Gonna draw your last breaths, at the end of our Mek’Leths
ARMADA RAID
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
11 Years
Male
33
Seadragoness
The Warlord led his wolves to the territory Dread had scouted for him not that long ago. It was land that the Warlord knew intimately, and had spent many years exploring. The Dove Island Archipelago had once been a second home to him. Now, he and his wolves arrived as dawn began to touch the sky. Hints of orange broke apart the shadows, and burned across a faint brush of mist rising and hissing from the cool pre-winter grass. Checking his surroundings, he motioned to his wolves and led the way across the land bridge, before spreading out into the main Island. Crossing the territory of the Raiders Hollow without so much as a hesitation.
He waited until his wolves were across the scent markers before he raised his head and sounded out his challenge. The deep baritone rolled out before him, sending a flurry of birds into the dawning sky. A summoning's for the Raiders leader. He imagined, with some amusement, that the early hour might catch them with their pants down and heads to their pillows. Face stretched into a smile with no kindness, he searched for his first opponent.
She remains painfully aware of the Warlord's previous orders. Make sure that the path to the healers remains clear. Keep an eye on everyone. They would all make it out if Hazel had anything to say about it. They would all make it back. Between then and now? Well, it was going to be a raid for the ages. She could feel it in her bones, she could feel it in her chest. Splitting away from Sirius's side to cover more ground, Hazel is ready. Fuck, she's more than ready. It's time.
Wordlessly, the woman detaches from Sirius left as they hit the main island and she moves away, allowing the rest of raiding party space to move into. Keen eyes search for opponents while also keeping an assessing eye on members of her own pack. She knows that Hazel will keep the area back to the healers clear so the tropical born wolf makes sure to take note of everyone’s performance today.
Andy’s heart leaps into her throat with anticipation at she realizes that this is actually happening. The black leather of her armor and thorn wrappings has been oiled until it shines and the blue sapphire in her chest armor has been polished. She is not nervous as they hit the main land and the group spreads out in search of opponents; Andy came to do battle and she is ready.
Andy has an Eastern Chanting Goshawk named Aquila and two Snow Leopards named Leo and Gemini. They are always nearby.
Well it seemed it was time for a reversal. The young woman was just minding her own business, lightly dozing when the challenge went up. She'd been on the verge of properly waking up anyways but she still jolted into consciousness. The call rang in her ears as she quickly pieced reality back together, a thrill of excitement going through her. Almost instantly she jumped to her paws, no thoughts on who might already be engaged with their would be raiders and who might be a better pick than she was honestly. She was simply dashing out into the open morning air. "Speech" |
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Since his rise to leadership, Gilgamesh found himself drinking less. Taking on the responsibility of leading a pack and cleaning up the lands, there simply was no time to drink. Maybe a sip here and there to help his mind shut off at the end of the day, but he no longer awoke with a hangover. Instead, he looked forward to his new litter and raids that the Raiders would go on soon.
Unfortunately for Gil, his enemy would be the one to beat him to it. His owl came to him in a flutter of feathers and screeches. Curled up with his Wife, Gil slipped away quickly to greet Erish. ”Wolves. They smell like that Dread boy. They are coming to the islands.” Her throaty chatter was barely understood as she hopped along the open window pane. Casting one glance to Modesty, he dared not ruin her beauty sleep.
Slipping on his armor, Gilgamesh was rushing out of the building as Sirius’ call echoed across the territory. He would respond with his own deep rumble. Rousing whoever was here to help defend. He couldn’t help but smile. For once, they were the ones being raided. He loved it. His paws were already getting damp as he rushed across the make shift bridge they had been working on to connect the closest island to the isle. ”Meet them with the same energy. Do not maim unless they act first,” Gil calls out to whoever is trailing behind him.
As he rushes over the small island, making his way to the main one of the archipelago, he allows his adrenaline to guide him. Excited and amused, he picks up his pace until he is running through his own cloud of doves. Feathers swirl in the air around him as their alarmed calls screech into his ears. His target is set on Sirius, himself. It was time for them to see who was really better. A one on one that he looked forward it.
”Surprised to see you come down from your hiding spot,” Gil jabs at the Warlord as he rushes the dark coated man. Slim and fast, Gil readies himself. Ears flattened, hackles up, lips pulled back as he wastes no time. He can barely hear his chainmail clink as he closes the space between them. Gil aims for the delicate space between jaw and neck. Fangs pull down as his mouth opens. Lifting into the air to meet the few inches between their height, Gil goes for it. Hoping to latch on so he can keep them entangled with each other, it is just the first part of his plan.
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Gilgamesh vs Sirius for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Gold chainmail cuirass
Companion 1: Barn Owl, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Crystal spines - Defensive
Mutation 2: Tufted deer fangs - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Blessed
gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him
Leo alerts her with a loud hiss and Andy’s head jolts sideways at the sound to find a slightly taller girl barreling down on her. The antlered Raider girl has her head down is charging toward Andy’s unprotected side and, in that moment, all the training that had seemed to flee her mind finally slams back home. A sharp whistle is given and her two snow leopard companions detach from the long shadows that dawn has created to rush toward the attacker in the hopes of either slowing or altering the Raider girl’s path.
At the same time, Andy pivots her body, throwing her hind end to the side so that she is roughly facing the attacker straight on. With a grin on her lips, she lowers her kudu horns, tucking her chin so that the other girl’s antlers slam into her own. Toes splay as she grips the earth, working to absorb the shock of their antlers colliding while also attempting to uses her momentum from the pivot and clash to flick her head sideways in a bid to send the other girl’s antlers harmlessly off to the side. The pair look more like wild animals dueling than wolves at the moment but Andy finds herself enjoying the chance to fight with her horns in a different way.
Andromeda vs Flurry for Dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Thorn Wrappings
Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather Armor
Companion 1: Eastern Chanting Goshawk, Female - Flying [Perception]
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Female Snow Leopard, 23" - Battle
Mutation 1: Kudu horns - Offensive
Mutation 2: Grippy paw pads - Agility
Mutation 3: Denser Fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Weaponsmaster
Andy has an Eastern Chanting Goshawk named Aquila and two Snow Leopards named Leo and Gemini. They are always nearby.
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
11 Years
Male
33
Seadragoness
And there he was. The Warlord grinned as the new Pirate King came into view. He had a (very) reluctant respect for Sparrow. This wolf was moderately unknown to him. The one time they clashed hadn’t left a terribly good impression. He bared his teeth in a fierce grin as the wolf's words reached his ears. “Consider me a slumbering giant awoken” He said, his voice a light rumble, his words surprisingly teasing, and then they were clashing.
The other wolf closed the distance between them, and the Warlord was happy for it. He turned his head as Gil struck, bearing his elongated fangs as he placed them between Gil’s own mouth and target. He raised a paw now that the distance between them was closed, aiming to hook a paw behind Gils knee, his feline claws extended
Sirius vs Gilgamesh for dominance
Round 1/2
Age: Over one
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Black Vulture, Male - Battle - Boosted
Companion 2: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle - Boosted
*Companion 3: Spectacled bear, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Fangs - Offensive
Mutation 3: Thicker fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter