Swiftcurrent Creek battleaxe

Spar thread for @Scimitar

Life had resumed its steady, predictable rhythm. Some days, it was as if Jace and Ferdie had never existed, and hateful lies she had told herself about them mattered less and less with each healing sunrise. She avoided the Sunspire, skirting around the southern edge of the range to visit the flatlands or crossing the mountains nearer Porcupine Ridge. It was easier that way. Eventually, maybe in a year's time, maybe sooner, they wouldn't matter at all - just like the Nanum-Akkad pack no longer mattered.

It was overcast today, and likely to rain. Bazi emerged from the Womens' Glade and shook vigorously, scanning the distance for some sign of life. Having missed out on the opportunity raid the Sunspire with Njal, Danica, and Cutthroat - mostly because she wasn't ready to face its inhabitants - the ghostly Beta had it in her mind to track down Scimitar for some one-to-one training instead. That way, next time (and knowing Fox, there would be a 'next time' whenever another pack deigned to settle east of the range), she would be there. With bells on.

The pheasant hung lightly in his jaws -- a meagre pick, and yet the taste of the blood alighted his nerves with the anticipation of the meal to come.. and the adrenaline that still coursed through his body from the chase. The shadowed sky above gave indication a storm was on the way -- perhaps just rain, and yet he made no means to seek shelter. Despite the time he had spent here, Scimitar had yet to claim a den for himself.. what was the point in settling down when the potential of his life being uprooted once more was a delicate possibility.

Dropping his prey to the grass, he bent his muzzle, nosing at the bird. His teeth began to tear away feathers, a low rumble of satisfaction erupting from him as his large figure lowered to the ground in a leisurely stretch. Yet with the wayward wind came the scent of another -- blinking, the beast glanced upward, his bright eyes falling upon the pleasing vision of Bazi as she neared him.. seemingly looking for something.

Grunting with the possibility he was about to lose his meal to a wolf higher in the food chain than him, the cinnamon wolf made no move to protect it.. instead, he uttered a low bark to her, announcing his presence if only to satisfy his curiosity to her wandering.

Her search was soon rewarded. As if summoned by her thoughts, Scimitar appeared within her line of sight, carrying a recent kill between his jaws. Bazi's approach interrupted his dressing of the bird, which he then left open in deference to her rank. A month ago, she would have ceased the opportunity to parade her rank, but not any more - she internalized the smile that threatened to detract from the reason she had sought him out in the first, but was quietly grateful for his submission.

There was something about Scimitar that.. fit. Bazi couldn't explain why, but she felt the bonds of pack much more strongly between the pair of them than any other wolf. Njal and Tuwawi had each other, and their devotion to Swiftcurrent Creek would never equal that. Fox surrounded herself with potential mates, and her actions were governed by the practicalities of passing on her genes - the fact that she ruled over twelve wolves did not seem to ignite a fire in her heart, as it did Bazi. Though they had not spoken of it, she sensed that Scimitar's idea of pack matched her own. It was something to burn for.

The Beta approached with spoken greeting, tip-toeing towards the agouti male as if approaching a trap. He barked - she responded, though hers was coloured with the slightest hint of aggression; a challenge for ownership of the meal.

I've started the spar thread and posted Bazi's first attack: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=2978

Since the spar rolls are almost over, thought we could incorporate a few of what was happening there to add to the post count in this thread. :D

Despite his lenience at his meal toward her, the ivory female stalked forward, challenge gleaming in her eyes. He had not outright offered it to her, though had she simply come forward and taken it, he would not have fought it -- such was the life of the hierarchy.

But she did not. Instead, the challenge was issued and only when he stood to placate her did she lunge at him, uttering a surprised growl from his jaws. The dance began -- she was agile on her paws, and he was much like a lumbering brute. While he might have had brute force on his side due purely from size, it did not mean he could catch her to make good use of it.

The clash of pack mates was natural in manners such as this, and the adrenaline that coursed through his veins found the change to be refreshing rather than upsetting. She would lunge at him and he would either brace himself or counter -- he would attempt to knock her from balance and he would be met with a swift rebuttal that threw his ideas from under him.

Bazi was a challenge in more ways than one, and he loved it.

Her reasons for starting a fight were very playground in their origins. She couldn't articulate her feelings, so a friendly tussle seemed like the only way to vent the energy that bubbled in her gut.

The two of them lunged, side-stepped, and tumbled, Bazi focusing her energies on upsetting Scimitar's balance. If he got hold of her, she wouldn't stand a chance. It was a strange dance, charged with a heat she did not yet know what to make of.

I only just noticed that you responded to the spar, durr. I think they need to go in the post log. >:) A few rounds of 'battling' and a tense Simba/Nala-style ending, maybe?!

He would pivot – though her spry and youthful frame was at him each time, her use of force against his larger frame almost comical the first time.. and then it became quickly exhausting. His own jaws would snap toward her – not to main or harm, but to stave her away or to trip her. Somehow, Bazi remained the flighty imp that would just escape his collision each time.

A rumbling growl escaped him then, his figure swinging to face her as he had just stumbled past her onslaught, and as he crouched, Scimitar made the decision to pounce then – his weight lurching heavily as he made to force contact with the ivory girl and knock her form her pretty little paws.