way he moved, the way he began fighting. the child's burst of action making even the patriarch secretly impressed. so eager.. why? today, it was a tool in hades' success then. what better way then to add some more pressure? "Νίκησε, γιε μου. ή δεν μπορώ να υποσχεθώ ότι τα μαθήματα δεν περιμένουν όταν φτάσετε στο σπίτι(win, my son. or I cannot promise that lessons don't await when you arrive home)." he called out, a growl leaving his maw before then adding, "Κάνε με περήφανο(Make me proud)." because this was the only way for a dunamis to prove their worth; to prove that they deserved not being culled at their moment of birth. medusa's genes were expected to be dark- while his own had been powerful and ambitious time & time over. the embodiment of it all stood just before Érebos.

adrenaline then filled the beast that watched, studying his child and their mutations. taking note of it all as he showed to support and pressure his child.



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Made for Alo by Skelle !