Wolf RPG

Alduin feels the need to train, so he calls the one wolf he knows will give him a fight. @Fury.

He’s glad she’s here, it offers him some sort of balance and realness to his foggy existence. Having someone from his past around him makes him weird, but he’s grateful for it anyhow. 

So he’d tilt his head up in a howl and call her too him with the desire to spar on his tongue. Hopefully she’d heed his call.

The Sunfire wouldn't ignore the dark prince. 
Much like she wouldn't have ignored his father.

Fury prowled out of the trees to meet Alduin. There was a newness to her...something old had been shed. Whether he knew it was her name, she would discuss later. For now though, she would come to his beckon. 

She pauses for a beat, maybe two, before rushing forward, aiming herself to collide with the broad brunt of his shoulder. Her teeth meanwhile, would aim for the fur between his shoulders.

He’s not yet aware of her change in name, and yes, that would be discussed after their searching teeth have tired. For now, he watches as she descends upon him, widening his stance and preparing for her hit (which he knows will be hard).

And it is, she hits him full force. Almost knocking him off balance, but the prince is able to save himself at the last minute. Dropping his head, he snatches Nyra up by her paw and shakes. Fitfully allowing her to chew on his scruff.

Fury feels him take her paw and shake it. 
With a growl, she tugs and shakes at his shoulders, feeling her weight start to drop forward onto him as he attacks her foreleg. 

Before she knows it though, she's thudding to the ground, keeping her legs tucked to protect her stomach and teeth bared at the ready.

He gets her to the ground, her body falling with an impressive thud. He doesn’t get on top of her, knowing she’d just try to kick him in his dangly bits, rather he’s attacking her from the side. Trapping her between strong forearms as he bites and nips at her face and neck. 

He’s definitely not going as hard as he usually does, knowing she’s carrying pups, but the effort is still there.

Fury gives silent, nonverbal thanks to his avoidance of her stomach, but her mind is still in the buzz of combat. As he traps her between his forelegs and bites at her face and neck, she snarls and aims teeth for his foreleg, furthering to an attempt at getting him on the ground as well, while she tries to maneuver herself in such a way he might trip over her own limbs, or something similar. 

A feral playfulness glinted in dangerous eyes.

I’m a seconds time, they lock eyes. Hers swirling with dangerous playfulness and his borderline emotion except for the thrill of battle. And just like that they’re struggling against one another again. Especially as he teeth search and bite his legs, he attempts to escape by moving back, only to trip on her own limbs. 

A good plan, because it definitely works. Causing him to stumble and halfway fall onto his ass. It doesn’t stop him from lashing out though, by snatching up one of her paws he tries to pull it to get to his feet.

Fury is indeed able to trip him, and she grins wickedly as he bites for her paw, using the momentum to thrust herself up to her feet in a thrash of pale fur before she's rounding for his hocks, attempting to keep him on the ground.

Alduin lies flat on his back with the pale warmaiden right on top of him. Her teeth know at him and her weight pins him tot he ground. This is the part where he’d kick at her soft stomach, but the second he flex’s his leg to do so he stops himself.

Instead, he plants his paws on her chest and shoulders. “Alright,” He says with finality. Though he usually does like to hurt people, but when it comes to Fury and how much he knows she wants these pups he doesn’t want to take the chance.

She snaps with practiced teeth, but not too long into her pinning him, Alduin plants his paws to her chest and shoulders, calling defeat. 

With that, Fury would back off, stepping a few paces to the side so he could get up again.
Meanwhile, she shook out her fur to rid herself of the dust from the sand.

When he rolls to his feet, he shakes off his dark pelt as well. Lapping a tongue across his lips he looks over to Fury, unsure if he should tell her why he ended their spar. Ultimately he decides to ask,

“Do you think you should be sparing with those?” He questions gruffly. He references those by speaking about her pups inside her belly.

Fury is at first confused by his question, but then it dawns on her, yes. Pregnancy. 
With a soft chuckle, she shakes her head. 
"Probably not." She admitted, ears slanting briefly

Alduin watches her ears slant and he wonders if he said it too harshly. He doesn’t mean anything by it, he doesn’t doubt her status as a well rounded mother. He just doesn’t know how to be nice. It’s actually extremely hard for him and his brain just refused to let him be at peace. Always constantly at war with Banesteppe or his anger. 

He hums out a breath, looking away for a second. “I didn’t mean it that way.” He tries to say, but he just can’t physically get out something more sincere even though he feels sincere. “We can still spar. Just…easy.” He attempts a second time. Thinking he’s just embarrassing himself at this point.

The Sunfire nods in understanding as Alduin explains.
She can tell he means to be sincere and it doesn't bother her. @War, too, had trouble communicating a lot of affection, yet the Warmaiden understood the effort behind the organic machine that was War. 

Absently, she wondered where her other counterpart was. She would seek her out later. 

"I'm sure you can tell that something is different. " she says after a moment, wanting to talk about her ritual with The Listener. She knew he had had his own ritual with her, she even helped him carry Xynos to the islands. But that was neither here nor there.

I’m sure that you can tell something is different. The pale woman says then and Alduin offers her a questionable glance.

“How so?” He hums back lowly. Scraping his eyes over form to see if anything had physically changed.

The Sunfire watched his feral, quizzical gaze. He seemed to be looking over her to sus it out.

"I went to The Listener recently, with a sacrifice. A russet woman as tall as me but not as muscular. In that woman's death, I came anew. My name is Fury Brunhilde, now. And, I will be in the works of founding a claim upon the Sound soon. Listener gave me her blessing for it." Fury explains, watching Alduin. 
She assumed he would stay with the Druids, at least for now. The Daywalker could see his second affections and loyalties in two places. She, and the Prophet. 
Luckily, those two places were not at odds.

Alduin listens intently as she explains the events that brought forth this change. A sacrifice with the Shadow and a change of name. Then news about claiming the opposite coast with another pack, one of her making with the Shadows blessing. 

The hellhound hums low in his throat at her words. “I see.” Only his eyes watch her with predatory interest. “And what will you call it?”

He's interested, she sees it.
Her eyes glitter with dangerous ambition and determination. 

"The Saints." 

The Saints.

At that a dangerous look would glint in his eyes, one of primal ferocity. And for the first time in a long time he laughs. It’s maniacal — nothing cute about it — and his ribs rock with its effort.

“I like the sound of that.” Is all he would say, eyes growing dark and malicious with a touch of mirth swirling within them.

Fury grins as he laughs darkly.
Her tail sways a bit as she says her next words.

"If you would like, you will be welcomed in my ranks. But I also see your heart lies with The Listener in some manner, therefore I will only leave the offer open and not press it." She says. There is a desire for him to join her, but she clearly would not try to dissuade him from being among the Druids if that's where he wanted to be.

The offer would be open to him eternally.

He sees the swish of her tail and the grin on her face. The idea of the Saints coming back from the dead excites him. He remembers when he was small and wanted to lead. Now he is unsure where he lies. The desire is still there of course, but his own issues prevent him from thinking too far ahead. 

When her words sound out with an invitation he tilts his head a fraction. His heart lies here? His heart? He has a heart? And for what reason does the pale woman think he’s staying here for? Perhaps she thinks he is loyal to his Shadow now and to an extent he is, he has no reason not to be, but he also yearns for his birth pack once more. So for now it looks like he’ll have one foot on each side.

“Then I will come when I feel the need is ready.” He informs, appreciating her offer, but also not denying it either. Perhaps he will someday.

"I trust in that." She responds to his answer, accepting. 
With that, she would offer a light shoulder nudge with her own shoulder before beginning to prowl away. 
He could follow if he wanted, but she would probably not say much, as she focused on patrolling her last rounds before going to the mainland.

She accepts his words and he offers her a single nod in return. She’s on her way then, bumping shoulders almost playfully with him. His head would rotate as he watches her go. Standing awkwardly by himself until he huffs out a breath and ends up falling into step beside her. They’d carry on in relative silence — companionable silence. Together, they’d focus on the remainder of the patrol.