Oooooh how nice it was to be back in he homelands, with her three little buccaneers at her rear. Well, currently they were off exploring, but they followed her to the lands one by one. For, family was everything. Yet, the behemoth wished to relish in a battle with a stranger, to say hello to the lands she once thrived in, once again. Her paws crushed the snow below her massive form, allowing a bit of a thud and a crunch to come forth with each hardy step. The once, muscle packed, femme was no a more gluttonous being. Fat, to be less eloquent. She lacked the severe motivation to shed off those extra pounds. So she is now a ball of fat and muscle, making her look even larger. Especially with her dark form in contrast with the white blanket that covered the battlefield, she looked.. massive. The beastly Wolf continued to carry herself forth, finding a good circle to stake her claim. As she found a decent place the woman nodded with a tiny giggle. Amusement in the carnage that was to come under her heavy paws. Slowly the Saxe's head would raise, her giant jowls parting to release a deep howl. A battle cry, beckoning any that challenge her to a spar. Spars were not normally her style, but the bloodthirsty girl was ready to pain the snow red in some shape or manner. The fact that she could not ultimately punish the challenger was merely a temporary downside. She was sure within these lands, enough fights were to come. With all of the sensitive sallies that resided. The brute found a spot to sit in the snow, a shiver flowing through her body due to the cold snow hitting her bum. With a shake of her head, Nausica waited for whoever dared to clash with the battle hardened babe.

Nausica v ??
Zero/Three
for Spar

 

Winter had brought relief from the disease that had torn his family apart, and the youngest child of Valentine Imperialis had used that time to work on regaining his strength. Luckily his youth and the resiliance that came with it worked in his favor and the tall yearling was back to his old self in very little time. Well, almost his old self. Valentine had returned, but had not brought back with him any of Chaos' missing half siblings. Which mean no Rhys. The brown-coated girl would probably tease Chaos unmercifully for it, but Chaos missed her terribly. Rhyme too, a little, but the older boy had always been a bit of a scaredy-cat and not much fun while his littermate had been the perfect partner in crime for a lonely young troublemaker like Chaos. Now all that were left of the Imperialis family were his full siblings. Which wasn't too bad, really, but it drove home the fragility of the family bonds that were supposed to be so unbreakable.

Chaos had decided on impulse to banish such brooding thoughts in a quick jaunt over to the battlefield to test his young body in a real fight. Oh sure, he could train with his mom and siblings, but he had to be really careful not to hurt them. But a real fight, he wouldn't have to hold back so much. It wouldn't matter if some stranger got hurt bad even if it was just a spar. He wondered what it would be like to be able to not hold back at all, like if it was a fight to maim someone or kill them. That would be kind of fun, a bit, and his gun-metal-grey muzzle parted in a toothy grin. Not now though. Mom would probably kill him if he got into that sort of fight at his age, even if he was an adult.

His ears pricked at the sound of a call to battle sounded nearby, and he altered his course towards it. He slowed from his lope to a halt several body-lengths from the caller, though, and cocked his head slightly to study her through narrowed, mismatched eyes. She was almost as tall as him, and massive. Fat, he decided, muzzle wrinkling in disgust. A fat old woman. He moved indecisively in place for a moment, crisp winter sunlight sending flashes of blue and purple from his clean charcoal pelt as he considered if it would even be worth his time to fight her. He was a young strong wolf rapidly approaching his prime, while she was clearly passed it. He finally issued a snort and settled into a fighting stance. Well, he didn't currently have a lot of opponents to choose from right now, did he? He bared the full length of his unnaturally long, flat fangs in a challenging grin. "Well?" he demanded of his would-be opponent.

CHAOS vs NAUSICA for SPAR
0/3

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The behemoth sat there, awaiting a challenger. Perhaps she would not even have one? Were the Wolves of this land going soft? A little snort fell from her chilled nose. When the woman left, previously, everyone was going soft. Even her disaster of a brother, Neios. Who had promised the world to Cascade and her. Pity he was nothing more then all talk. Yet, Nausica had her flaws. Constantly weaving in and out of her family's life due to lack of substance around her. But, now, she had that substance. Her children. Wherever they were, they gave her the willpower to move on. Just like her forsaken mother, the way she fought for Nausica and her siblings long ago. The purple hued woman would do the same, ten times over. Soon, a young creature flicked into her view. He was of darker coloration like herself. Greys and charcoals mixed together to form a beautiful picture. White made its mark under his lovely, mismatched, eyes. Yet, what stuck out to her was his odd fangs, they were saber-esq. The beast had never seen such a thing on a Wolf and it only interested her more. Those lazy jowls parted, allowing his scent to flowing into her mouth. Dancing through her, there was an.. off scent about it. Something disgustingly familiar, yet the woman did not think to hard on the subject for his little, chipper, words filled her ears. "Well?" The beast stood, allowing the bits of white snow to flow from the shelves they rested upon. The girl shook herself off and allowing a crooked grin to swipe across her inky lips, exposing those yellow fangs. "You have no manners, boy." The battle-hardened bitch shook her head, rolling her shoulders for a moment. Slowly her front half dipped down in a marvelous bow, allowing her eyes to remain on his. He was taller, but she was stronger. Despite her age, the woman was still a force just due to her sheer size at that point. There was still fight in her, she was only 5 after all. As she stood up once more, her venomous tones met the air like a sickening kiss.  "I am Nausica Saxe, I would like the name of my opponent." Yet, she would not wait. Only a fool would wait. He was faster, therefore she decided she would have the first move. Before hearing an answer, the woman allowed herself to obtain a defensive stand. Her lips slowly curled back, exposing those teeth even more and allowing that extra, fatty, skin to bunch up under her haunting purple eyes to protect the thin flesh above her cheekbones. Her eyes moved to squints, allowing her focus to be trained on directly on her target and lessening them as a target to flying paws or sunshine. Her two, obsidian, ears flicked back to allow her.. large form to be a little more aerodynamic and to hide them to refrain from accidental maims. Her head slowly pointed down, allowing her muzzle to hide her throat from any sort of fatal blows. As she did so, her hackles raised, her bodice tensing up enough to allow the extra skin and fat to roll up and protect her upper back/shoulders. The bitch's tail shot straight out, thus allowing her to have some needed balance. Her hardy legs bent at the knee slightly, allowing her to remain low ot the ground and be able to move with quickness when needed. Each paw was relaxed, spreading out the pads enough to firmly grip the ground for stability. Her claws flexed just enough to dig into the ground as well, when she decided to move each step would be a gripping one at that. All four of her legs were evenly spread out to distribute her weight with ease, for balance and stability as well. The she-beast was ready for her assault. The little twerp was about two inches taller then her, which would allow for a slight advantage, but nothing remarkable. His true advantage would be his weight and age. She was older and had those momma pounds still. Therefore allowing her to be more or less a tank, rather then he, being more swift and agile. Everything weighed out in her mind, for everyone had their advantages. It was how you played into them that mattered. Her purple orbs were trained on him, watching for any weaknesses. Coming up short she decided that his legs would be her best bet. The bear-like woman set off in a charge. A growl bubbled in the deepest parts of her throat as her steps carried her directly forward towards the boy. Due to their distance, he had a short amount of time to move if he had the reaction time for it. As the babe charged his way, she would ensure her head remained lowered for needed protection and her paws would allow her to veer off to her left. Yet, if she was allowed to close the distance between them, the woman would attempt to slam the right side of the upper bits of her chest into the Elbow Joint of his right front leg. Which was the joint that connected his Humerus (Upper leg) to his Radius (Lower Leg). If such an assault, purchased, thus would cause his right front leg to buckle back and knock his balance off enough for the girl to continue further. Also, if she did make impact, a grunt would be heard from Nausica, moderate bruising would form on the right side of her chest from their bodices colliding at such a great rate of speed and force. Upon impact, if she was successful enough, the woman would make her attempt to dart past the now unbalanced boy in the direction of his back right leg. If she made it that far the right side of her, fat, body would be against the right side of his own more lean body. Also, if she made it that far, the woman would snap her teeth for an attempt at a bite. The direction of the snaps would be in that of his right, back, flank. If one of the snaps of her teeth purchased, the babe would attempt to lock onto the flesh in a full on bite. Despite whether or not her attempts at the bite worked or not, the girl would move to try and raise her right front leg up in attempt to sling it across his lower back, right over his Lumbar. If successful, the bitch would attempt to push his lower half down by allowing all her weight to push to her right side. She would also ensure her two back paws were firmly dug into the ground, able to hold herself up with such a move. Due to her weight and his previous lack of balance, such a goal would not be hard to reach. But, it all depended on how well her initial attempt at a slam into his right leg worked and his reactions. nausica vs Chaos one. two. three. for spar ""

The youth had already slipped into the stance his mother, father, and siblings had long ago drilled into his head. His paws were slightly wider than hip and shoulder width apart, his joints loose for freedom of movement and slightly bent to lower his center of gravity. His weight was centered, and his large paws spread wide with the claws digging into earth for traction. His striped tail had gone level with his spine to allow for better balance, and his head dropped so that his neck made a straight line with his spine as well. He pulled his head back as his shoulders rolled forward, the dual motion driving his scruff up into ridges of skin and fat for protection. His hackles raised along his back and shoulders, eyes were narrowed, and his ears pinned back against his skull as his chin dropped slightly over his throat. He held himself lightly and ready, prepared for the unexpected. This was, after all, his first real fight.

Chaos snorted at the old woman's whinging about his manners. What did she expect, bowing and scraping to her? She was the one who'd called for a fight to begin with. "Chaos Saxe," he retorted immediately, his muzzle twitching into lines of disgust that this butterball shared a surname with him. Already in a fighter's stance, he was not taken by surprise at her unsporting leap overtop his words. With his body already coiled like a spring, it was the work of an instant to push off with all four paws, leaping to his left and out of the way of her initial charge to avoid it entirely. His movement also lent him some distance from her bites, so that the single connection she managed sliced a single canine in a short, moderate laceration right in front of his right hip. Her right forepaw managed to drape over his lower back, but as it was only her paw and not her whole foreleg she was unable to throw enough weight upon him to overthrow him.

Planting his hind legs, Chaos pivoted his upper body sharply to his right, seeking to slam the point of his right shoulder into Nausica's flank immediately behind her rightside rib cage with all the force he could summon, hoping to throw her off him. Simultaneously his left forepaw would seek to cross behind her and hook her left hindpaw with the intention of jerking it towards his chest in the hopes that the combined attack would send her tumbling.

Turning his head further to his right, with his jaws gaping wide, he attempted to sink his unnaturally long, serrated fangs into her back just forward of her hips - his upper jaw with the long canines on the left side of her spine and his lower jaw with the heavier incisors on the right, with the intention of severing her spine between them. No point in a fight if you weren't going to throw your whole soul into it, was there?

CHAOS vs NAUSICA for SPAR
Round 1/3

The howl from the battlefield had piqued the man's interest. It had been quite some time since he'd last visited the field, so with nothing better to do, Angelus had decided to heed the call. By the time he arrived someone had already answered the challenge and blood had already been drawn. The colossal brute immediately recognized one of the combatants as his younger brother and while he was disappointed that he'd missed the chance to fight, he was pleased to see Chaos. He hadn't had a chance to reconnect with his brother since he'd returned home so instead of leaving the area in search of another fighter he decided to hang around and watch the fight, perhaps even heckle should one of them stumble. The giant remained standing well away from the fighters to give them plenty of roon to move and to make it clear that he wasn't going to leap in suddenly. Because he was familiar with Chaos and his fighting style Angelus found his attention constantly fixing on the stranger. He raked a skeptic eye over her, noting with some amusement her push physique, and made a note to tease his brother about his choice of opponents later. Okay, heckle time. With a bland expression Angelus allowed his gaze to roll lazily over the two fighting wolves in search of flaws to nitpick. "Aaaaw," he drawled sarcastically, "Is that all you got, baby brother? Put your back into it - you're fighting a whale, not a gazelle." Assuming Chaos was trying to force his opponent to the ground, he then cautioned his brother in a voice laced with faux sincerity, "Careful, if her ass hits the ground too hard you might start an earthquake."

And the winner is...

Chaos! Due to Nausica not posting in the allotted time, the fight has defaulted in Chaos' favor.