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@Vengeance @Tzila @Serem @Black Hat @Vanity @Wurha @Hela. Valour is having a moment. Any adult can take this, it is NOT a challenge so much as a declaration of sorts. I would love someone to accept it and come at him though. Set after Hela joins.


Anger seemed to cloud his thoughts after Hela had been accepted over the borders, anger that burned into determination the closer he got to the area Vengeance had held a meeting in. He remembered the sound of how Vengeance's call had radiated throughout the territory and sucked in a deep breath, the fire burning out any rational thought. The howl was wordless but it spoke volumes, echoing sharply through the territory with possessiveness that fell second only to Vengeance. It was him laying claim to the spot beside his Mentor and when it fell silent he swallowed thickly, heart hammering as he stood there not backing down but afraid of what he had just done.
it was not out of obligation that the blackbird padded her way towards the call, but a burning sense of curiosity. its maker was young, yet brimstone fire burned in his gaze — astara measured him clinically. 

his howl was a challenge of sorts, yet the wraith issued her own in return. with a flat expression that seemed goading in disinterest, the she-wolf jutted out her chin, bringing her proud head above valour’s in smug disobedience.
He felt lucky in a way that when someone answered it was not Vengeance. This was someone he had not seen yet, had not noticed creeping around the darkness of the woods and it gave him a sense of courage. He strode toward her his tail raised, eyes smoldering with contained and wary ferocity as he squared up as much as his small self could.  He didn't even nearly rise up to her chest yet though his large head and changing body was clearly in its growing stage. "Vengeance called me the Alpha pup and I would rather bleed than disappoint him" he told her in what sounded to be a calm voice as he bared his fangs, ears flattening "So we...we can do this now or when the time comes for me to start showing Vengeance what I'm made of" there was the nervousness, the fear of a child in his first growth spurt facing off against a grown woman with the knowledge he was probably about to get his ass beat.
just like the blaze of white that overtook his mocha muzzle, this boy was bold. astara reacted to his posturing rather slowly, deliberately drawing her aubergine gaze across his features as if to say there was not much there to measure.

whether or not she understood him, his intention and posturing was clear. in response, the blackbird’s tail arced upward, with her claws curled into the dirt in preparation for the youth’s first strike.
Memories of when Orochi was standing over him made his mind blank out for a moment as she drew herself up into one that met the statement that he would one day claim to be beside Vengeance. The memories of how little he had felt pissed him off and the memories of how from the second Vengeance had taken him in he had given the title of Alpha Pup. The Warlord had faith in him and he would be damned if he disappointed the man who had given him purpose in his parents absence. Just as she would have braced for his attack he wasted no time and slunk in low, gathering strength in his hind legs and jumping up like a child going to greet his mother, except his forepaws smacked toward her eyes. A smart attack, one that he hoped would surprise and cause a moment of shock so that he could retreat before she gained her senses if successful. 


I rolled for the hit. I figured first to maybe 4 hits wins? No real bad injuries but scuff him up a bit <3 a few good blenders and some bruising is permissible if hits are rolled
patiently, astara waited -- yet she needn't wait long.

the child stood square, determined. in a breath he had gathered his limbs underneath him and sprung, paws outstretched. assuming he was jumping upon her, astara readied herself for the blow by squaring her shoulder and canting it towards him -- only to realize his goal was elsewhere.

his paws connected with her lowered skull, handily pushing her head and neck away. giving way to the surprising blow, astara's pride was more stung than her pelt -- how had she not seen that coming?

no matter; astara snapped after his trailing paws, attempting to grab them. if she did, she would drag him by his leg quite literally, parading him around in the manner hector was ruthlessly drug by achilles.. yet fate ordained this cruel trick was not to be repeated, for astara's jaws snapped 'round nothing save air.

blinking in disapproval, the girl retracted herself from the boy -- and squared herself off so the fight might resume once again.
Valour felt instantly proud of himself for she looked shocked, almost as shocked as he felt. He caught her change of stance and dropped quickly back toward the ground and nimbly stepped away just out of reach to her snap, panting softly with adrenaline which was what he ran on so far. He paused and regarded her his tail rising and wagging just a little to show he was feeling himself as his expression became void of fear. He began to circle her slowly giving it a few loops taking what would seem to be an odd amount of time before suddenly springing for the sides of her forelegs, head lowered and shoulders pushed outward in an attempt to barrel into her legs. Unfortunately for him his disproportionate paws got in their own way and he stumbled making him veer awkwardly to the side before he could strike.
astara rallied for a second insult, her eyes glazed over in intensity. sparring (if it could be called that) had awoken something in the little blackbird, something that had not stirred since dragomir's plummet to death.

an excitement crawled over her, a pleasant hum to her blood that lifted her spirits and rekindled the dulled flame in her eyes. no, she would not kill him -- yet all the same a restless stirring rose in her heart.

easily enough, she tracked valour's circling -- and when he swung towards her she nimbly stepped aside with something akin to a cheeky smirk pressed to her features as she watched him stumble.

in a quick maneuver that surprised even herself, much the way a dagger slipped from a sleeve might startle an onlooker, astara swung her muzzle down. her teeth aimed for the boy's haunch as he stumbled, attempting to crudely nip his buttocks as he passed her by. as if to say whoops, you left that open! -- anything that might rile his temper, and cause him to make a mistake again.

pulling away, the blackbird readied herself anew -- and found herself quite enjoying this little game.
They both had failed to do much damage to the other and he was content with simply defending himself well enough when a sharp pain came from his butt. Instantly his pride crumbled and his rage roared to the surface as he turned to see her smirking as if this was a joke to her, as if to her he was just some pup playing a silly game. He snarled and sprang at her face fangs seeking to grab into the flesh of her lips and bite down roughly, enough to draw blood but not do terrible damage as he released and licked his lips snarling menacingly as he began to step back to display his tail which was high above his bristling spine like a banner, displaying he meant what he said. He would one day be just as important as Vengeance was and they would all see that soon enough. 

Valour: 2/4
Astara: 1/4
as expected, her little nip was not received well. the boy roared and spun on his heels, fangs bared and ready. before astara could sidestep, he had managed to grab her lip. her eyes flew wide open in surprise, and the smugness from before was replaced with outrage as pain overrode her senses.

no longer was she gentle in her ministrations.

in return for his stinging rebuke, valour was repaid tenfold. astara lunged for his nearest ear in catty pettiness, attempting to twist and hurt the tender cartilage within. that was for the pain he had caused her, and no other reason -- for astara did not fight fair. she fought for the tender spots.

she felt a sickening sense of validation once her maneuver was inflicted, but she was yet to let her guard slip. he was faster than he looked, and she was no master warrior herself.
He snarled as he tasted her blood, a taste he found not entirely unpleasant especially since it meant he had succeeded in inflicting the punishment intended. He had grown too sure of himself, so mindless in his rage and pride that he had forgotten he held no real skill. As she lunged with real intent to do damage he tried to simply step to the side and in turn had his ear yanked, cartilage crunching and ear popping sharply, her fangs sinking through the flesh as the pain stunned him and he yanked instinctively away after first trying to bite at her defensively and failing.  It was clear damage had been done for when he whirled to stared at her with teeth fully bared, eyes wide with pain the ear was flopped over and dripping blood. He lunged and snapped for her but came up empty as he warily stopped short and hopped back clearly trying to decide whether to back down or not.
the wraith felt satisfaction's cool thrum in her heart as she witnessed her work; blood in scarlet rivulets coursed down the boy's ear, welling along his cheek. pain stung his flaring eyes, and its presence was answered with a cold smirk.

her adversary rallied and lunged, his teeth coming close, yet not making their mark -- for the blackbird had nimbly thwarted him again. she attempted to counter his lunge by swinging a rough paw towards his face -- yet at that moment valour had sprung back and clear of her swipe.

astara's heart had quickened; now it was more than excitement that pulsed through her. in her eyes a dark presence pooled, a cold intensity known to many as the chill, emotionless trance of the hunt.
He snarled and felt the breeze from her jaws snapping together on his face, ears shooting back. He was far too gone to even feel much in the ways of emotion, instinct kicked in and he instantly snapped back only for his jaws to close around air again as she pulled back. He took the chance to hop back a few places and snarl at her, tail still risen in challenge though he was luring her in now and baiting her to attack first. 

Its 2/4 for both lmfao
adopting the rather intense mood of a wolf lost to their primal focus, astara lurched for valour like a dire shade come to life. her jaws swept for his cheek to pin him, and came up empty -- for the boy had seen her attack and feinted appropriately.

now things were becoming stale for the blackbird; she wished for more bloodletting. she was guilty of getting carried away -- the pain he had inflicted awoke a malevolent mood in the melonii, and now she would get her pound of flesh.

with her tail arced proudly behind her, astara bid valour to come hither -- her fangs ready for rebuke.
It would seem that they had gotten into a routine of random, instinct and bloodlust fueled snapping and dodging as she lunged and missed as he leaped away. He snorted and circled for her trying to make a quick grab for her tail which was promptly yanked away again out of his reach. He was growing frustrated with this turn of events, he assumed she was playing games with him and teasing him by holding back. "C'mon, stop holding back!" he growled at her and inched closer, eyes narrowed as he grew more bold with his ideas.
the boy lunged for her tail, but it was not to be! she scooted ahead of him, making his pains his folly -- he would have to try harder, if he was going to taste her flesh again.

she settled her flinty gaze upon him, a wicked smile curving the tips of her gums. pulling away, astara bolted for the treeline and was gone from vision.. from her vantage she could see the boy, but he could not see her -- like a crocodile luring its prey she waited, blood singing through her veins.. and when valour got close enough she lunged from her cover of shadows with a triumphant smirk --

only to trip on a bole outstretched before her, giving the boy plenty of time to hear and dodge her attack.
He had growled and pawed at the ground, kicking up dirt in his frustration and muttering incoherently as he chased after her his jaws parted to lunge. He spotted her stepping out to attack him and began to make his attempt, leaning forward and watching her trip. He shouted with exasperation and awkwardly pulled back before he was too close, his attack once again foiled by sheer clumsiness and lack of experience on both their parts. He panted softly and his ears tilted backwards as he eyed her dubiously, unsure that this was even worth it at this point but reluctant to end it quite yet.
astara's teeth came up empty yet again, but then, so did valour's. his shout had her recoil with a hiss, like a cobra struck from its sunning spot. ears pinned, she watched his moves hawkishly -- and then when she had believed she measured his movements enough, she struck.

like a viper astara lunged for his flank as he pulled back, teeth grappling his exposed side. she did not draw blood this time, but managed to pull plenty of fur -- which she spat out in an unsavory motion, eyes trained for his next move.
Finally a move struck and while it wasn't his, it refueled the fire within him. His eyes watered at the fierce pain that came with having fur ripped out but he held back, not lunging instantly with blind rage this time. Instead he watched her spit the fur out and as she did he went in, jaws aiming to grab hold of any flesh he could and hold on tight. Finally he had luck and as she tried to move out of the way, his jaws closed around the scruff of her neck. He clamped down desperate not to lose grip on what was the third successful attempt he had made to assert himself.
tufts of fur still clung to her tongue as valour sprung for her; this time she did not have time to evade. he made a tenacious bid for her scruff, and he was successful. astara bucked as pain seared through her, but she was not one to back down so easily.

she swung her jaws towards him in the attempt to discourage his teeth from digging in deeper -- all she got in return was empty air. he had just the right vantage, just the right amount of leverage -- any time she made a move for a leg or chest, he was easily out of range.
Satisfaction burned through him as he maintained his grip, his teeth latched deep into her scruff without any sign of letting go as she attempted to remove him. He glared at her from the sides of his narrowed gaze, delight evident on his expression. Everything could have gone great except once again his pride got the best of him and he released her, going immediately back in for a better grip and failing to immediately reclaim his grip and instead floundering as he prepared to lunge for her scruff again.
astara's attacks had yet to land, but at least her defenses succeeded; after a few wrangling moments she had broke free, and valour's attempts to reclaim his grip upon her were thwarted. she moved sinuously away, attempting to weave and snake her body to confuse him.

in the process of her advancement, she tally'd when she should have ho'd -- for that reason, her next attack (a swing at his face with a big ol' mitt) went unmet; back into dirt her paw landed, and back to the drawing board they were..

astara squared herself anew, her chin jutting slightly. come hither, biznitch.
She tried to hit him in the face with a giant ass paw and he ducked under it, hooting with delight and just a bit of fear as he felt the breeze from it. He looked into her challenging gaze and grinned, bolting straight for her and then trying to pop up to catch her in the face with a headbutt, only to end up completely screwing up the aim and flopping awkwardly through the air and hopping away on four legs like he had just been faking it and had meant to look like like a goat trying to headbutt someone. He looked at her with a more placid expression most of his anger seeming to be burnt out though he still felt as if this had to end better, either he lost or he won, he wouldn't back out because this seemed to be a ridiculously hopeless fight.
astara readied herself, but the attack did not hit -- once more valour was left scrappling, hopping away on four legs in a feigned play of hand astara did not buy for one minute.

she scowled as she watched him go, but waited for him to turn around before she made her next move. this time, she would not be so clumsy as she had been before -- she had every intention of hitting her mark, dice gods and goats be damned.

bearing down upon the boy, astara lunged for the right to feint him --

and then, she lunged to the left, teeth aimed for his leg in the attempt to yank his feet out from under him and pin him under. surely, such a blow would be demoralizing -- but astara had lost herself in the moment, and thought only now of preventing her ass from being handed to her at any costs.
He had truly thought that he had tricked her but just as the burn of pride warmed him his leg was yanked out from beneath him and the world flipped over as he was pinned down. He wheezed for a moment, ears dropping and body freezing as instinct won over mind and he panted eyes rolling to look at her. He couldn't move and though he bared his fangs, he lay his head flat on the dirt and went limp so she would know he was done all the while staring daggers in her direction intermittently. 

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