OOC: I would like to try to remain in the 3 day limit if possible.

Ashmedai made his little trek to the lands. Cascade taught him to hunt, and his momma had been teaching him how to fight. Well, it was time for him to stand on his own four paws. He had to try it out for himself! He was tall, big, like his parents, though he lacked the girth of an adult. His gangly form paced around until he found the spot that felt right. Once it all clicked together, he let out a call for a spar. He made sure to emphasize spar, hoping no one would want trouble. His parents were just a call away if he needed them, but Ashmedai still felt a little nervous. In his head he went over the defenses his mom had told him. He practiced them over and over again at the den until they felt almost natural. She had told him how to try to combine attacks and movements to make his assault tougher. He hadn't been in a real fight yet, but he felt that his mom had prepared him better than a lot of parents had with their own pups. Not to mention he had watched his dad fight too. He replayed those instances in his head, wondering if he would get to try them in his own fight. Nervousness continued for the boy as he waited for an opponent.

OOC:  sounds good to me I need practice adhering to the standard default time.

LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME Trying to get home...   Inhaling deeply Lyndvarr mused over the scent of sweat and blood that lingered in land stretching out before him.  If there were a land that might tempt a viking to stroll  it's leagues in search of battle this was certainly it and the young man pondered if this was the land his mother and aunt Katja had journeyed to.  Their individual scents would be long gone but he trusted his sisters navigation.  If she said this was the way to Alacritis then it would be so.  Stretching the ice-eyed man set out for a morning stroll among the battlefields and perhaps an opponent open for an early morning exercise.  It wasn't long before he came upon another young male, young but quite large!  Well, well…. the other boy seemed a bit nervous and Lyndvarr offered a smile. "Hallo!  Du ønsker å slåss?"  Lyndvarr moved across from the other to leave a good ten feet or so between them before setting his defenses.  As he did it occured to him that the other wolf may not have realized that Lyndvarr asked him if he wanted to fight but hopefully Lynd's body language was clue enough that he was ready to go.  Lyndvarr gave a sharp nod.  He was ready whenever the youth was. Lyndvarr vs Ashmedai for Spar  (Rd. 0 of ?)

A male approached, older, but shorter than Ashmedai. Ash would give a quick smile back to the white and crimson opponent. When the other spoke, Ashmedai was lost. He seemed to want to fight, though Ash wasn't wholly sure that this male wanted a spar. How did he know if the male was going to try to claim him or not. Now that the boy thought about it, the other smelled completely like a loner, which meant if Ash got in any real trouble, he could just call the pack. It was a low blow, sure, but his intentions in his call had been clear, so he didn't feel to worried. As the other nodded, Ashmedai began to prepare himself for the fight.

Like his mother said, defenses were always first. He worked down his body, starting by lifting his lips, narrowing his eyes, and scrunching his face in order to protect his prettiest features from getting severely damaged. Then Ashmedai tucked his chin and ears and rolled his shoulders to deflect attacks from his sensitive ears and neck. His stance widened and his knees bent as he distributed his weight evenly across his paws as he dug his claws into the ground for agility and traction. Finally, his head and tail came into alignment with his spine, his hackles raising for added fluff and protection. That was all of them right? Ashmedai hoped so.

Ashmedai kicked off, aiming to close the gap between him and his opponent. Through his inexperience, he tried to follow his mother's fight design directly. His was just a spar, so he would have to be careful not to actually hurt the other wolf too bad. He sought to close the distance, then step to his right before beginning his attacks. He opened his jaws and attempted to get a grip on Lyndvarr's lower left cheek, understanding that, because the other wolf was smaller, he would have to duck down slightly. He aimed to twist his head to his right and tilt it up as he ducked so that his upper jaw would latch just below the left cheek bone while his bottom jaw would hopefully come up just beside the left part of Lyndvarr's jaw. Being bigger, Ashmedai would try to ram up and forward into the main part of his opponent's chest with his upper left shoulder. He didn't think he could lift the brute, but maybe he could pack enough force to bruise his opponent or maybe knock the breath out of him, though that was just Ashmedai being hopeful and not really understanding how fights worked.

His mother had said to try to attack with the paws too, but Ashmedai couldn't think of how to do that in this situation, so he simply didn't try anything else as he braced himself for his opponent's attacks.

Ashmedai vs. Lyndvarr for Spar 1/2

OOC:  sounds good to me I need practice adhering to the standard default time.

LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME Trying to get home...   Lynd watched the other male carefully, could see the gears turning in the boy's mind.  Oh to be that young again… it brought back memories of his own training.  As the boy set his defenses Lyndvarr set his as well.  Eyes narrowed and his ears pinned back as his brow wrinkled and jaws parted revealing his ivory daggers.  Claws dug into the earth as his toes splayed for more surface area, his legs moved equidistant apart, his weight spreading evenly among them as each one bent just slightly to lower his center of gravity.  Hackles laced down his back as his shoulders rolled forward and his neck scrunched back.  Lynd's chin tucked slightly as his tail and head moved to align with his spine.  Sapphire eyes watched the boy with curiosity, interested to see what the youth's first move would be.  Lyndvarr was not the type to hold back, he just hadn't been brought up that way.  However, he was learning that most of the wolves of Alacritis restrained themselves in training spars and Lynd sought to do the same… As the boy charged Lyndvarr did as well.  Lyndvarr aimed to close the distance between them and as Ash stepped to his own (Ash's) right, Lyndvarr sought to step a few times to his own right, eyes targeting the youth's back left leg.  As his position shifted the pair collided.  Due to his movement Ash's upper left shoulder would miss his chest and instead graze forcibly past the outside of Lyndvarr's upper left shoulder.  The two limbs grinding past each other with enough force to cause light bruising to Lyndvarr as he tried to push past the larger wolf, focus still intent on his target. The movement would also slightly displace Ash's fangs as the teeth would pierce through the flesh off his left cheek causing moderate lacerations but failing to gain hold.  Lyndvarr attempted to come in low as his head tilted to his own right, jaws splayed open in an attempt to grab hold over the boy's left knee, his upper fangs seeking to tear into the flesh on the outside of the leg, his lower jaws seeking the flesh on the inside of the leg as Lynd sought to capture the knee joint between his jaws in a powerful hold. Simultaneously as Lynd moved to bite the boy he threw the bony upper point of his left shoulder upward and slightly to the left in an attempt to lance the bony appendage up into the underside of the boy's left sided gut, a few inches in front of where the left side connected to the left leg. He hoped to severely bruise the delicate area and maybe make the boy wretch.  As he moved for the shoulder throw Lyndvarr's weight shifted to his front left leg and back legs so that his right foreleg could lift off the ground.  Lynd attempted to wrap his right forepaw behind Ash's left hind leg, just above the heel where he hoped to jerk the limb back toward himself and perhaps unbalance his opponent. As he attacked Lyndvarr's tail tucked tightly between his legs and across his belly for added protection, knowing he'd left himself somewhat open and also in the realization that he probably could've thrusted his shoulder into the boys budding manhood.  Lærke would never let him live it down if he was brought to earth by a blow to the privates. Lyndvarr vs Ashmedai for Spar  (Rd. 1 of 2)

OOC: I apologize a million times Lunar! Also beware of odd phrases as Iko is kill

Ashmedai was taken off guard when his opponent stepped to his right (Ashmedai's left). He wasn't supposed to do that! That was Ashmedai's move! Ash's teeth pierced then grazed past Lyndvarr's left cheek and his shoulder would shove roughly past Lyndvarr's. Uh-oh, this wasn't good. At this rate, the opponent would have free range at his stomach! Ashmedai knew he had to do something about it, but he wasn't quite sure what. Ashmedai thought the best thing to do was to not stick around to let Lyndvarr get at his soft spots (but let's be honest, he's one whole big soft spot).

Ashmedai shifted his weight to his front feet and kicked off with his back feet, aiming to pivot his rear end to his right and away from Lyndvarr to become perpendicular with his opponent instead of parallel and to be able to face his opponent's rump. The opponent's right shoulder would jut into Ashmedai's lower left gut as he began to pull away. It was still a sharp jab that caused Ashmedai to cough and his tail to tuck instinctively. It would continue to be a dull pain during the fight and it would leave moderate bruising after the fight. Lyndvarr's bite would still puncture and graze Ashmedai's left knee, leaving moderate lacerations that would sting with every step. He would cry out a little, being one of the first times he was really hurt. Lyndvarr's right forepaw would hook around Ashmedai's back left leg as it pulled away from Lyndvarr, leaving little to no scratching, but tripping Ashmedai up a bit as he tried to pivot his rear end away.

Stumbling slightly, Ashmedai gathered himself, widening his stance to catch himself from falling. He bent his legs and redistributed his weight from pivoting his rear end to his right. As his knees bent, the lacerations from Lyndvarr's attack stung, making him wince, slightly teary-eyed. He kept his tail tucked for protection now, his ears following suit as his lips lifted and his eyes narrowed. Ashmedai's whole face scrunched in order to deflect attacks and he kept his hackles raised. His chin tucked and his shoulders rolled forward to protect his neck, still following his mother's directions as close as he could. Splaying his toes and digging his nails into the ground for traction, Ashmedai prepared for his attack... What was his attack again?

Ashmedai kicked off, attempting to close the small distance between his jaws and Lyndvarr's left hind leg. Being taller, he assumed that going for a leg might be advantageous when used with brute force. Ashmedai would tilt his head to his left, aiming to grip Lyndvarr's left hock on his back leg, his upper jaws seeking the front of the joint while his lower jaw was aimed towards the back part where the actual hock was. While doing this, he would raise his right forepaw, redistributing his weight to his other three legs, and attempt to hook it below his bite on Lyndvarr's left hind leg, just above the ankle. He aimed to pull the appendage towards him, now seeking using his larger mass to shove forward and up, hoping to throw off Lyndvarr's balance. He could have spread out his attacks, he thought, but he figured if he aimed all in the same place, it would be a harder attack to break away from. He hoped to really trip Lyndvarr up, giving him the advantage he needed to win this fight.

Ashmedai vs. Lyndvarr for Spar 2/2

LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME Trying to get home...   Ash would pivot to Lynd's left, just as the pale male closed in for his attack.  Lynd's left* shoulder would ram into Ash's lower gut as the boy pulled away from him, as his fangs would graze the larger youth's left knee.  His efforts were rewarded with broken flesh but not the hold he desired, however he was successful in hooking his right forepaw behind the boy's left ankle, causing him to stumble slightly as he tried to pivot.  Thankful for the brief second of time to react Lynd sought to place his right forepaw back sturdily on the ground as his weight shifted to his own front paws. Aware of his own vulnerable position Lyndvarr did not wish to wait for the boy to retaliate.  All to aware of his unprotected back legs and the valuable tendons that were necessary for his movement, Lynd attempted to mimic his opponent and pivot to follow the boy's hindquarters and bring them once again to parallel. With his weight shifting to his front legs, his back ones sought to kick off the ground and hopefully bring his butt out of reach of the taller boy.  That was all he needed, a nice ass-mark to show Lærke. However the boy was coming in much lower, his fangs slicing through the flesh of Lynd's left hock leaving moderate lacerations and causing his breath to hitch slightly at the pain.  He'd been trained long enough to push it from his mind but the first stings of pain always took him by surprise.  As he moved he felt his left hind paw pulled out from under him and while he stumbled slightly the move did not impede his movement to greatly for his weight was shifted to his front legs and his back legs were already leaving the ground to pivot his rear.  The boys weight was another story as the slate colored male threw his weight, led by the boy's right shoulder, into Lyndvarr's left hip causing moderate bruising and his backend to be pushed with even greater momentum to Lyndvarr's right. His back paws stumbled but he managed to keep his balance, his tail quickly flagging out behind him, exposing his belly in favor of keeping on his feet. While Lynd partially appreciated the help getting his back end around he knew he was still in a risky spot.  Dam this squirt was tenacious!  And larger than any youngster had a right to be. Lyndvarr double-checked his defenses. Ebony ears remained pinned to his skull, ice blue eyes narrowed as his brow wrinkled bunching up the flesh on his face and peeling back his lips in a snarl.  Hackles remained laced down his back as his neck scrunched back, shoulders rolling forward.  Tail and head moved to align with his spine as his limbs spread equidistant apart, evenly distributing his weight as his legs coiled low.  Toes were splayed, claws digging into the earth. Defenses set, Lyndvarr sought to retaliate hoping the other boys inexperience and indecision might buy him a second to try something risky.  It was a gamble, but what good were spars if you didn't try something a little crazy now and then?  Lyndvarr kicked off and attempted to come in low and close the distance between himself and his opponent.  Lynd attempted to curve his upper body to his own left to  come at Ash at a slight angle, almost as if he sought to make them form a yin yang symbol.  He sought to push off with as much might as he could in an attempt to push push himself beneath the taller boys belly, just in front of the boys hind legs. His jaws would snake forward, head rotating to his own right, aiming for the far leg, the boy's tender inner right thigh just above the knee.  He sought to dig his jaws into the tender flesh and clamp down tightly.  As he tried to dive beneath his larger opponent Lyndvarr also sought to throw his weight forward and up in an attempt to lance both his shoulders upward into the boy's underbelly.  His right shoulder looking to jab the boy in the groin, his left looking to dig into the center of the underbelly just behind the sternum.  Lyndvarr hoped to almost stand up with enough force up and forward to tip the boy over, or at least make him stumble so he didn't fall right on top of Lynd.   Lyndvarr vs Ashmedai for Spar  (Rd. 2 of 2)

*checked with Iko and we had a direction mix-up, it is his left shoulder attack.

ASHMEDAI vs LYNDVARR for SPAR ROUND ONE ASHMEDAI CLARITY - 2 “sought to close the distance then step to the right” (How close was he to Lyndvarr before the step? Was he right on his chest or a few inches away? Without stating this it gives your opponent freedom to say and have enough reaction time to dodge) Total: 8 POWERPLAY - 0 Total: 10 DEFENSES + 1 (lips) + 1 (eyes) + 1 (chin) + 1 (ears) + 1 (shoulders) + 1 (stance) + 1 (knees) + 1 (claws) + 1 (head) + 1 (tail) Total: 10 ATTACK + 2 cheek grab + 1 grip attempt + 2 shove Total: 5 INJURIES - First round! Total: 10 Total for Round One: 43 / 50 LYNDVARR CLARITY - All clear! Total: 10 POWERPLAY - 0 Total: 10 DEFENSES + 1 (eyes) + 1 (ears) + 1 (jaws) + 1 (claws) + 1 (toes) + 1 (stance) + 1 (weight) + 1 (hackles) + 1 (shoulders) + 1 (chin) + 1 (tail) Total: 10 ATTACK + 2 Leg grab attempt + 1 grip attempt + 2 shoulder to gun + 1 right hindleg hook attempt Total: 6 INJURIES - First round! Total: 10 Total for Round One: 46 / 50 ROUND TWO ASHMEDAI CLARITY - 2 “Lyndvarr’s right shoulder” (It’s his left) Total: 8 POWERPLAY - 0 Total: 10 DEFENSES + 1 (tail) + 1 (stance) + 1 (legs) + 1 (ears) + 1 (eyes) + 1 (lips) + 1 (hackles) + 1 (chin) + 1 (toes) + 1 (nails) Total: 10 ATTACK + 2 left leg attempt + 1 grip attempt + 1 leg hook grab attempt + 2 body shove Total: 6 INJURIES - 1 bruising to undergut - 2 lacerations/punctures to left knee Total: 7 Total for Round Two: 41 / 50 LYNDVARR CLARITY - All clear! Total: 10 POWERPLAY - 0 Total: 10 DEFENSES + 1 (weight) + 1 (ears) + 1 (eyes) + 1 (lips) + 1 (hackles) + 1 (shoulders) + 1 (tail) + 1 (head) + 1 (toes) + 1 (claws) Total: 10 ATTACK + 2 inner right thigh bite attempt + 1 leg grab + 3 body throw attempt Total: 6 INJURIES - 2 moderate lacerations to left hock - 1 slight bruise to left hip Total: 7 Total for Round Two: 43 / 50 Totals: ASHMEDAI 43 + 41 = 84 / 100 LYNDVARR 46 + 43 = 89 / 100 And the winner is... LYNDVARR ASHMEDAI must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Damage: ASHMEDAI - slight bruising under gut = 1 ooc week - Moderate lacerations to left knee = 2 ooc weeks to heal fully LYNDVARR - light bruising to left shoulder = 1 ooc week - moderate lacerations to left cheek = 2 ooc weeks to heal fully - moderate lacerations to left hock = 2 ooc weeks to heal fully - slight bruise to left hip = 1 ooc week Notes: Tips for writing and some suggestions. (no points are deducted here): IKO Very close spar! If it weren’t for the few clarity issues you would have had it! The only thing that really got you was the mix of left and rights. Oh, and being very clear how far away from your opponent you are. That’s about it! Keep up the great work. Ash is positively adoreable :D LUNS Another great spar! There really isn’t much to say to you that you don’t know already. Keep up the good work! - By [Arin]

Ashmedai lost his footing as the other pushed onto him. A small "oops" left his lips and his sky hued eyes widened as he tipped over. Once he was down, he knew to call it quits. He curled up, keeping his eyes wide as he tucked his neck and tail, bringing his limbs to cover his exposed, "Woah woahhh, okay, alright, you win!" he called out, scuttling away slightly, using his back legs. He hoped the other would stop. That was the point of a spar, right? He'd attempt to create some distance, wiggling while his tail wagged between his legs, "Haha, good spar though, you totally got me! Do you think I can fight as good as that one day?"

LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME Trying to get home...   As Lyndvarr shoved into the boy he managed to knock the youth over and in that moment the fight was won. Lynd let his opponent go and grinned triumphantly. That was a good match! Licking the blood from his teeth as well as some of the fur he nodded to the young man. "Yes, you fought well! You should be proud. I apologize for the confusion earlier. I forget the wolves here speak a different tongue." His eyes ran over the other man's body, taking note of the injuries. "I happen to be a healer as well as a fighter. If you'd permit me I can tend to your wounds. My name is Lyndvarr Finnvi by the way."

The other wolf halted the fighting and Ashmedai let out a breath of relief. The other wolf told him he should be proud. Slowly Ash began to right himself as the white and red brute explained that he was sorry and that wolves here spoke a different tongue. A different tongue? So this wolf... "You... You speak with two tongues?!" he would exclaim, taking to his feet and looking at this strange wolf with wide, sky colored eyes. The other said he was a healer and that his name was Lyndvarr Finnvi. Finnvi? He knew that name! That was that other lady, the one his mom had taken him away from because she was an alpha and Ash was apparently being stupid. He got scolded badly for that. Ash nodded to Lyndvarr, coming a little closer to follow him or show him his wounds or whatever, "You can heal me. We have a good few healers in Imperium where I'm from, but sure. I have a question, though. I know a Finnvi kind of. She's a tall silver woman called Caja orr... Kata... kind of a 'tuh' and a 'juh' sound put together like my name. OH! My name is Ashmedai like 'Ajz-meh-die', but everyone calls me Ash or Az or Aj or something. Ashmedai Imperialis, anyway, you can call me whatever you want, though, I don't mind." He'd look towards Lyndvarr and offer a small smile, ready to go or whatever.

LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME Trying to get home...   Lyndvarr grinned at the youths exuberance and nodded. "Aye, I speak two tongues." It was a skill he was grateful he'd learned or he'd have an interesting time trying to communicate with the natives of this land. He could only imagine the trouble his mother had had. The boy agreed to be healed and Lynd nodded but before he could go and gather up his herbs the boy had a question for him. Apparently the boy knew another Finnvi? He listening as Ash spoke before blurting out in recognition. "Katja? Katja Finnvi? She is my aunt!" He let out a laugh. "Ah, it is a small world indeed. How do you know her? Well come along with me, you can tell me along the way, I have some herbs back at my den we can get you patched up and sent home." Lyndvarr turned and trotted in the direction of his den taking mental note of Ash's injuries.

Ashmedai wondered how anyone could speak with two tongues, but, then again, this wolf had red fur, so who knew what all crazy things could happen with one wolf. Ash followed anyway. Katja was Lyndvarr's aunt?! That was so cool! As they walked, Ashmedai explained, "She is an alpha and she came to visit my dad- Valentine- because he's the alpha of Imperium. I didn't really know, so I was talking to her and my momma and dad were pretty friggin angry... His ears would slip back and he would smile apologetically, his tongue sticking out a bit as he glanced at Lyndvarr, "If you uh... If you see Katja, can you tell her Ashmedai didn't mean to do... whatever I did?" He really still wasn't sure, "It was prolly some alpha thing so maybe she'll know." Ash shrugged and continued following Lyndvarr, sore, but not especially feeling it.

LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME Trying to get home...   They soon arrived at Lyndvarr's make-shift den tunneled underneath a large rock. Lyndvarr had been storing a few grassland herbs in his den for use as he practiced and wandered about the battlefield in search of signs of his aunt. And here it looked like he'd found one! If his aunt Katja was an alpha this would make her a lot easier to find. "Home sweet home." Lynd grinned pausing to look Ash over. The boy had gotten away from the fight with fewer scrapes than he had. The only probably needing to be tended were the lacerations on Ash's left knee from Lynd's jaws. The whole way the boy continued to talk and Lynd felt a slight stirring of anxiety in his gut. Oh man! He just chewed on an alpha's kid! Well, good thing mommy and daddy weren't around to see that. Did the alpha approve of his child wandering so far? He gazed curious as Ash went on to discuss his encounter with his aunt. "Ok, sure I'll let her know when I find her. Do you know what pack she's alpha of? I've been trying to find her. As for your parents… maybe they were just worried about you? I'm kind of surprised they let you out on the battlefield like this. Aren't you heir or something?" Lynd had no idea just how many progeny this particular alpha had but as Ash was the first he'd met he'd made assumptions. Outside Lyndvarr's den dandelions were growing like…. well weeds. It was the one herb that was incredibly plentiful in the grassland area of the battlefield. He had some dried and stored away for fall but while summer still warmed the lands Lyndvarr was all to happy to take advantage of fresh herbs. His ivory fangs parted as he snipped away at a patch of dandelions, wincing at the bitter taste of the milk white fluid spilling from the verdant flesh. The juicy flesh would help kill bacteria and aid in healing but the most potent part of the plant would be the roots. Laying the greens aside he carefully set to digging up the roots, claws biting into the earth as he dug.

Lyndvarr reassured Ashmedai that he would tell Katja of his worries when he saw her next. Ashmedai felt so relieved! Maybe she would understand. The man asked if Ash knew what pack Katja was in. He thought for a moment before slowly squeaking out, "Yifer? Yiff'er?" He wasn't sure... Ash's tongue lolled out of his maw once again, "Something like that. The packs here all have different names, so it shouldn't be too hard even if I said it wrong." The smile kept on the boy's face for a moment... until Lyndvarr mentioned the heir. Ash's smiled would drop, "Nah," he started, his voice quieter, but not sounding terribly upset, "That's my brother, 'Gelus." Ash threw on a half smile, but it wavered, "I'm the baby of them all, so I'm not special. I'm the only one in my litter, so everyone else is older than me and already knows a lot. I'm just Ash. I'm not a healer like 'Vana or the heir like 'Gelus, I'm just Ash." His weak smile faded as he watched Lyndvarr pick flowers. He wouldn't question it; hey, he liked flowers too. Then Lyndvarr started digging up the roots and Ashmedai decided to go on, "I plan on being a leader, though... One day. Even if it's not Imperium's leader. My dad made Imperium, so I can make a pack too!" This time, Ashmedai's smile was genuine, he was here to become stronger so that one day, he could be powerful enough to lead a pack. Even if he wasn't the heir, he would show everyone that he could be strong too!

LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME Trying to get home...   Satisfied with his haul Lyndvarr began to chew the plant into mush until he had a good paste. He grinned a bit as Ash tried to say Yfir but with his own mouth full he would let the pronunciation pass. It would seem that Ash was the youngest of the alphas pups, with a boy named Gelus being the heir. Aparently one of his siblings was also a healer, this Vana. He motioned for Ash to hold still and quickly applied the dandelion past to the boy's wounds. When he was finished he licked his lips in an effort to rid his mouth of the taste. "There, that ought to tide you over til you get back. Well it was a pleasure sparring with you Ash. I wish you luck on your journey and perhaps one day I'll come visit your pack." -exit-