She just considered picking up the pieces. She hd once fought for this spot she would do it again. Voodoo felt empowered the air around her crackled in the sunlight. Standing tall she took a look around. Would any members of Mivrovis decide to follow her on a new path? She was hoping a few familiar faces maybe even some Kleins would come. Voodoo felt like she was making her mother proud, ruling was in her blood.

Today marked the day Validus would be born. She plannd on holding onto to it with her life. She wanted to lad by example and claw her way into the world. Powerfull she called out come join or reap what you sow by challenging her.

Tomie had been kept away from the last time her mother had fought for a pack, she'd been a child then after all but now she was in her young adult years and that meant she could chose where she would stand this time. Not that she had any plans to chose anything but standing with her mother. Maybe that was partially just because at this point Voodoo was the only consistent thing in her life and she was loath to let what little stability she had go or maybe it was because she truly believed in her mother... Or maybe it was both... Or neither. But it didn't matter, she heard her mother's voice lift in call, the scent of the alpha already starting to fade and Tomie didn't even question it, she simply dropped what she was doing and went to her mother.

She said nothing, simply walked up to her mother and gently bumped her head into the woman's skull, she was taller now than her mother and that was something that she was still learning to process, somehow from where she was it made her mother look weaker than she'd never known the woman to actually be, by far the strongest wolf Tomie knew was her mother. She gave her a small smile and then seated herself beside her mother, wondering who, if anyone would show up, would she have to watch her mother fight for this?

"Tomie"

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The pack to the north had fallen. Víðarr could feel something in his bones, in his very soul. A tug on the little red string that held them all together. The call of his gods. It's a call that echoed in every breath, every wet throb from the lump of meat within his ribs. All of it held such promise. All of it held such beautiful things. His posture was upright, proud. A call shattered the silence, the serenity of the day. He wouldn't be alone in his bid-- good. Víðarr would forever be fated to fight. This was no different. As she melted into view, the shadow appraised his opponent. A girl. She was shorter, lighter than his own massive frame. Drawing to what he deemed an appropriate distance before speaking, Víðarr allowed a smile to wash over his rugged features. "You will fight me." He would not chase the humor from his words. Víðarr stood tall, weight carefully distributed over all four paws. Confidence radiated from the large, shadowy figure. The gods had already determined how this would end, who was he to distrust their judgement? All he needed to do now was fight. "Ladies first." Víðarr dipped his chin, an invitation. She could start them off, he didn't mind. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits.

Víðarr VS Voodoo for pack claim
Round 0/?
Height: 45"
Build: heavy

Pack challenge purchase is on Víðarr's profile.
(Edited to fix a coding error)

She had left Tojo-Kai behind. Not without remorse as she would infinitely always miss her pack mates from the bamboo. They had been kind to her and treated her as one of their own. For that, she would forever be thankful and in debt to Hattori. Tenshi would consider it mercy that he had allowed her to leave. He could have said no and prevented her from moving north. Yet, she was here now, standing just behind Vidarr. A few feet away, her own eyes lingered on the challenging female. Smaller indeed, but perhaps to not be taken for granted. She had seen Fuji take on fierce predators three times her size. This challenge would indeed be interesting. Settling back on her haunches, Tenshi sits tall as she wraps her tail around her paws. She notices the younger wolf near the female and wonders if they are related. There is a lot for her to wonder about as she awaits for the next move. Would more come to watch? Or would this be it? Surely the ones who stood behind Vidarr would also show their faces.

Honestly she had been hoping to be contested. She had fought lurid for this same pack and lost. Silently she wonfered if it was the gods fate. What was a Klein eithout a few fights on their belt. She sized up the opponent and it felt like everything was only focused on the two of them. She couldnt help it, she believed in honor among fighters losers or not. A battle was a different kind of intimacy. "Voodoo, best of luck." hed given her the opportunity to start.

-fight start-

He was clearly a foot taller than her, thicker in build. Voodoo felt the adrenaline start through her heat pulsing through her fur. In a matter of seconds it began.

Voodoo's ears were pinned to the back of her skull, hiding them from potential tearing. Her tail leveled straight to help with her balance before she pushed off her back legs, aiming to throw her full bodyweight forward. Voodoo dug her paws into the terrain for traction, hoping to aid her assault. The woman faced him head-on, her right shoulder aiming for Vidarr's left front limb. She attempted to ram her right shoulder into the lower portion inside Vidarr's left leg, where it connected to his chest in between his left shoulder.

Her eyes narrowed to protect her vision. Bundling her scruff around her neck and shoulders, Voodoo hoped it would make it harder for her opponent to get a hold. Her jaws sprang into action, an instinctual need driving her. She snarled, the muscles around her face bunching, revealing slightly yellow teeth within her maw. Lifting her head up, she aimed to latch her teeth onto the lower side of Vidarr's left jaw. The upper portion of her maw seeks just above the jaw line, the lower portion aiming closer to his throat. She splayed her toes across the terrain, making sure her body weight was aimed forward and down. Stomach muscles clenched to protect her belly and, as she hoped, to keep her balance.

Voodoo vs Víðarr for pack claim
Round 1/3
Height: 38"
Build: Medium

The call for claiming the land that had belonged to another pack rang across the land and reached Tove’s ears. She is a broken woman whose life has little meaning since the death of her brother and, if she hadn’t pledged her services to Kotori, the scarred wolf would not even be around. There had been a moment of hope months ago when she had run into Víðarr and vented her feelings to him and he had held her, loved her and then slipped away from her again. It was too much for the woman and she has been broken hearted and alone since that day.

Hiding away in Valta’s lands and nursing her shattered heart, the woman sullenly waits for the day she can leave this mortal plane. Yet, as the call fades, some unseen force urges her to go and watch the claiming. Tove moves slowly, feeling that there is no need to rush since she hardly cares about… anything. Because of this, she arrives to a battle already underway and her duel-toned eyes find a monochrome woman locked in battle with…

Her heart stops as do her paws and she sucks in a breath at the sight of the large Shadow, fighting to claim the pack. Emotions that she has fought to suppress for so long, slam into her again, stealing her breath and almost causing the woman to turns around and flee. The sight of the man who keeps giving her hope and then stealing it away is almost too much to handle and she feels her legs beginning to shake.

However, Tove is a loyal woman and she had promised the man that, if he ever did claim a pack, she would be there. It is a noble endeavor that he seeks to fulfill his promise of giving his family a home but it kills her to be here. With a soft sigh she angles herself to move behind him, offering her support while staying far away from any other wolves that are there. Settling onto her haunches, the woman sits straight backed, rigid and tense as she waits for the moment the fight is done so she can flee back to Valta.


"Tove Baade"

With Tenshi at his back, Víðarr felt as though he could take on the world.  Anything for her.  Everything for her.  Though he wouldn’t dwell on the thought, her presence alone was enough to make all of this, all of him, come alive.  Best of luck, the sentiment came.  “Víðarr Trygg.”  He offers his name, and a stiff, careful nod.  Was she relying on luck?  Surely she couldn’t be.  Why would he need luck?  Especially when the outcome of this battle had been decided long ago in the eyes of the gods.  He was still missing pieces of this place, the culture, the people.  That didn’t matter, not here and not now.  Víðarr felt the berserker inside him stirring, icy gaze glimmering as it fixed on Voodoo.   Fight start In giving her the first move, Víðarr could see just what the girl was made of.  On Voodoo’s move to rush him, the shadow did not yield.  He would take a spare few steps to meet her, nails digging hard into the earth beneath his feet as he moved.  Gathering as much power as he could in his hind legs, it was only a heartbeat until she was within striking distance.  From there, the viking lurched forward at a shallow angle.  Though she slammed into him, Víðarr would do his best to slam right back.  If she wanted to be close, he was happy to get close.  Close benefitted the viking, with his advanced size and bulk, far more than it did the girl.   He would take the impact to the outside of his left foreleg, not the inside.  Víðarr had protected his chest for now, though the dull ache that radiated through his forequarters foreshadowed the bruise in his future.  For now, pain served as fuel to his fire.  The viking could only hope that the impact had affected Voodoo similarly.   A menacing growl echoed from his chest.  Víðarr pinned his ears clean to his skull, tucked his chin to protect his throat.  He recognized that he wasn’t fast enough to land the first bite.  Instead, Voodoo connected with his lower cheek.  The viking grimaced and snarled, feeling his flesh give way to the bite.  Voodoo had successfully latched onto the side of his face, though the adrenaline coursing through his system was enough to dull the pain.  In the same instant, Víðarr moved to throw the bulk of his head and forequarters into her.  If she wanted to bite, let her bite.  He forced himself in the direction that she had struck from.  The viking attempted to pressure into her and downward, continuing the trajectory she’d already begun.   Víðarr fought to maintain control as he continued driving his weight in Voodoo’s direction.  Relative control, in the heat of combat.  He grounded himself in his rear end, sinking his weight.  Confident in his stance, Víðarr lifted his left foreleg while lashing out fervently with his teeth.  It was reckless, and he did not aim with precision, instead seeking purchase wherever he could find it.  The threat of a savage bite was merely a diversion– Víðarr’s real aim was to tangle his left foreleg among Voodoo’s.  The viking wanted her off balance, wanted to use his weight to force her to the ground beneath him.  Balance.  In the fight to maintain his own, the viking’s hind toes splayed, nails digging into the ground in the search for more control.  The delicate balance between chaos and control– he reveled in it.   VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits.

Víðarr VS Voodoo for pack claim
Round 1/3
Height: 45"
Build: heavy

Word had spread. Mirovis has fallen. The news came as both a surprise and yet no surprise at all to Alastor. He knew Lurid had a flighty personality after she had abandoned him and Kichi last time, but when she had secured her new empire, he had been sure she would remain a fixture in these lands for some time. It seemed he had been wrong. And oh, how pleased he was to be wrong! Making the short trip to see for himself and to gloat to his nemesis Requiem, the dark form of the giant wolf crested the grassy hill that overlooked the ancient ship. Sure enough, the scent markers of his ex-fiancée had grown stale and were barely perceptible anymore. Lurid was gone once again it seemed.

Approaching the ship, the sounds of combat broke the stillness of the coastal region, perking the man’s red-dipped ears. A fight, eh? Likely for the scraps of Mirovis for whatever would come from these smoldering ashes. Intrigued and enticed by the thrill of getting to watch some good old-fashioned bloodshed, Alastor made his way over to the small group of wolves that had formed, taking note of the combatants. The woman he did not recognize, but the brute he was familiar with. Obsidian eyes widened with interest and a grin formed on dark lips as Alastor watched Víðarr commence his fight for his claim, the giant fluff ball of a wolf seating himself a short distance off, close enough to offer his show of support to the viking man without getting too involved in the violence. Good luck, handsome viking!

"Alastor Mendacium"

Voodoo felt her adrenaline pick up her heart beat. Blood coursing quickly through her making warmth spread throughout her limbs. She knew shr would have to use her wits but that didn't matter. Her opponent met her with force. Her right shoulder collided with the outside of his left foreleg. Pain welled in her chest, she definitely would feel slight bruising on the right side of her chest. Her tail curved to the right to help her balance. Toes splayed harshly into the soil as a growl escaped her.

The bite on his cheek connected, but she didn't allow the small victory to distract her from her task. Reveling in the fur and flesh that detached with her jaws. Gladly his weight pushed against her his head aiming to recklessly snap. Voodoo felt thrilled, her hackles raised to protect her nape. She tucked her chin closer to her chest immidaitely protecting her throat, her narrowed eyes watching gleaming teeth avoid her face by mere centimeters, though not without ripping out some of her fur atop her head as she shrank to protect her head. She kept her ears pinned to her skull wanting to keep the easy targets from being attacked. Taking her right left leg and aiming to swing her rump closer to Vidars left side hoping to place them at an acute angle. Her tail kept pace while in a few precious moments she reacted.

She felt his left shoulder shift at the same time he tried to bite her. Voodoo took advantage of her smaller size. As his left forelimb sought her own she bent her knees slightly momentarily and struck out. The woman's right shoulder sought to push into his ribs just behind his left front leg. Voodoo aimed to spring her head towards his right front forelimb. Her jaws seeking the mid right foreleg leaning into her weight into the attack as she attempted to shove him. His left leg caught the edge of her toes, the force making her wince but his attempt to ground her had failed. She continued to try to drive her weight with force into him. Relying on that lifted left leg of his to possibly help her tip him over to his right side. Hopefully the larger he was the harder he would fall. Her back legs clenched with strain letting the dance take her over.

Voodoo vs Víðarr for pack claim
Round 2/3
Height: 38"
Build: Medium

Force. Víðarr did everything with great force. His weight advantage would be a blessing and a curse, he was certain of that much. The man could do a great deal of damage just by throwing his weight around. Still, it left him slower and less nimble. Close quarters combat would always send a thrill through his system. He was alive. Víðarr tucked his chin, keeping the tender flesh around his throat protected. Reckless, not stupid. He spat, sending the fur he’d pulled out flying. The woman swung her rump towards him instead, and he couldn’t help but let go a brassy, humorless laugh. “No, girl, you’re not my type.” Her teeth connected with his right foreleg. Víðarr winced, feeling the flesh give way as the bite landed. His lifted left foreleg slammed back to the ground in the same instant, and Víðarr was able to regain his balance. The viking sunk his weight into his powerful hind legs, relying on them to keep him steady as Voodoo slammed into his ribs. The girl was too small to topple him like this, silly thing. Víðarr kept his chin tucked low, ears pinned to his skull as he struck out in retaliation. There would be little sweeter than the taste of her blood on his tongue, the viking decided. It was a relentless counterassault, and he was aiming for the woman’s face. He was not precise about it, instead choosing to reach for whatever bit happened to be closest. Víðarr moved to swing his rear end away from her now, changing the angle of his assault. Gathering all of the strength, all of the raw power in his muscular hind legs, the man moved to lurch fully into Voodoo’s space with renewed vigor. His teeth sought the back of her neck, a bid for control. The rest of his shadowy form plowed towards where he estimated her shoulders to meet with her back. Víðarr's shoulders hunched. The force he acted with was immense. Every movement Víðarr made was with intent to sunder bone, to rend flesh. Bleeding and brilliant, the viking was in his glory. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits.

Víðarr VS Voodoo for pack claim
Round 2/3
Height: 45"
Build: heavy

In her mind she laughed. Maybe if she'd been into men he would've been an image of power. His words were only met with a ferocious growl, the blood of warrior ancestors coursing through her. She may have been smaller than him but she was fierce. And he was sure as hell giving her a fun fight.

Her advantage was her speed, keeping her center of gravity low when he attempted an assault. Voodoo tried to yank her head towards the left keeping her chin tucked as she felt his jaws snap at her right cheek feeling shallow cuts burn through her. Her stomach muscles tightened to keep her balance, her toes spread as all of a sudden he swung away. Voodoo let it happen if he wanted to throw his weight around. She was having too much fun.



Voodoo quickly bunched her hind legs then, keeping her shoulders rolled inward for padding. With her eyes narrowed and ears properly tucked to her skull she reacted. While her opponent came down she aimed to dive forward. Attempting to open her jaws and aiming for his soft underbelly just behind his chest. His body collided, voodoos back legs taking the brunt of moderate bruising as his teeth managed to latch on her back below her right front leg. She felt the moderate bite and leaned into his force. While her teeth sought his stomach, she aimed to take her left back leg and kick out, aiming for his right forelimb. Another attempt to ground the giant. She just hoped she hadn't left herself more vulnerable.


Voodoo vs Víðarr for pack claim
Round 3/3
Height: 38"
Build: Medium

The girl growled. Víðarr was pleased with himself, as it felt like he’d struck a nerve. Blood was magic, bloodlines too. Voodoo was not the only one with bloody, brilliant, warrior ancestry. The gods, the fates, they had all led him here. Sure, the girl before him was trying her best to be ferocious, but for what? If Voodoo felt the need to prove something, then she’d already lost. Ah, but she was a quick one. Despite her best efforts, Víðarr’s teeth had found purchase in her cheek, the bite shallow. Voodoo stayed on her feet for now, and the viking’s relentless assault continued. The fight wore on, and he found his muscles aching from the effort. Víðarr pressed through it, remaining purposeful in every step, well grounded on the earth beneath his paws. Voodoo wanted his soft bits. His belly or his chest… no. Víðarr could not and would not allow that. He jerked sideways with a deep growl, her teeth narrowly missing the soft flesh. His own landed, the metallic taste of blood filling the viking’s mouth. Voodoo leaned in, and Víðarr dug in deeper. Relentless and violent, borderline otherworldly– the shadowy creature would make his gods proud. Though she kicked out, Víðarr did well to maintain his balance. His muscles tensed, and he received the blow without losing himself. Her kick landed against him with a dull thud, and the viking saw his window. With Voodoo briefly on three legs, the shadow reached out with his teeth. He reached out for her hip with a savage snap of his jaws. Víðarr rallied for the last of his assault, growing reckless and wild. His teeth did not stop after lashing out the first time. The viking continued trying to bite and snap at Voodoo’s hindquarters, his ears pinned cleanly to his skull. The thick scent of blood and gore was going straight to his head. Little would stop Víðarr in his pursuit of carnage. He forced his massive frame forward, ideally into the space Voodoo had just occupied. It was another effort to throw his weight into her. Víðarr acted with intent to stagger her at least, to crush her at best. Though his stamina began to wane, the viking’s heart kept him going. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits.

Víðarr VS Voodoo for pack claim
Round 3/3
Height: 45"
Build: heavy

It had been sheer luck that had Corbie in the north when a call for a pack claim rose in the land that had been claimed by Mirovas, the pack that had made her so wary. She was curious and, more than that, she needed to know the outcome of this match without relying on rumor once again. She wanted to witness it with her own eyes. She was heading towards Armada's market with goods, though, so she had to cache them before turning towards the other lands, so the fight was all but decided already when she reached where she could view it. There were few others there to witness the battle, and no other alphas had appeared. It didn't seem that either participant was accounted to be of political importance, as when she herself had countered Kotori's claim, with him being allied to so many other packs. Still, she settled herself some distance away from everyone else to see who would prove the victor here.

VOODOO vs VIDARR for PACK CLAIM ROUND ONE VOODOO: WRITING 9/10 for Power Play: -1 make sure you attempt to close the distance between yourself and your opponent when starting off a fight 8/10 for Clarity: -1 I don't quite follow her jaw positioning, particularly the angle she's at, like where the lower fangs are meant to land -1 don't forget to list your intent with an attack in regards to damage, gaining holds, etc. 4/10 for Attacks: +2 shoulder throw +2 bite 5/5 for Defenses: all defenses valid 10/10 for Injuries: first round Status 3/12 for Experience: +3 Intermediate Healer 4/5 for Health: loner VOODOO’s round one total: 43/62 VIDARR: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: None Seen 2/10 for Clarity: -1 "lurched forward at a shallow angle." I don't quite follow, do you mean the leap forms an angle up or is he trying to angle off to the side? -2 you say he's slamming back, how is he aligning himself? what part of his body is he trying to slam with? This line could be interpreted in many different ways. I'm not sure if this is an attack. -1 how severe is the damage done by Voodoo's attacks? -2 "moved to throw the bulk of his head and forequarters into her." What parts of his forequarters is he using? Where on Voodoo is he trying to strike? It's important to be specific and clear with attacks. -1 "instead seeking purchase wherever he could find it."  you must pick a target -1 where is his left leg aiming? like how is he trying to "tangle" it with voodoo. 4/10 for Attacks: +1 body slam (as he was already trying to press into her the lack of momentum would lead to less damage) +2 bite +1 paw throw 5/5 for Defenses: all defenses valid 10/10 for Injuries: first round, no deductions taken moderate bruising to outer left leg moderate punctures to left cheek Status 12/12 for Experience: +6 Master Hunter +6 Master Fighter 4/5 for Health: loner VIDARRs round one total: 47/62 ROUND TWO VOODOO: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: None Seen 4/10 for Clarity: -1 how did Voodoo move to avoid his fangs? -2 "taking her right left leg" which is it, right or left? where is she taking it? Is it a front or back leg? -1 don't forget to state damage intent -1 I imagine Voodoo being on Vidarr's left side, how is she stretching her head over to his right leg? -1 " she attempted to shove him" what is she shoving into him? where is she shoving him? 4/10 for Attacks: +2 shoulder throw +2 bite 4/5 for Defenses: +1 for each valid defense 9/10 for Injuries: -0 light bruising to shoulder -1 bruised toes Status 3/12 for Experience: +3 Intermediate Healer 4/5 for Health: loner VOODOO’s round two total: 38/62 VIDARR: WRITING 8/10 for Power Play: -2 too much movement, he bites, moves away then bites again. You generally only have time to attack with a body part once in a round 6/10 for Clarity: -1 make sure to clarify the extend of damage received from an attack -1 "instead choosing to reach for whatever bit happened to be closest." you need to pick a specific target -1 you mention he's swinging away from her, how far? how is he trying to align himself? -1 what portion of his body is he trying to throw into her shoulders 4/10 for Attacks: +2 bite +2 bite 2/5 for Defenses: +1 each valid defense 7/10 for Injuries: -2 moderate punctures to right foreleg -1 light bruising to left ribs Status 12/12 for Experience: +6 Master Hunter +6 Master Fighter 4/5 for Health: loner VIDARRs round two total: 43/62 ROUND THREE VOODOO: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: None Seen 6/10 for Clarity: -1 "towards the left " whose left? -1 how is she aiming for his underbelly? Is she going through his front legs or in from an angle? -1 where did his body collide with hers? -1 "latch on her back below her right front leg." I don't understand this positioning 4/10 for Attacks: +2 bite +2 kick 5/5 for Defenses: all defenses valid 6/10 for Injuries: -1 minor lacerations to cheek -1 moderate bruising to… top of shoulders? -2 moderate puncture wounds to back Status 3/12 for Experience: +3 Intermediate Healer 4/5 for Health: loner VOODOO’s round three total: 38/62 VIDARR: WRITING 10/10 for Power Play: None Seen 6/10 for Clarity: -2 "He jerked sideways with a deep grow" To which side? How did he move? stepping? leaping? I'm not clear on how he avoided her attack -1 which hip is he aiming for? -1 what part of his body is he hoping to slam into her and where? 4/10 for Attacks: +2 bite +2 body slam 0/5 for Defenses: none seen 9/10 for Injuries: -1 moderate bruising to leg Status 12/12 for Experience: +6 Master Hunter +6 Master Fighter 4/5 for Health: loner VIDARRs round three total: 45/62 Totals: VOODOO: 119/186 VIDARR: 135/186 And the winner is... VIDARR! VOODOO must give up by either submitting, fleeing, or passing out. Notes: The main issue for both of you was clarity. Make sure to pick specific targets and clarify what part of their body your character is using to attack. King, I'd recommend leveling up Voodoo's skills. Vidarr got an extra +12 points each round b/c he's double master compared to her +3. Leveling her skills will help even the playing field between her and higher skilled opponents. - By Lunarcat7