Dómari really hadn't expected to be back here in Boreas. He had expected to find some sign of Alarik that he could then follow but no matter what he tried, no matter how hard he searched, how many wolves he asked, every trail turned up cold. He wasn't going to find his brother. Hell, he wasn't going to find any of his siblings. There was no sign of anyone. Just him. Dómari had realized he was alone and it was like a slap in the face that shook him right through his soul and punched him in the gut with enough force that he felt like he could vomit.

So, he returned to the only place that he could consider a home. The only place he had any friends that could really remember. The years of wandering had taken their toll and some days he wasn't sure if he even remembered his own name. Well, no, that wasn't true. He did know his name. He just longed for someone else to say it.

Praying that they might still take him back he threw back his head and howled for Regulus. He didn't want to be abandoned again.

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Aurielle Adravendi

She was scraping a hide, not with her teeth, but with a sharpened-edged scapula from a deer. It was messing work—this was the fleshing portion of the job. The deer had already been quartered and cached, and now the hide would be cured and tanned, hair on. However a howl filtered to her ears from the border. It was… familiar. Somehow… The bone tumbled from her jaws as the hide went flying. The white Spirit was already halfway down the ravine before it flopped to the ground, leaving a baffled lemur half buried. Aurielle was fairly flying by the time she reached the border and didn’t stop the barreling approach before she launched herself with a “Dómari?!” at the male, fully aimed for a strangle hug around the shoulders, tail thrashing. It was about time something went right. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Dómari nervously shifted from paw to paw as he waited for an answer to his call. When he received one it wasn't at all who he expected. "A-Au-Aurielle?" He managed to stutter out just before she crashed into him, arms wrapping around the base of his neck. He steadied himself to make sure they weren't going to flop over. "Spirits above, you've grown!" She'd been a small pup when he'd last seen her and if she was answering his call did that mean she was the leader now? It wouldn't have surprised him. He knew she'd been destined for it.

Dómari stepped back so he could better speak to her. "My hunt for Alarik was unsuccessful and if it's alright, I'd like to rejoin Valhalla." He held his breath, hoping she'd say yes.

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Aurielle Adravendi

She strangled the man with a hug before she released him, backing away and regaining some of her decorum, though a smile still rested on her face, tail waving slowly. She sobered slightly as she heard that he couldn’t find Alarik. But relief unfurled in her breast as he said he wished to return home. She was a little surprised he knew the pack’s new name—perhaps he’d heard about the change somehow. “I’m glad you’ve come home. You’re more than welcome to return. There’ve been a lot of changes to the ranks and the way the pack works, though.” She shifted to the side, tipping her head into the territory, offering for him to walk with her. Once he was in stride, she told him of everything that had happened, from deaths, to the pack system and circles and ranks, and how everything worked (though she didn’t explain in detail about the Shadow Circle, leaving it at them being wolves of a certain caliber that were both hunters and fighters). She paused often, letting him catch up and process, and finally finished with a breath. “What Circles are considering? Or would you like some time to think?” Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

ooc: I goofed lets just pretend she told him about the pack name change.

Dómari was pleased to be welcomed home and he listened attentively as she detailed the changes in the pack and all the ranks. It was a lot to take in but he knew where his talents lay, what few he had. "I'm considering the War Circle. The only thing I have any talent at is fighting." He had started studying healing as a young wolf but his skills had fallen by the way side as he'd been traveling. Most of his focus had been on hunting and fighting. Of course, his fighting skills still needed work as well. He was passable but nothing stellar and he definitely wished to start training again to show he was worth the packs time.

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Aurielle Adravendi

As Domari offered his choice, Aurielle nodded. He’d done well in the raid from what her father had told her, and she had no issue with Domari traveling in the War Circle at all. “What of the Healing Circle? Will you still be making healing lessons hard on Paladin or?” Her tone was amused, teasing gently. She remembered that lesson distinctly, and how dissatisfied Dom and Justice had been with being taught birthing instead of field healing. After several more strides she turned and settled into a stance, browpoints lifting as she added, “Care for a spar to see where you’re at?” Her fighting stance was a fluid, natural thing, clearly well-practiced and ingrained into her being by now, and her eyes were challenging him. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Dómari shook his head noncommittally as Aurielle asked about the Healing Circle. "I think it best I focus on the one skill for now. I don't know if I want to pick up healing or change my study to hunting. I'm afraid everything fell to the way side when I went wandering." There'd been little time to train when he was devoting every waking moment to trying to track down his family. Those were some good times though. He enjoyed paling around with Justice. Maybe he should consider taking healing up again.

“Care for a spar to see where you’re at?”

Dómari grinned though he was secretly nervous. He was so rusty, he hated to embarrass himself in front of Aurielle but she'd find out sooner or later. Dómari set his defenses. "After you, milady."

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Aurielle Adravendi

She nodded as he answered, filing the thought away for the future. “We can always use hunters. Laisren’s been missing since before the volcano erupted, and Red, a newer member, Is the only one really pulling any weight. He’s been making snares and traps to help ease the strain and require fewer wolves.” She flashed a toothy grin as he accepted, and as he set his defenses she watched, taking notes of how smoothly or not-so-smoothly he moved before she launched forward, aiming to close the distance hard and fast, not focusing on any one part of his body with her eyes. She sought to come at the male head-on, ducking low at the least moment as she angled slightly to her right abruptly at the last stride, aiming to come to Domari’s left. Her head swooped down, jaws parting to aim for his left foreleg, below the ankle, wanting to snatch it in her teeth in a firm grasp, while seeking to keep her momentum. She hoped to capture the leg and drag it sharply backward and send Domari toppling face first with the momentum. It was a move similar to what she’d pulled on Red, one that wouldn’t harm her sparring partner much. As she went, she sought to slam herself hard into Domari’s left shoulder with her right shoulder. Aurielle Rhiannon Marie Adravendi vs Domari Xanilov for Test Spar Round 1/3? Age: Over 1 Year Size: Medium Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed leather bracers Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather torso armor Companion 1: Mountain lion, Male - Battle Mutation 1: Long upper canines - Offensive Skills: Master Intellectual & Expert Fighter Specialty: N/A Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Dómari swiftly set his defenses. The very action felt rusty and strange and he knew he was going to be in for the fight of his life. He just prayed he showed enough potential that Aurielle wouldn't be disappointed in him. Aurielle shot forward and shifted so she was coming in towards Dómari's left. He wasn't going to beat her in speed so he hunkered down and waited for his moment. As he head dove down so did his. Dómari attempted to catch Aurielle's scruff in his teeth to halt her forward momentum and prevent her from getting his leg though instinct kicked in. At the same time he dove for her scruff he shifted his weight to his hind legs and front right leg as he sought to raise his left foreleg out of her reach. He felt her teeth graze his left forepaw and then her right shoulder slammed into his left shoulder. There would definitely be severe bruising but as his weight was already leaning away from his left side he wasn't toppled.

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Round 1/3
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: N/A

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OOC: Sucky spar tag!

Aurielle Adravendi

She caught the flicker of movement from the corner of her eye as his head ducked with her, and as her teeth grazed his leg, missing the grip she’d sought, she flicked a shake of her head, sending her mane rippling, lifting it off her scruff in time for only the hairs to be caught in his teeth, rather than her scruff. The mane could yank free of her skin, which would hurt, but it was better than being captured by the actual scruff. She winced as she sought to rip free, twisting her frame to her right, toward Domari, aiming to bring them into a rough L, front end to front end and sought to slashed parted jaws and gleaming canines for the male’s face, aiming for his muzzle and aiming to clamp her upper jaw and canines over the top of his jaw as her forelegs lifted, weight shifting to her hind end as she sought to propel herself into Domari’s shoulder with her chest, front legs reaching forward to seek out his forelegs and wrap about them, hoping to yank both legs to the side and bring her opponent down. Aurielle Rhiannon Marie Adravendi vs Domari for Spar Round 2/3 Age: Over 1 Year Size: Medium Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed leather bracers Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather torso armor Companion 1: Mountain lion, Male - Battle Mutation 1: Long upper canines - Offensive Skills: Master Intellectual & Expert Fighter Specialty: N/A Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Dómari's fangs seized hold of Aurielle's hair but it wasn't a sustainable grip and she promptly broke away. He quickly placed all four paws on the ground to steady himself. As she pivoted, so did he in an effort to keep them face to face. She charged and he coiled his legs sharply, dropping like a stone, his belly mere inches from the ground as his head twisted to the side. He sought to snag her left foreleg in his jaws and send her toppling over him. He was fairly certain he could bear her weight even if it left his back vulnerable. In dropping so swiftly her fangs only grazed the top of his head and her chest failed to connect as he was now practically laying on the ground. Hopefully he could get a good hit in and slow her down a little bit.

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Round 2/3
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: N/A

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Aurielle Adravendi

He steadied and pivoted, bringing them back to facing each other as he dropped almost to his belly. Her teeth grazed his crown, and as she spotted his head jerking for her legs she snapped them up, correcting as his jaws and teeth grazed her paw before abruptly bringing both front paws down, using her built up momentum, aiming to pin his head to the ground in a move that was almost like a pup in play, but at a lot higher speed. She didn’t stop at that, aiming to essentially bury the man under her full weight and body, not caring if she happened to get sent toppling if he retaliated by throwing her—she was pleased with his performance, and felt she had a grasp of his skill level, and where to place him in the War Circle. A smile was visible through her parted jaws and mutely snarling expression as she aimed to chomp for one of his ears, head twisted to aim wit her back teeth rather than the front, not wishing to give him a pierced ear. Aurielle Rhiannon Marie Adravendi vs (Domari) for (Spar) Round 3/3 Age: Over one Year Size: Medium Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed leather bracers Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather torso armor Companion 1: Mountain lion, Male - Battle Mutation 1: Long upper canines - Offensive Skills: Master Intellectual & Expert Fighter Specialty: N/A Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Dómari's fangs grazed her paw and he immediately looked up and threw his jaws wide. He didn't have a whole lot of room to maneuver and so he just attempted to grab one of Aurielle's paws that was diving down for his head. It was a risky counter. She could damage his tongue or scratch his throat but he was here to prove himself. He had to give her a challenge and he wasn't done yet. Do to the shifting of his head to try and grab her right fore paw her left missed his head but slammed right into the top of his right shoulder. His ears flicked back, his hackles raised as his shoulders rolled forward, neck scrunching back. He braced himself to see if he'd grab the other paw or if she'd fall clean down on top of him.

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Round 3/3
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Hunter
Specialty: N/A

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And the winner is...

DOMARI

AURIELLE must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Aurielle: 190.2 (1, 26, 31, 78 - Adjusted to 1.4, 28.6, 31, 97.5) Domari: 208.78 (56, 8, 30, 95 - Adjusted to 56, 8.8, 30, 95)

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Aurielle Adravendi

Aurielle did indeed get sent toppling, tail over tea kettle onto her back, laughing as she flopped out on the ground. “You win! Welcome to Valhalla, Courage.” And there it stood. His rank. A good one to hold so soon in returning. As long as he kept up his training and maintained the initiative, he’d climb quickly. She rolled to her paws and shook out her coat, sending a cloud of white hair drifting away on the breeze as she turned to smile at the man. “It’ll be good to have you home. I think Justice will be particularly glad to see you.” She padded forward, tail waving as she gestured an offer for him to follow. “We’ve a new face or two. Gwen’s children have grown up. There’s a new man named Red. He’s Running in the War and Hunter’s Circles, so I’d seek him out for sparring as well if I were you. He’s got a few interesting features that should prove interesting to face against. If you decide to walk in the Hunter’s Circle, I look forward to hunting with the three of you.” Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Dómari toppled Aurielle and succeeded in claiming victory. He swiftly released her and moved to make space between them before staring at her, stunned that he'd managed to win. It had been ages since he'd spared another wolf but apparently it was the sort of skill that came back. His muscles remembered even if his mind did not. He smiled as he was given the rank of courage.

Dómari nodded as she updated him on the pack members. "I definitely want to do some hunting! I'll make sure to find Red and introduce myself but you're right, I'm anxious to see Justice. I've got some explaining to do. Thanks, Aurielle, for welcoming me back."


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