Aurielle Adravendi

She couldn’t help feeling relieved that Amos had joined the pack. For one, it was nice to have someone closer to her age. For another, the pack needed ambitious wolves. He was ambitious, and in the same paw, cheerful about it. There were several things mulling around in her head as she gazed down at the arrays of hides, sinew, sharp sticks, and furs. For one, there weren’t enough wolves left in the pack to launch a search party for any of those who had gone missing—her mother and brother among the missing. Now that she was a yearling, she could go out and seek out wolves that were possible assets to the pack, for her father to evaluate. That was, in truth, a part of her duties as Future, and good practice for when she would be doing the evaluations herself. She was planning to visit the Battlefield for the first time, but first, she had a spar to do with Amos. In fact… she huffed out a sigh, rising from the array of crafting items and giving them a glance over before calling for her cousin Paladin. When he appeared through the mouth of the cave, inky brow-points lifting in pleasant inquiry, she asked, “I’m going to ask Amos to spar with me… want to be the Witness?” Naturally the Cleric agreed, adding “Perhaps I’ll spar him as well, if he’s willing.” The Future gave a toothy grin as she led the way out into the wooded hillside and further, out onto the plains and to the meeting place. She glanced around at the clear area, reminiscing that she should have gone through her first meeting long ago. She already had plans for the pack for when her father stepped down. A clean slate, a refresher of the laws, and maybe a few new ones, or replacements. She shrugged off the thoughts for the time being, however, tilting her head back and calling for her first friend, inviting him to spar. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Paladin take a seat on the boulder, snowy forepaws crossed as he waited to watch. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Paladin 'Knight' Ancora

He’d been sorting herbs, pondering the next lesson to be held for the pack’s healing inclined wolves when his young cousin called for him. Ears perking, he rose from the pile, making a mental note of where he’d stopped off – ‘H’ for Helonias Root, or Blazing Star, and useful for stopping bleeding and miscarriages – as he trotted out of his alcove, brows lifting as he studied the shimmering white girl. Her dirty brown muzzle had faded to the same pristine white base over the last month or so as the last of her puppy fur had shed out to be replaced by the adult fur. At her question, he nodded, rather glad for the distraction. Sterling hadn’t come back from her traveling and it made him feel oddly sad. But she hadn’t been under an obligation to stay, and she hadn’t been fully comfortable living here. Perhaps it was for the best. He followed Aurielle to her chosen sparring place and as she called for the boy, Amos, he chose a spot on the boulder and settled on it, belly against the stone and crossed his fore-paws, ears perked with interest as he scanned the Plains for an approaching figure.

He was busy with the long-dreaded task of picking a den site. There were too many options, and each attempt seemed to just end with Amos setting off and spending hours exploring every slightly interesting nook and cranny of the territory until he realized the day was over and he was no better off than he was before. It was slightly annoying, but also fun and a decent way to become familiar with his new home, so he wasn't keen on ending the cycle too soon. He was busy digging at a burrow out of sheen curiosity rather than because he was being productive in this moment, when a howl reach his ears and had him raising his head sharply, muzzle covered in dirt as he listened. Hey, he knew that voice! Amos was never one to keep others waiting, so he set off, shaking the dirt from his pelt as he raced to meet the caller.

Trotting jauntily into the meeting area, tail wagging lightly as he called, "Making good on what we discussed already?" he called, referring to their first meeting as he came to stand a reasonable distance from the younger girl. Glancing up at the wolf on the rock, he quickly added a greeting, "And a witness, how official. Good to meet you, I'm Amos Allantide, though I'm tempted to say you might already know that."

He refocused on his shimmering opponent with a gleeful smile. She sure was growing fast, wasn't she? Amazing to think she'd been a pup when they met and now was already a yearling. Next season he'd be two... yikes, time sure was relentless. "Enough beating around the bush though, hm? Are you ready, 'rielle?" His legs were already sliding into position, ears falling back as he began to prepare. Time to show one another what they'd learned.

Aurielle Adravendi

As Amos arrived, a smile flickered into place as she took in his appearance, nodding at his question. As he paused to greet Paladin, Aurielle approached, squinting at his nose and grinning, a front paw lifting to poke at the top of his muzzle. “This is my cousin Paladin. You’ve got dirt caked here, by the way.” A light swipe of her paw dislodged it and she was bouncing lithely back to put a short distance of four feet between herself and Amos, turning to face him fully and grinning at him, gradated blue eyes twinkling with a bit of challenge. “Of course I’m ready. I’ve been looking forward to this first dance.” Her tail waved cheerfully behind her in a flowing banner before she flicked it out behind her, falling level with her spine as her head mirrored that height, shoulders sliding forward in a rolling shrug. Her mane made it difficult for the hackles along her neck to rise, but the shorter tufts of fur that insulated the base of the long hair stood on end as best as it could. Her hackles along her spine had no such issues and rose in a stiff ridge from her shoulders to her tail. Her chin tucked over her throat, though his larger size made such an area slightly less vulnerable to his teeth, and let her jaws part slightly, long upper canines glinting in a grin of mischief that morphed into a snarling expression as her eyes narrowed slightly, ears flicking back to pin against her cranium. Her scruff rolled into a protective layer of fat, fur and mane. Each of these defenses fell into place even as she pushed off, hoping to close the four-foot distance between herself and Amos swiftly enough to catch him by surprise and hit hard. She veered slightly to her right, aiming to come in on his left side while still face to face— merely slightly off center. Her head tipped sharply to her right, parted jaws opening wide as she sought to slash her upper canines into the center of the left side of Amos’ neck, wishing to inflict mild lacerations. Simultaneously, her weight shifted smoothly to her other three limbs as her left shoulder and foreleg lifted, left front paw leaving the earth as she sought to slam the bony point of her left shoulder into the base of Amos’ windpipe, roughly central in his chest, hoping to choke him as well as drive the wind out of his lungs. While her weight remained on her other three legs, her left front paw, still raised from the ground, sought to slam forcefully down on the toes of Amos’ left front paw, hoping to leave him with a few bruises to think about as the spar progressed. It was clear that her father had been working hard on her training. Now all she needed was some real experiences to build upon that solid foundation. -:: Aurielle vs Amos for Practice Spar ::- Round 1/3 Height: 30" Build: Medium Extra Notes: The cute thing has sharp teeth! Let's have some fun and see me learn (or relearn) how to fight with a smaller, more agile character. Distance is agreed upon by Monster! Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

His ears perked as her heard his daughter call for Amos with an invitation to spar. He’d been taking a rare rest, having just finished a meal of a hare he’d been lucky to surprise right into the claws and jaws of Aelloshir. But he was always interested in seeing what his little girl was up to. He arrived in time to see her launch herself forward, and as he slipped around to join Paladin on the boulder, he was careful not to distract either of the young wolves. It was his daughter’s first real spar against someone other than himself or Paladin, and he was eager to see how her training would pan out in actual action. He cast a sideways glance to Paladin and shared a grin before both males turned back to watch with interest.

He had taught himself something new, the art of pit traps. It was a good way to catch smaller prey and so far he was having success with it. He would dig a deep hole then cover it with a layer of sticks and then grass. When the animal stepped on the twigs they would snap and the animal would go into the hole. He was checking some of his traps this morning when he came across one that was tripped he grinned. Tail wagging he approached, but as he got closer the god awful squealing of a boar piglet sliced through the air. His ears flattened and his lip curled in disgust. Quickly he moved over to the hole, bent down and snatched up the screaming piglet before quickly ending it's life. Once the air held silence once again his ears picked up the distant call of his niece, calling forth an opponent to spar with. It was the newer member to the pack, Amos. He was curious, wondering how the young girl's training had been going. He knew Regulus had been working hard with her and Lais wanted to see how she was doing. Picking up his prize to carry with him he would have to come back later to reset the trap. Carrying the pig with him he picked up his pace wanting to arrive in a timely matter. He arrived shortly after Regulus had settled, making a wide half circle around the two that were sparring, he did not want to disturb them at all. Moving over to Paladin and his brother he sat down on the other side of Regulus and set the pig down at his feet, motioning to both him and Paladin to help themselves if they were hungry. He then turned his eyes back to the spar. "Talk" "You" Think

His heartbeat quickened slightly when she approached, reaching up and sweeping dirt from his nose. Oops, he should probably have tried to look a bit more presentable before arriving. Oh well. A lopsided smile formed on his featured as he shrugged, "Guess I got carried away havin' fun." More like being silly and wasting a few hours of daylight, but hey, all in the name of learning the territory he was living in now, so it was still time well spent in the end.

At her words he couldn't help but laugh and offer a mock bow, a final acknowledgement before the dance truly began in earnest. It was hard to tell who'd looked forward to this more. The thought amused him as he prepared to slip into his defenses, smile shrinking as he grew serious though it didn’t disappear entirely. It almost never did.

After a steadying breath, he quickly followed her lead, setting his defenses beginning with that less-than-serious snarl of his that was only just enough to do the job. Next his ears would flatten, eyes would narrow, hackles raised down his spine far more visibly than his opalescent opponent’s. A second, soft breath as his legs settled neatly into positions equally spaced beneath his frame, knees bending, head and tail moving to align even with his spine, chin tucking over his throat while his shoulders rolled forward and scruff pushed fur and skin forward protectively around his vitals. Okay. Ready.

She exploded forward, and boy was she fast. It wasn’t like facing a larger wolf or even someone his size. Without much in the way of training, it was instinct and reflexes that Amos most heavily relied upon. His head shot down, reaching far to his own left in hopes of snagging hold of her right front leg, head twisting left so his upper jaws would aim for the right side of the leg while the lower sought the left, innermost side of the limb. He hoped to get a firm grip on the limb and leave some minor puncture wounds in the process. His movement made it so her attack missed it’s intended mark, but he still felt the sting as her fangs sliced the back of his neck leaving mild lacerations.

He also was a bit slow and not positioned to avoid her following attack, his only saving grace being the shift to his left making it so that her shoulder only just missed his windpipe, instead hitting his chest slightly to the right of center. A huff of air hissed through his teeth and he winced, grimacing further as her paw hit it’s mark, leaving him with moderate bruising in both locations.

He shifted his weight to his other three legs before lifting his right front leg. Feinting a paw-slam, the boy almost dropped the paw but instead flicked the limb forward, seeking to leave some moderate scratches down the front of Aurielle’s left front leg.

Amos vs Aurielle for Practice Spar
Round 1/3
Height:36 inches
Build: Heavy
OOC: Garbage post but there's an 84.7% chance I couldn't do better so here's your tag I'm done fighting with the fight post I got things to do man

Aurielle Adravendi

As Amos’ head ducked for her right foreleg, Aurielle checked her stride slightly, angling her right front leg outward toward her right. The movement meant she evaded Amos’ grip, however, she didn’t escape his getting a touch on her—she hid a wince as his upper teeth carved mild lacerations along the inner edge of her upper right foreleg. However, she was successful in landing her own attacks, even if she missed her initial target and instead landed a slash on the back of his neck. She hid a smile of satisfaction in the wrinkled, silent snarl and narrowed eyes as she neatly tucked her chin back over her throat, ears still resolutely flattened back against her crown. She was successful, both in driving her left shoulder into Amos’ chest, and in slamming her paw down on his—though not without collateral damage to herself. She felt the impact on her shoulder, missing her target at the base of his windpipe and instead driving slightly off-center into his chest, and knew that moderate bruises would be throbbing soon enough on the point of her left shoulder. As her left forepaw pounded down on Amos’, she shifted her weight neatly onto all four paws once more, rocking her weight back slightly onto her haunches for a split second before she sought to bound forward a stride, veering slightly to her own right and hoping to slide along Amos’ left side, wishing to press their left sides together in a head to tail position, hackles still bristling along her spine from her shoulders to her tail, head and tail level with her spine. Her forward movement thwarted the male’s attempt to scratch her left foreleg, the attack missing completely as she moved. Her head tilted sharply to her own right as she sent her jaws scything once more to her left, slashing for her opponent. She aimed to rake her upper canines over the soft point just behind Amos’ furthest back rib on his left side, hoping to leave moderate lacerations behind. Simultaneously, her weight shifted to her other four limbs – toes spreading to enhance her traction, coupled with the sinking of her claws into the dirt – as she once again sought to throw her left shoulder forward, left forepaw rising from the ground as she did so. She aimed to drive the outer edge of the bony point of her left shoulder into Amos’ rib cage, at mid-point of his ribs half a foot behind his left elbow. Her left foreleg flowed forward as she sought to slam her left forepaw forcefully into the front of Amos’ left hind leg’s hock, aiming to force his left hind leg to bend unexpectedly and stagger him. Her head dropped as she sought, lastly, to duck her chin toward her chest, angle her head to her left, and slam the crown of her skull into Amos’ left hip in a heavy headbutt, aiming for the point just above the top of his left tibia with the hopes of leaving moderate bruises behind and to drive his left hind leg back, intending to shake his balance. Meanwhile, behind her, her tail flicked to tuck between her hind legs, protecting it from any possible grip or bite he might try to inflict upon it. She was aware of the audience – she’d caught a brief glimpse of her father’s vibrant crimson form out of the corner of her eye. But she ignored them. Her mind was on the spar. -:: Aurielle vs Amos for Practice Spar ::- Round 2/3 Height: 30" Build: Medium Extra Notes: Sorry this took so long! I think you're doing fine :D Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

He saw her trying to alter their positioning, and knowing the sting of those wicked canines of hers, Amos wasn't keen on letting her orient the fight. His hips swung to his right, though not quickly enough to entirely escape those persistent teeth. He felt them grazing along his flank despite his efforts, leaving moderate lacerations as a small trickle of blood rolled down the soft flesh and reaffirmed his desire to avoid those teeth of hers at any cost.

As he escaped the majority of those fierce fangs his opponent wielded, Amos sought to position himself perpendicular to the smaller girl, so his chest faced her left shoulder. The movement caused the shoulder slam to miss almost entirely though he felt it bump his quickly retreating ribs without much force and without leaving much of anything in the way of bruising. Naturally his paw also escaped unscathed for which he was thankful but only briefly so. Her head-butt missed in similar fashion, not coming quickly enough to catch his quickly evading form.

Shifting his weight to his hind legs, Amos would rear up and angle himself slightly more to his own left before aiming to bring his front end down on her back just where it met her shoulders, hopefully hard enough to leave light bruising. Simultaneously, his left front paw would sneak over to his left and aim to wrap around the left side of her neck, while his right arm sought to wrap around the right side of her neck both limbs seeking to grip onto his opponent. His tail flagged out for added balance, hocks remaining loose so his legs could better adjust and move with Aurielle so he hopefully wouldn't fall.

Lips stayed peeled back as his jaws part again, head angling slightly to the right as he aimed to bite the right side of her face, upper jaws seeking to sink his fangs into the spot where her jawline met her throat, while the lower jaw aimed just below her right ear. The bite was intended to leave moderate lacerations.

His eyes remained narrowed as he attacked, ears flat and hackles raised along his spine. The toes of his hind legs flexed into the soil for more traction. Fighting was enjoyable, that much he could say even in the midst of the spar. Or maybe because he was in the middle of a spar. Either way, he was slowly understanding that he had some of the same traits that were so strong in his mother.

This was no time for idle thoughts though, and especially not thoughts of Mara who he'd yet to see again. He cleared his mind, even as he noted the small gathering assembled to observe their spar. No pressure, right?


Amos vs Aurielle for Practice Spar
Round 2/3
Height:36 inches
Build: Heavy

Aurielle Adravendi

Another touch was granted to her as her canines grazed Amos’ flank. As Amos shifted to thwart her positioning attempt, though, he wasn’t as well rewarded in her attacks as she had been initially in the spar. She managed to bump him with her left shoulder. The touch was so light she was certain she hadn’t gained even a slight bruise. She swiftly resettled her weight to all four limbs as her left forepaw missed his hock and returned to the ground, her headbutt also having borne no fruit from her effort. Instead, as he rose onto his hind legs, she saw an opportunity and took it swiftly as he angled to his own left—her right. She swerved to her own left, aiming to duck low and put herself directly beneath Amos – her rump beneath his chest, and her head below his belly – as she strove to lunge forward, claws digging into the soil for traction and propulsion, tail remaining tucked to guard against his jaws as she aimed to drive the whole front of her right shoulder into the front of Amos’ left hind hock, aiming to knock him completely off his feet. With her dash beneath Amos, his front end fell instead upon her rump, his forelegs only gaining a grip around her waist Her movement meant his bite had been completely evaded as, during her attempt to slam into his left hind leg, she simultaneously sought to snake her head to her left, jaws parting as she aimed to wrap her jaws around Amos’ right hind leg, just above his hock, seeking to place her canines behind his Achilles tendon – not wishing to damage him for real, naturally – and gain a tight grip on his right hind leg between her jaws, with which she hoped she might be able to further topple him. Her hackles were raised, paws braced beneath her frame to bear the larger wolf’s weight on her back. Her ears had remained pinned throughout the spar, but she flattened them even harder for good measure as she kept a peripheral eye on him through narrowed sapphire and sky-blue eyes. She was deeply enjoying her spar with him. It was refreshing to face someone other than her own father or her cousin Paladin, and she was reveling in the need to think quickly on her feet and try out new moves. -:: Aurielle vs Amos for Practice Spar ::- Round 3/3 Height: 30" Build: Medium Extra Notes: Round Threeeee!!! Aurielle's very first real spar is done :D You've done great, Mon! Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

He hadn't anticipated the sudden change of position, though inwardly he appreciated the quick thinking as his teeth caught only air. If he wasn't in a bit of a… compromising position he might be more amused, as it was though Amos was just glad his fur prevented the heat rising to his cheeks from being visible. As he gripped her waist with his forelegs his tail flagged out, moving slightly every so often to help maintain his balance as needed. Claws dug hard into the soil, toes splaying out for added traction as his weight was settled neatly over his hindquarters.

Not being quick enough to look at what his opponent was doing, the sudden shoulder to his left hock was hardly foreseen and shook his balance, leaving light bruising on the joint as his balance was shaken. Amos moved his weight to his last remaining leg but was smart enough not to assume she'd eave him one limb for stability. He'd seek to tighten his grip around her waist, letting himself fall to his right while hoping to pull her with.

As his body his the ground Amos would grit his teeth through the dull throb he felt in his left leg, forcing it to try and strike out at the left side of Aurielle's front left limb in the hopes of sweeping it out from under her and helping to drag the smaller woman down with him. Simultaneously he'd part his jaws and seek to grab her hind right leg, upper jaw seeking the back of the limb while lower jaws aimed for the front, just below her hock since he was downed.

His ears remained flattened, eyes narrowed as they began rolling in the dirt, lips puled back in a still determined snarl. His tail changed positions, tucking between his legs now that he'd been knocked prone on the ground. Hackles were raised along his spine.

Amos vs Aurielle for Practice Spar
Round 3/3
Height:36 inches
Build: Heavy

AURIELLE vs AMOS for SPAR ROUND ONE AURIELLE: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: None seen! 10/10 for Clarity: All clear! 5/10 for Attacks: +2 for slash +2 for shoulder throw +1 for stomp 5/5 for Defenses: 5 counted 10/10 for Injuries: list injuries (even first round, deductions beginning second) Status 2/12 for Experience: +1 beginner intellectual +1 beginner fighter 5/5 for Health: Pack member? y Unhealed event status? n Unhealed fight status? n Aurielle’s round one total: 47/62 AMOS: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: None seen! 7/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 “...reaching far to his own left in hopes of snagging hold of her right front leg...” Is he reaching under her to get this leg? Positioning -1 if Amos' head is down far enough for him to reach under Aurielle to get at her right foreleg, wouldn't his neck have prevented her shoulder from hitting the right side of his chest? Damage -1 where on the back of his neck did he get bitten? Attack -1 where on her leg is he hoping to bite? At the ankle? The elbow? 4/10 for Attacks: +2 for minor bite +1 for grip +1 for scratch 5/5 for Defenses: 5 counted 10/10 for Injuries: first round Status 5/12 for Experience: +2 novice fighter +3 intermediate intellectual 5/5 for Health: Pack member? y Unhealed event status? n Unhealed fight status? n Amos' round one total: 46/62 ROUND TWO AURIELLE: WRITING 8/10 for Power Play: Excessive Movement -2 for headbutt. By using a body part twice (slash + headbutt) you're not giving your opponent time to react. 10/10 for Clarity: Movements -0 “Simultaneously, her weight shifted to her other four limbs...” How many limbs does Aurielle have? ;) Damage 6/10 for Attacks: +2 for slash +1 for shoulder throw +1 for forward kick +2 for headbutt 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for tucked tail +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for ears flattened +1 for raised hackles +1 for weight distributed evenly 9/10 for Injuries: -1 for mild lacerations to right foreleg Status 2/12 for Experience: +1 beginner intellectual +1 beginner fighter 5/5 for Health: Pack member? y Unhealed event status? n Unhealed fight status? n Aurielle’s round two total: 45/62 AMOS: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: None seen! 8/10 for Clarity: Positioning -1 “...aiming to bring his front end down on her back just where it met her shoulders...” 'Front end' is a little too ambiguous here since it covers the whole rib cage and the forelegs Damage -1 “He felt them grazing along his flank despite his efforts...” Where on his flank? 4/10 for Attacks: +1 for chest slam +1 bear hug +2 for bite 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for flattened ears +1 for raised hackles +1 for tail up for balance +1 for toes spread 8/10 for Injuries: -2 for moderate lacerations Status 5/12 for Experience: +2 novice fighter +3 intermediate intellectual 5/5 for Health: Pack member? y Unhealed event status? n Unhealed fight status? n Amos’ round two total: 45/62 ROUND THREE AURIELLE: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: None seen! 9/10 for Clarity: Damage -1 “With her dash beneath Amos, his front end fell instead upon her rump, his forelegs only gaining a grip around her waist.” What damage did she take from this? Amos intended to cause bruising 3/10 for Attacks: +2 for shoulder throw +1 for grip with jaws 5/5 for Defenses: +1 for hackles raised +1 for pinned ears +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for tucked tail +1 for claws dug in 9/10 for Injuries: -1 for light bruising to back (damage assigned by judge) Status 2/12 for Experience: +1 beginner intellectual +1 beginner fighter 5/5 for Health: Pack member? y Unhealed event status? n Unhealed fight status? n Aurielle’s round three total: 43/62 AMOS: WRITING 9/10 for Power Play: Godmoding -1 “...eyes narrowed as they began rolling in the dirt...” You can't assume that Aurielle fell with Amos 8/10 for Clarity: Attacks -1 which leg did he use to kick a Aurielle? Damage -1 What happened to Aurielle's attempt to grab Amos' left hind leg? 3/10 for Attacks: +1 for bear hug +1 for kick +1 for grip 4/5 for Defenses: +1 for narrowed eyes +1 for flattened ears +1 for tucked tail +1 for raised hackles 9/10 for Injuries: -1 for light bruising to left hind leg Status 5/12 for Experience: +2 novice fighter +3 intermediate intellectual 5/5 for Health: Pack member? y Unhealed event status? n Unhealed fight status? n Amos' round three total: 43/62 Totals: Aurielle: 135/186 Amos: 134/186 And the winner is... AURIELLE! Amos must give up by either submitting, fleeing, or passing out. Damage: Both: Bruising – 3 days Lacerations – 4 days Notes: Tips for writing and some suggestions. (no points are deducted here): For both: My notes are in the deductions above! - By Lazuli