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FOR THE LEGION!
Posted 05-29-2017, 05:49 PM | This post was last modified: 05-29-2017, 05:52 PM by Bhaltair
Anaxagoras
Unregistered
,
in, lbs
ep
© 
from the ashes, we will rise.
Anaxagoras is delivered unto a bleak dawn with a certain abruptness, eyes snapping open with a sharp inhale. It is the first night in a long time that he has not dreamt of Pantaleon -- that alone was reason enough for the dark man to awaken, startled and disconcerted. In her stead, he strolled through a white winter's veil, as cold and relentless as the crystalline flakes falling all around him. A voiceless Kiyoshi hung, unmoving and keen, within the vortex swirling where a blue sky ought to be. Clearly, the vision has been a sign -- and it is no accident that it has arrived to him in the slumber which trailed his meeting with Bhaltair. In a world abound with the Divines, there are no coincidences -- only choices, each with their own inevitable end.

He emerges from his den panting heavily and slick with night-sweat. The steep barrel of a chest heaves betwixt his shaking legs, and the heir leans a shoulder against the wall of his humble den to steel himself and catch his breath. Today is the day, he thinks firmly to himself, and there's resolution smoldering in the suns of his eyes. No longer will he languish away in the shadow of Xyntanza's Hill, guided by naught but the mildness of complacency. In the image of Kiyoshi himself, Anaxagoras shoves away from the wall and stumbles out into the watery light of an almost-winter's morn -- and finds himself pleasantly surprised by a thin layer of feathery white blanketing everything within sight. In the hush of this fresh, unexpected snow, he involuntarily gasps. " Kiyoshi be praised, " he murmurs, the veneration's heaviness neatly sprawled across his shoulders; it is a burden he's all too willing to bear. All at once, the chill in the air bites at his skin through the thick of his leonine shawl; he becomes acutely aware of the rime delicately wreathed around stiffened branches overhead, and of the distinct absence of babbling from a nearby stream, born of the Naveen. For once, his woe is forgotten; he shakes the sleep from his bones and departs from the mountain with only echoes of ambition in the chambers of his heart. A champion's gait, tried and true, governs his trajectory toward the devil's ruins, and he is appeased by the crunch resounding beneath his paws. They beat to the drumming cadence of war! and are fortified by a confidence equal in measure to the legionnaire's faith. For all his faults, Anaxagoras Dalmasca is loath to harbor a scintilla of doubt in the face of his patron-god --and the might of a man's conviction is greater than that of his wherewithal.

Oiled and mechanical, the legionnaire cuts a straight path toward the battle-ring. Everything he has mulled over as of late would come to fruition within the dust-dredged arena, where the metallic tang of blood is powerful enough to taste -- and o, he is wanton to steep the earth in the diluted blood of his rival-to-be, and seize a righteous victory for not only himself, but for the Legion. His approach is marked with slicked-back ears and daunting, narrowed eyes, which deliberately pour over every nuance of the devil's ruins with meticulous dedication. At last, he carefully selects a swath of bare earth on the easternmost side of the ruins; while the ground below is bereft of debris, clusters of rubble and eroded, ancient stone rise up from the arena at his back. Though the light of day is feeble, obscured by a sky smeared with thick grey-periwinkle clouds, the snowfall begins to gradually wane until the last flake flutters down to rest upon the umbra-beast's nose. He squints at the flake as it melts before his eyes, then shakes his maw before tucking it low over his throat. The ridge of his back comes alive in a cresting sea of inked hackles, starkly contrasting against the boundless white. Both ears slick back as his tail lashes upwards, curling into a scythe over his narrow hips. His shoulders shift to square over widened limbs, slightly bent for limberness, while splayed toes flex to allow his claws to dig into the hard, snow-dusted ground for traction. The action is short-lived, however, as he begins to pace to and fro before the makeshift, crumbling wall, war-banner waving to the quickening pace of his breaths. Soon, he begins to hover a few inches off the ground, freeing him from the frigid, crystalline ground below. Limbs coil as his serpentine frame hunkers slightly and lips writhe away from slavering fangs in a soundless snarl. Come what may, the Legionnaire is armed to the teeth with barbarous intent and means to give not an inch of his composure to the wolf who will arrive to defend the crown. His head lowers further, teeth widening with crocodilian intent to flay the hide of his rival. ( let the dirt below be smattered with the blood of the unworthy! ) Thrusting his silver-tipped maw to the heavens, Anaxagoras unflinchingly bellows a summons to the man who governs over Ice. Come, once-king, for your time has ended.

Anaxagoras vs. Athos
for Ice Alpha
move zero of five
health is excellent
elements ?
dodge available
416 EP
five previous spars ( three victories, two draws )




* edited by Sabrina to fix a coding error.










Posted 05-29-2017, 06:39 PM |
Storm
Bhaltair
Storm Wolf
Male, 6.25
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
587 ep
© Sabrina
His pulses quicken at the call - it resounds like liberty bells overhead, culminating in intrinsic awe that settles full and hard in his heart. The sound heralds change, evolution, prosperity; Bhaltair feels much like putty at the noise of it, spread thin across the whole of eternity. The cove king shifts into animation, drawn at once from his temporary boudoir in the forests neighboring the arena, for the interlude of the night before had done much to inspire the Dalmascan commander this morning - he had spent much of the night afoot, trekking long and hard across the wilds of Doutaini so that he might rest his head near enough to the battleground to find himself among the first to arrive once that summons had been voiced. The beast tongues his teeth as he steals forward, maneuvering succinctly through the misty wood, and cranes his ears heavenward in a meager attempt at assessing what responsive cries might befit the skies above. Who did Anaxagoras seek to unseat this day? What lesser beast occupied the throne of the sierras in such a way that his son and heir saw it fit to relieve him of his crown? Bhaltair could only amuse himself with curiosity and intrigue as he hurried onward, lips twitching lazily away from his fangs in a haggard smile; whomever the challenged, their reign was now riddled with fever, inching toward a timely death - the Legion would overwhelm them, swallow them whole and unite the resultant squall. He descended upon the arena with an air of excitement and vigor, his lips writhing free of his fangs as if he already entertained the idea of throwing himself into the brawl at a moments notice. His hungry snarls inundated the battlefield with raucous noise, encouragement for the bloodshed to come, ready in the extreme to see his son elevated to glorious victory in much the same fashion as he, himself, had been; he lent to the match an expression of allegiance, excitement alive in his every stride, and for his joyousness he loosed a rallying cry - for that of Briar and Tyrus, for those two kings who had seen fit to house the basilisk prince in his times of need - let them pay witness to the ascension of the Legion.










Posted 05-29-2017, 11:48 PM |
Enigma
Ruellia
Enigma Alpha
Female, 5.00
Meso-fighter
33 in, 115 lbs
371 ep
© Xechi












Violence on the wind, violence that calls, not for war, but for change. The Queen of Enigma, hardened by recent events, craves a taste of this violence and knows the knowledge of the proceeds alone would be worthwhile. After all, was that not that man who intervened in Pantaleon's betrothal? And there, those raucous snarls that wanted for bloodshed, she recognized them; even in their brutality as belonging to that of the Divine King. (She holds back the irony, and the curiosity, what did little Hotaru have to say to such hunger? Did she even understand it?) Indeed, it was an event that Ruellia Volos-Scorn would not miss, and even, gasp, perhaps enjoy. After all, it felt too long since she'd observed the mantle of Kinghood being stripped from the... unworthy. And so, with haste, the previously engaged woman switches her intent and makes quick work of the land that lay between she and the Ruins.

Her crystalline gaze would scan only for a moment at the two men already gathered; the challenger and Bhaltair, clearly transfixed, clearly hungry in a way that could only mean he had a personal stake in the matter. Was the challenger... related? A grin shadows her lips, a fact, or question, to be asked later, though for now the queen would play the scene. She steps against the hard ground tenderly, her appearance exuding ice and femininity, a harsh contrast to Bhaltair Dalamasca's display. Ruellia shows no faze, no worry as she approaches, stopping barely pawsteps away as she clears her throat, should his eyes not have already been drawn to her pristine form against this bloody 'scape. "A challenge for the king of Ice," she croons, a hint of mischievousness in her lilting tones, her eyes watching his from her peripheral. "I can't say I'm fond of the man." There, the hint, and her head swivels towards him with lips that quirk in a knowing matter. "I would be glad to see... family of yours, perhaps, put in power. I can only hope he is as... passionately controlled as you are."

And there, that laughter, bell bright and somehow like the bell chimes of death, the herald of change. Both belonging and starkly not among the ruins and wolf.




"She wears strength and darkness equally well. The girl has always been half goddess, half hell."


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Posted 05-30-2017, 12:42 AM |
Ice
Kearnal
Ice Alpha
Male, 7.75
Endomorph
36 in, 136 lbs
195 ep
© Aubers
He arrived in time to hear her words; a frown dancing across his features. "Oh, what has my brother done to displease you?" Honestly he doubted Athos had done anything at all. Stopping several feet from the enigma witch and the divine male his ice blue eyes rested on the challenger. He'd been there... and Kearnal had to wonder if this newfound desire was inspired by the events around the changing of his eyes. His words were to Anaxagoras; gruff but not filled with any sort of true hostility. "You were there... I hope this challenge comes from faith; with the best interests of Ice at heart." There was a seriousness to his gaze; a searching upon the wind male as he waited for his brothers arrival. The Thors would not relinquesh the sierras without bloodshed.

This forest of emotions closes in; leaving a 'one way only' path.
I know what is down that dark trail; but there is no turning back.
One, Two, more souls drift away; only one will fill this hole. Wrath.
Pieces of me lost and broken drift away; my ribs an empty rack.










Posted 05-30-2017, 07:09 PM |
Briar
Spirit
Male, 4.25
Meso-fighter
35 in, 130 lbs
534 ep
© Penn
The battle cries are heard from the great walls of the Gaia temple. Resounding and clear. It enticed a certain emotion Briar wasn't quite sure he understood. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as his great head rose from the brambles to cast fire and ice eyes towards the neighboring ruins. It is both a blessing and a curse to be so close. The voice are familiar, and there is a bond there, unmeasurable by blood alone. The king of thorns is off as quickly as he could be, his head parallel to his sharp shoulders. A master of precision in the thick forest, talons click against the cold stone. His eyes cast upwards as he approaches, growling his greeting with hackles flared. His jaws part slightly as his ears flick to Ruellia, someone he hadn't met and while he felt a sense of tension, he remembers the few enigmites that had celebrated their god many days ago. He would dip his muzzle to Bhaltair and to Anaxagoras. If the challenging legionnaire met his gaze there would be a pull of his lips. His eyes would cast to Kearnal too, the man he'd almost lost his own to, himself to. Life comes with a price. He'd dip his muzzle, knowing the wolves of Kiyoshi wouldn't like it, or would they be as Earth had when he took over. Briar would emit a snarl of his own, silently urging his own god. Kaede. He wondered how his silent ally would take this. He wasn't sure would he would be vying for more.

Briar is watching.

"Speech"

Briar's tail was broken and it hangs limp two inches from the tip.










Posted 05-31-2017, 02:34 PM | This post was last modified: 05-31-2017, 02:35 PM by Theodosia
Earth
Theodosia
Earth Gamma
Female, 2.50
Endomorph
36" in, 132 lbs
150 ep
© Violetta

She trails Briar loyally, eyes cold with a viper's hiss. Theodosia's steps speak of utmost adoration, falling her battle worn brother with an imitating force. There was no way in hell she'd go to Devil Ruins without him of course, well.. At least not any place the Enigma Queen and her Fire consort surely. This was an Pack challenge, so there was a good chance she'd be there. It seemed the battle drums were ringing once more in Kiyoshi's favour, and with a a curl of the tail the Warrior uses her good will to determine her stance on this matter. It really wasn't any of her business, but since when has that stopped a Kaede babe? She had heard the call, and realized this could be amazing political information. It had been many months since the last Alpha challenge called, and for once Theodosia didn't mind the pull of her iron heart or the snarl that mimicked those around her. Her steps fell into place with Briar's as soon as she caught sight of Ruellia, and the memories of her fleeing the caverns replayed over and over. With a gentle puff of her breath Theo sought to bump Briar's back leg with her shoulder softly.


"Who are we allies with other than Ice, Bri?" She liked the nickname Bri, and if the Earth King didn't like it she could use it whenever she wasn't particularly happy with him... Eyes wandered over those present, and there she was! The blessed Queen herself! "Ruellia...?" This had to be karma. Maybe if she didn't look at her too closely the woman wouldn't notice? That was too easy however, and nothing came easily if Theodosia could stop it. She gazed our the Enigma Queen with a focused stare before glancing away to scope out the challenger after about five seconds. (No need to start another fight.) The wolf in question seemed to be a Wind wolf. And he was trying out for the Ice Alpha position? May the drama be with you." She snorted lightly. Ah, how she loved being a bitch. Theo settled near Briar's right side, almost like a guard dog on duty. A low growl was released in response to Briar's snarl, she'd be his shadow. Whether the Alpha liked it or not.

"?"

Briar











Posted 05-31-2017, 03:18 PM |
Fire
Vaitan
Fire Alpha
Male, 6.25
Endomorph
36 in, 125 lbs
551 ep
© Jamie
The rallying call was not far from his home; then again, nothing was too far from Fire’s territory: the bold and blazing heart of Doutaini. One ear swiveled in the direction of the ruins as the beast pondered his course; it had been some time since he visited the Ruins, and this was a challenge for the Alpha of Ice, no less. Vaitan’s decision to attend the spar was fueled by a combination of curiosity and duty. He supposed, as Fire’s newly appointed Alpha, that he should be well-aware of all political happenings between the packs. Even before he gained rank in the council, Vaitan understood the importance of being aware. These sorts of matters intrigued him, if nothing else. And so, the beast set out from the sands, leaving behind the persistant warmth of the desert for the cold bite of the late autumn wind. The path to the Ruins was familiar to him—as was the sensation of rough stone beneath his claws, the scents of flying fur and dried blood. It was both a gruesome place and one of honor. Its ancient pillars held secrets privy to no wolf alive. The very atmosphere in its dry, sandstone midst was buzzing with energy—and Vaitan was eager to see the day’s events unfold.

He arrived as Ruellia was speaking to a rather…unique looking male, apparently someone she knew. A Divine gem rested against his white fur, but Vaitan had not encountered him during his trip to train Divine’s ‘warriors.’ Judging by his confident stature, scent, and the fact Ruellia knew him, Vaitan supposed he was probably Divine’s new alpha. Hm. Perhaps that would explain Asher’s absence during Vaitan’s visit; indeed, perhaps Asher’s general absence led to his downfall. But the beast would make no assumptions. He glanced at the only Ice wolf present thus far—Athos’ brother, so he said—and then offered a simple nod to the Earth wolf off to the side. Many were already gathered, but Athos was nowhere to be seen—not that it mattered. From what Tillyons had told him, Athos was loyal to Ice to the end—he’d even taken back his crown from Greg when the rest of the pack stood idly by. Unless something tragic had happened to him, Athos would show to defend his title. Just as Vaitan was descending the stone to approach Ruellia, another appeared—Theodosia. The girl who once held such promise in Vaitan’s eyes was now a source of passive disgust. She could snuggle up to her new pack mate’s side, but that didn’t make her loyal. She jumped from pack to pack with a casual disregard for her former ties, and this was something Vaitan found un-wolf-like. However, she didn’t appear to be hostile toward his lover, so he let the matter of her presence slide.

With nothing but a grin and a wink, Vaitan stepped beside his mate and, finally, observed the challenger. He was an impressive-looking creature, tall and coated with thick, night-black fur. Curiously enough, he wore a wind gem, and Vaitan had to wonder what possessed him to challenge for Ice’s reign. He glanced at Ruellia, his handsome features plastered into a calm façade. Had she said something about this challenger being the Divine Alpha’s family? Of course, these were all assumptions, so Vaitan paid that thought very little mind…for now. Still, he was not as pleased as his mate at the notion of overthrowing Athos. There was no obvious motive for the dual, and if anything, a wind wolf challenging for Ice made Vaitan think he could be power-hungry. The beast’s eyes narrowed—a slight action, nigh unnoticeable, but they narrowed all the same. This would be interesting, indeed.

“Vaitan, by the way,” he murmured, greeting the other onlookers. A faint grin slipped against his black lips, and as he spoke, his baritone chords thrummed gently throughout the arena. “Best of luck to all.” He hoped the others would introduce themselves; if not, he would find a more appropriate time to learn the names of all these new faces.

Vaitan is watching.

V A I T A N
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T Z A R A N I











Posted 05-31-2017, 04:43 PM |
Athos
Unregistered
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in, lbs
ep
© 
ATHOS THOR!
❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄
It's now or never!
⚔ ⚔ ⚔ ⚔ ⚔



The call was enough to lift the Ice beasts hackles, distant though it was. Broad head turned in the general direction, knowing that somewhere down there, a wolf who knew naught about the pack he was now challenging for. It made him sick to think that if he should fall, that Ice would pass to one who had never even trod it’s snowy paths. All this in the matter of a heartbeat before his own muzzle lifted to bark for Elsinor and Kearnal (unaware that his brother was already at the battle site.) He wasted no time in starting his journey, and he made sure that he conserved every ounce of energy he could, using paths only those f Ice would know. His sister caught up with him as he moved, breathing fast through her own exertion. ”Athos, I heard. What are we going to do?” Her worries were plain to read upon her features and it irked him. She should be learning how to hide her emotions better! But that was a lesson for another day. "Go to Rebel’s borders and call for Charlotte. If I should fail, I want to know that Althea will be safe. Let her know that I am challenged and that I fear for her safety." Elsinor’s brows furrowed, and worry came clearly upon her face. Did she think he had given up hope before he’d started? Not a chance! He saw Elsinor nod and fall back, changing direction so as to fulfil her task.


It took some time to reach the ruins, and he had paced himself appropriately so as not to tire easily within the fight. His paws slowed only when he was within the vicinity of those gathered. Well, it had turned out quite the crowd. Many of whom he did not know, other’s that he did. He looked at Kearnal and clenched his jaws. The Ice King brushed past him, muttering a warning in his ear. "If I fail, make sure Josephine and the kids are safe!" He did not even break his stride. At last his gaze settles upon his foe and his tail curls high as his teeth are bared in a deep, damning growl. There is no need to speak, for words would do nothing but waste time and energy. He can see that this wolf has some mis-guided belief that this was meant to be! How foolish! Only the Gods truly know what their destiny is and if the Gods willed it, then he would triumph! Finally Athos halted, taking a quick glance at the clouds above. Snow still hung within them ominously, though he is more than equipped to move in such conditions.


He sees the ground below the hovering wolf and notes that all too soon the ground would be churned and reduced to slush. These temperatures were not cold enough to sustain the snow for long, though he thanked whatever Gods were listening for the colder climate here today. He notes the half structures of crumbled walls behind his foe, and the rubble strewn nearby. All details that he would have to keep in mind for the duration of this fight. Finally, though in reality it took mere moments to speak to Kearnal and take a scouting glance of his surroundings, the Ice King became still. With each deep breath his armour would fall neatly into place. Tail, flying his colours for all to see, would lower. No, not from subservience, but from a knowledge that came from past experiences. He would need that appendage to aid him with his balance. Each paw was placed precisely in a way that would anchor his balance yet allow him to move swiftly and with ease should it be needed. His head snaked low, bringing it closer to the ground than was ‘normal’ in such events, allowing his shoulder blades to jut out a little above and his chin to tuck slightly. Parted jaws further covered his throat and his already wrinkled lips would bare strong teeth within. His ears pinned back, making the top of his head sleek, with no easy targets. With wrinkled lips came the narrowing of pale blue eyes, eyes that hold the coldness and the harshness of the Gelid within them.


Raised hackles had remained, jutting high upon his back, from when he had first heard the call to war. With a kneading motion, claws tested the ground beneath his paws, gathering as much information as he could about the terrain he would be fighting in. Each toe stretched wide, giving the man a more solid stance and a good platform to work from. His frame would rest securely upon lightly flexed muscles, ready to take a battering, or to strike off quickly as needed. Again, this all happened within moments and soon the Ice ruler would be ready. With the slightest upwards motion of his jaws (which he would let fall back afterwards) he signalled to his opponent that he would not be making the first move. Instead he would use the next few moments to once more make a mental note of his surroundings, blocking out any of the wolves that were here to watch.


Athos Vs Anaxagoras
For: Ice Alpha
Moves: 0 of 5
Elements: Yes
Build: Meso-fighter | Height: 35 inches | Weight: 125lbs | Health: Excellent
EP: 1015
8 spars previously: 4 wins, 2 losses, 1 draw & 1 unknown



"Talk this way"

Anaxagoras










Posted 05-31-2017, 07:42 PM |
Niyole
Rogue Wolf
Female, 3.25
Endomorph
32 in, 122 lbs
170 ep
© Elle
One of the last to show, the sandy timber finds herself recovering from her own fight still, thus her arrival is pardoned in tardiness she is certain. Bright eyes scan the arena, choosing to position herself near Briar's brutish figure. Someone not entirely known but a friend to her elder sister Loretta. Silence falls across the soft features of her gray washed face with those sand brushed tips, a nod of acknowledgement given to Briar as she settles to haunches next to him. Eyes cast to the two brawlers, noting the clear pendant of Haruko dangling gently around Anaxagoras's neck. A worthy opponent to the alpha of Ice she'd met at the borderline to the frigid expanse of the sierra he lived on. Interest is held rapt on the two opponents, eyes tracing movements openly, though it appears neither has made the first move. Very different from her fight with Tyrus thus far.

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Posted 06-01-2017, 07:04 AM |
Orestes
Unregistered
,
in, lbs
ep
© 

Orestes would not miss this even if the Gods were dancing back at home right now. She is later than she would have like, but shit happened. The call is resounding and it stirs something inside the beast that she hardly knew was there. Her lips pull slightly as she begins her trek to her most favorite place of all time. Useless people have already arrived, but Orestes pays little mind to those who mattered naught. She moves straight for Bhaltair. "We are legion!", she snarls proudly, tail lifting. Quickly she joined in on Bhaltair's display. As far as she was concerned, Bhaltair, Anaxagoras, and her were the Legion and the Legion alone. There were no others who loved and celebrated the gods more than themselves. The rest had abandoned them, the bastards. Her hawk gaze turn to those who have gathered finally. No one important. No one who mattered. Her golden hackles bristle as her muzzle raises to assess Athos in a fit of boisterous laughter.

Orestes is spectating.

""











Posted 06-01-2017, 07:23 AM |
Szymon
Spirit
Male, 5.00
Meso-fighter
35 in, 122 lbs
465 ep
© KittyKookiez

Szymon arrives to find a scene far from favorable. The not-so-liked Anaxagoras, and Ice's long time leader. He thinks back to the day Greg had shortly took over and hopes today won't be a mockery of that. Much like the Vighentes, these Legion people come, learn, and conquer all they can -- he wonders what had happened to the Vighentes, for he does not see them now.

The hint of a tooth peaks through pink lips. The Enigma King passes by the onlookers to sit beside Ruellia. He is interested to see the outcome of this, but does not agree with Ruellia's thoughts on the matter. Still; silently does he watch, waiting eagerly.

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Posted 06-01-2017, 12:33 PM |
Anaxagoras
Unregistered
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in, lbs
ep
© 
from the ashes, we will rise.
One by one, they march down to the drums of war. Each spectator is caught by his peripheral vision as they filter in, but he pays most of them ( save for his father, sister, and Briar, who receive a brief, resolute nod ) no mind. It is to Athos that the umbra-beast looks, discerning him in the distance as a small, black blemish in a sea of winter's grey. Anaxagoras is keen on the elder man's drawling approach -- he, too, had sought out the arena with the intent to conserve his energy, a likeness with his contender that he subtly admires. As Athos ambles closer still, Anaxagoras picks at his nuances and gleans details, those igneous eyes burning across all surfaces of his opponent's frame. Kearnal draws from him a curt, amicable nod, thought Anaxagoras does not speak -- he, too, finds no need for banter in the gladiator's ring, today -- though the sight of Kearnal and his encroaching brother reminds him that he has laid eyes upon him before, on the day the wolf before him narrowly escaped death. He notes that the King of Ice is more than twice his age, and although the Legionnaire cannot impeccably determine his seniority, he ventures to guess his own father is a younger wolf than Athos. While a considerable space separates them still, Anaxagoras mirrors the salt-and-peppered male by lowering his tail until it extends from his spine in a parallel curve, languidly swaying to and fro for both balance and preparation for calling upon Haruko, should the battle demand it.

The wet crunch of degrading snow conveys the ground's residual warmth below, and Anaxagoras is quietly thankful. The more it melts, the better traction he'll achieve by digging his heels and talons into the moistened silt below -- though, in truth, he's well-aware that the rime-eyed wolf may yet change their surroundings, even as the persistent drip, drip, drip of melting ice makes liars out of the plethora of snow-laden clouds hanging low overhead. Regardless, he has come calling for the crown with a wariness for abilities he is unfamiliar with, and his own unassuming confidence cannot be moved. At once, he ceases hovering and gracefully returns to the ground; the inkwell champion tucks his chin, then, slinging it over his throat as lips peel away from fangs, unhinged. His ears snap back to disappear in the thick, unruly tresses of his leonine mane -- a mane that bristles in tandem with hackles that rise in a furious swath across the expanse of his shoulders and spine. A snarl seethes in the confines of his throat, bubbling up to spill past the slick backs of his teeth, and those igneous eyes narrow into fiery trigons. He inhales deeply, an even breath that lends to his unflinching poise. Lean, sinewy limbs widen to act as sturdy, balanced pillars while talons scrape into the earth, culling the ground below to root out the perfect position. Haunches flex as his hind end lowers slightly, further equalizing his position while limber legs gain just enough give to aid in both swift reactions and bracing for impact. It quickly becomes clear that he means to resist attacking first, an action that smudges a dark smirk ( nearly a sneer, twisted by the adamant wrinkling in the retracted curtains of his maw ) along his lips, deepening the shadowy chasms of his visage. So be it.

With his crown comfortably level with his spine, Anaxagoras wastes no more time in his quest of ascension; war-banner waving wildly behind him, he employs the use of agility, heaving deep breaths to fuel the power while his toes scrabble madly in the snow upon take-off. In the breadth of that precarious second, he regains traction and bolts across the short expanse, head-on with the echo of a bellowing roar in his wake. Breakneck speed delivers him forth until, at the last moment, he nimbly dodges left, his toes splaying as nails dig fiercely into the snow and muck to maintain his stable trajectory; his feint to Athos' right is short-lived, as he whirls in a spray of mud and quasi-snow to push off against the ground and pounce through the air, eliminating what meager distance remained between he and his target. Upon landing, his serpentine frame snakes low to the ground, barrel nearly scraping as limbs splay wide, pulling him into a hunkered stance ( likely perpendicular in nature ) that anchors him firmly to the arena's slushy floor. Snapping upwards with an angled head and gaping jowls, Anaxagoras lunges for the right side of his opponent's neck, aiming to drive razor-edged teeth deep into the fleshy lower swath of his right sternomastoideus and brachiocephalicus muscles in a savage, unrelenting hold. Even as he strikes, the after-effects of his powers course through him, causing the world to briefly swim as dizziness threatens on the fringes of his consciousness. He inwardly focuses on controlling his breathing -- in. out. in. out. Regulating his oxygen in between his powers, he knows, will be a vital part of conserving his own energy -- if nothing else, he aims to wear Athos down with his own immovable resilience. Ears keep tucked to his crown during his viperous strike, his tail thrashing behind him for balance long after the gift of agility has bled from his bones. Jutting shoulders push forward, flexing beneath the motion of his assault, as well as aiding the protection of his concealed throat, should his opponent entertain a foolhardy dare. Thick spears of rigid fur quiver with electric adrenaline along the ridge of his back, neck and shoulders, accentuated by the heavy accompaniment of his rumpled mane -- in all, he cuts the image of a barbarous beast, unyielding in this endeavor to emerge as Kiyoshi's frost-bound champion.


Anaxagoras vs. Athos
for Ice Alpha
move one of five
health is excellent
elements activated
dodge available
416 EP
five previous spars ( three victories, two draws )
five days to respond ( unless you'd rather the limit be shorter? your call <3 )











Posted 06-03-2017, 05:52 PM |
Water ( Staff )
Keston
Water Alpha
Male, 4.00
Endomorph
36 in, 135 lbs
673 ep
© Julie
• leave behind your wanting waves •

Leadership was an ever evolving trait, adapting to the challenges that life covets with particular interest. Keston finds himself returning to Devil’s Ruins, marching upon the soil that witnessed the tumultuous beginnings of his time in Water. Every step along the way had shaped him into the wolf he is today, molding him into a creature of his word upon which he had avowed himself to Kei. If the gods so allowed, he would not forsake his goddess and fall into the same category of leaders that had failed her—he would rise to overcome the curse, and the kingdom of Water would be restored. The golden timber navigates throughout the labyrinth of fallen pillars that barricade parts of the ruins and rubble that has defined the ring of a frequented arena. Just as his last visit turned into a chance to witness the changes of time, today would be marked by another challenge—a contention against the leader of Ice. Keston had not had a chance to meet the alpha, a man of dark fur he would discover upon his arrival, but the Lioncourt is keen to extend connections to other packs and parts of Doutaini—Water had been isolated for too long, and the lion believes this in part has contributed to their current position.

Arriving among the crowd of spectators, his attention takes those gathered in search of a woman he had frequently met in Kuro Pit. Frost, if his memory withstood the chaos of his days, was a councilwoman for the pack—though Keston is met with a sense of worry when he discovers she has yet to arrive. Instantly, he cannot help but as to wonder after her fate, praying that perhaps she currently occupied with other matters that prevented her attendance here. Yet he is worried all the same, carrying a knitted brow across the otherwise stoically defined features. Cerulean eyes flick towards those he does recognize among the crowd of wolves, greeting each in turn with a fluid lowering of his muzzle and polite smile etched across his lips. Keston chose a place near Niyole in the company of Briar and Theodosia, easing back onto his hind limbs when he turns to her. “How are you recovering?” The lion breathes in a warm tone, eyes finding their way now towards the pair engaged in battle. Upon his arrival, Keston had mistaken the two wolves to have been both from Ice, but as his focus resonates on the man with fire in his eyes, he realizes his mistake. The challenger was not of Ice, but Wind as his tail churns to exhibit the powers of Haruko. Unease comes over Keston in that moment, muscles tensing to send toes digging into the earth below and hackles prickling in distaste. Perhaps the man had just reasoning for seeking out this challenge, but Keston could not condone the use of one god’s powers as a stepping stone to achieve a place of power over another.
Niyole










Posted 06-03-2017, 07:25 PM |
Svana
Unregistered
,
in, lbs
ep
© 
If we only die once, I wanna die with you, "You embarrass your pack, girl." A harsh snarl announces Svana's presence as she enters the growing crowd, drifting past Theodosia and Briar as she made her way past the other spectators. Whoever the girl was, she had a reckless tongue. Only a fool dared to incite better foes into a rage and all Svana could see, from the brief glance she offered the blue-eyed girl, was a dangerous, dangerous little fool. Pits and mountains form along the thin flesh of muzzle as it wrinkled beneath the weight of her ire. Theodosia reminded her of the brooding Gale and the way his foolishness had nearly cost him his own brother. Dust clouds follow her step as she picks her way along the fringe, noting the last, fading bits of Ruellia's cackle with an expression of disgust. The woman thought too much of her theater of darkness and her crown. A fatal flaw Svana'd observed in many of Doutaini's leaders. They crafted their own extravagant crowns and thrones and deemed themselves Kings and Queens! Oh, how they hungered for the archaic, vestigial remnants of chivalry and monarchies. Another snort, another wrinkled expression of barely concealed irritation. They were nothing more than wolves. And one day, they would die and their crowns and thrones would return, again, to the dust from which they had been crafted. Their families would fall from favor and their names forgotten. She twists around to take a seat beside a stranger. He smelled of the cold, high reaches of the mountain, an odd scent in a place bathed in old blood and bleached bones. "What will you do if he loses?" It's a quiet question, careful and composed, as her eyes pin themselves on the combatants and the smell of spilled blood.

Kearnal










Posted 06-03-2017, 10:35 PM |
Ice
Kearnal
Ice Alpha
Male, 7.75
Endomorph
36 in, 136 lbs
195 ep
© Aubers


His brother arrived even as the challenger offered him a nod. He was done with the drama; the politics. It was a fight now and he shifted away from Ruellia to sit by himself. His brother had bled for this pack more than once and not always with success. Yet it was not in their natures to give up. It was only with the settling of Svana by his side that brought his attention from the fight to her. He'd never officially met her despite having had dealings with her Seacca and Sildunah. He had however seen her talking to the two at the feast. She asked what he would do and he knew. He already knew though it would pain him to no end. "I will stay; both to see what manner of leader he is and because without Kiyoshi I would be blind right now. " He did not need to add that if the male won and failed Kiyoshi and Ice he would be there with waiting fangs. "Though I would ask my mate and pups to seek asylum within storm; if your alpha would allow it." He had considered challenging for Ice before; when Greg had taken it over... Perhaps it was time to shoulder more than just the shadows of the pack. If Anaxagoras proved unfit... it would fall to him to correct the situation.

This forest of emotions closes in; leaving a 'one way only' path.
I know what is down that dark trail; but there is no turning back.
One, Two, more souls drift away; only one will fill this hole. Wrath.
Pieces of me lost and broken drift away; my ribs an empty rack.










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