Wolf RPG

Zhavvi was rather pissed at being kept in the Khalas for several days. She just wanted to go explore instead of having everyone breathing down her neck. These new lands were something else and her vision to become a warrior princess was something she wanted badly. She would prove to her father that she could stand up for herself and win a fight on her own. She wasn't just some weak female. If she would have been a male her father would have been training her. How unfair. The sly little girl strode to the one lake she knew for a refreshing bath and maybe to try and hunt these weird birds that floated on water.

Her slender body reached the lake but then she scented some fresh new scent. She looked around her, her hackles raised she might just plainly attack the wolf that was getting to close to her. She was grumpy enough as it is and she wanted a moment alone without being bothered by some weird wolf that didn't even speak her tongue.

Arion served the fledgling pack of Redtail Rise well, or at least, in his opinion he did. After all, he patrolled the newly established borders diligently and filled the caches whenever he had time, which was mostly whenever he wasn't eating, sleeping or patrolling. Truthfully he believed his rank should be higher, entering the upper tier, but who was he to argue? After all, he ran away from packs without a blink of an eye and Saena had no proof that she could trust him yet, but he knew she could, this time things were different, this time he would not run away, or he hoped he would not.

Wanderlust drew him away from the ridge and Arion followed his instincts, albeit slightly unwillingly. But then, Redtail Rise was not totally defenseless when he was not there, he trusted his packmates to defend his and their home if needed. He allowed his paws to guide him to wherever the gods wished him to be and arrived at a lake, a place which he had not gone before. He needed to return soon, but Arion would not go back without at least some kind of adventure.

Honey colored eyes spotted a form beside the lake, a female who was currently looking around, obviously spotting his scent. The stallion stared unabashedly at her as he moved closer to the lake and took a sip of the cool water, quenching his thirst effectively.

Zhavvi turned to where the male just walked to the pond to drink without even admiring her or even greeting her. He just claimed the water she wanted to bathe in. A soft growl came from her throat. She already had been in a bad mood but now this male was fouling it even more. She was a beauty and she needed attention. Yet, even if this male had given her attention she would be mad that he wouldn't leave her alone. Zhavvi couldn't have it both ways couldn't she? It was just her sour mood that was just making he raised at everyone around her. One of those days.

She crouched down low, not feeling the need to talk to him because she couldn't even talk his tongue anyways. No, wrong. He couldn't talk her tongue. She made no sound as she run-crouched closer to him. Then she just jumped toward him with a growl and bit him in his butt, hard. It was more his upper back leg that would feel her teeth. She then hopped back with her hackles raised, her tail up and snarling at the male. She would show how vicious Dorthran were.

Arion never let his guard down unless he was really really sure he could trust the other wolf to not backstab him, which was extremely rare. He kept his ears on the stranger as well as his eyes, and when the agouti female crouched low and moved towards him, even a pup could see she was about to attack but he did not move, trusting his skills to keep him out of harm. So the wolf continued lapping casually at the water, always have a good drink before a fight. An experienced warrior would've noticed the way his muscles tensed up, ready to dodge.

When she growled and attempted to bite him, he felt her teeth graze his fur before he lept into the pool, almost like a dolphin. But a brown one. She caused him no harm whatsoever, instead she seemed to have only tickled him, such a pathetic attempt he almost laughed. Arion surfaced and swam easily to the edge of the lake, clambering out with the ease of an otter on the other side and faced his opponent with fierce, cold, hardened honey colored eyes with the fire of the sun.

"Αχ εσείς αξιολύπητη σκύλα," Arion smirked, an icy glint entering his gaze as he swore in his native tongue. "δεν θα πρέπει να το έχουμε κάνει." At that moment he felt the fury, the sheer rage and the adrenaline and power of Ares, the greek god of war surge through him. Shaking his chocolate coat, the warrior prince straightened himself and fixed the girl with a gaze filled with fury, surely making Ares proud.

Flattening his ears against his skull, Arion lowered his snout to protect his throat and charged at the female, hoping his weight, is fangs and claws would damage her severly.

Zhavvi didn't even bother to listen to his words, they didn't mean anything to her and she wanted to fight. She wasn't going to guess what the male said but she could imaging it wasn't something nice. Not that that bothered her. He was a mindless wolf to her that had no significant meaning. Her hackles raised more as she dodged the male that was lunching at her shoulder. She was small and slender. She could quickly get out of the way after all, and she was smart enough to use that to her advantage.

If the male would crash into her she wouldn't have much resistance after all. After she dodged she went for his hind paw, she wanted it to be injured so badly he would be even slower in battle. That was her reasoning for it. It seemed like the attack was successful since she had no damage from dodging the male.

She was quick, he gave her that, and skilled, he admitted that begrudgingly, knowing that because of his pride he gained an insignificant injury but an injury nonetheless. Zeus was teaching him a lesson, and so was Athena, but the sheer fury of Ares still ran through him and fueled him with energy. The gods themselves were proud, probably even prouder than himself but it was alright for them right? The immortal super beings. Arion nearly scowled, and he would have, even in a middle of a fight but he did not, after all, he did fear Zeus's wrath.

Arion fought back, using both his agility and strength but the injury she gave him slowed him down, not a lot but it was enough. He would not admit defeat unless the gods themselves gave judgement, clouds were gathering over the sky and the stallion knew the king of the gods was angry at him, too much pride in a mere mortal was never good. He made sure to sacrifice something later to appease his patron's wrath.

Zhavvi realized they were both using a lot of dodging to avoid one another instead of defending. She would need to talk with her trainer about that. Kivi already had done wonders with the result she won a fight against a bigger male and possibly stronger too. Luckily Zhavvi was quick in dodging and attacking. That was probably what saved her. A pleased smirk cam upon her maw. Almost like an evil little smile. Ladies could fight and especially Dorthan girls like her. "Vorq sva wux jaka. Hawrk'ghukech commoii. Si mi were Khaleesi di nomeno slathalin."

Her tail and her chin were once again raised. Her spirits had lifted because she won the fight. She proved once again that she was the only warrior princess and she would make her way to become the best female assassin out there. She would need to know about poisons too. She might even go for healer. That would be interesting. She kept her green eyes at the male, as long as he showed respect to her for winning the fight she would treat him with the same. But it wasn't likely, hopefully the male would back off now.

Zeus and Athena were punishing him alright, for though his attacks connected, they did not cause too much harm. Ares's strength was useful but sheer power did not win a fight, brains did and in this case, Athena was not helping much. He had a lot of brains, really, but today he somehow lost the fights, thanks to his gods. I've learnt my lesson, he thought bitterly but humbly, no sense in getting blasted by a lightning bolt right after he had lost a fight to some princessy girl. A selfish, stupid bitch.

He respected her though, so Arion took one step backwards and dipped his head politely his respect before lifting his head once more, a small crooked smirk spreading across his maw. She spoke another language, one which he did not know so in turn, he spoke the tongue of his homeland. "You fight well, girl, but the gods punished me this time. Next time," he smiled grimly "You won't be so lucky." They were both injured, he had put in a few attacks after all. His injuries were minor compared to what he had experienced before, so he cared not for them.

Zhavvi noticed the respectful nod and then returned it. It was polite after all. She didn't know what he was saying after that. It didn't sound like the one natives spoke. There was something charming about the way he spoke. Zhavvi wasn't very keen on smiling, only to her sly smirks. His words meant nothing to her. Even though is injuries were minor she had won and she saw it as a claim of land, just for this moment. Her tail was up and she jumped a bit forward to make sure with her body language that she wanted to male gone. She wanted her bath in peace. Not have a man lurking at her.

Her green eyes fell into his orange ones to make it even more clear, with a hint of a huff she stepped forward once more, trying to push the male out with her enigma. She couldn't understand what he was saying in the first place. The female raised her chin and kept looking at him until he would get her message.

Well, at least the female had some respectfulness in her, as she nodded politely back at him. A big difference compared with what had happened before the fight had begun, he had done nothing wrong but drink from the lake and this princess simply ran at him and attack him, aimed for his butt too. Who knew what would've happened if she had bit into his family jewels, even an emotionless male wolf like Arion had to shudder at the thought of it. Of course he didn't actually shudder, that would be an extremely stupid and brainless move.

Arion stood his ground as Zhavvi's tail shot upwards and leaped forward, as if threatening him to run away from the lake. She might have won the fight but the lake was no claimed land, he didn't tell her that though, because she would not understand and he was just wasting breath. She gazed at him and huffed, stepping forward once more. The chocolate nobleman simply laughed, his own tail swaying casually in the wind, the stallion took one step forward, making it clear by the amused look in his eye and the way he challenged her by stepping forward that he did not care that she had won the fight.

A good warrior lost fights, learnt from their mistakes and won even more. He might have lost this fight but he would be sure to win another one. Nevertheless, Arion turned away and after one last sip of water, he trotted towards the Rise. It was time to go home. The greek turned around, flashed her a wink and a salute before swiftly moving between the bushes and towards his home.

Zhavvi's expression darkened when the male stepped forward. That was not very respectful. She growled at him, in return he only stepped closer to her. Zhavvi disliked that heavily and it was clearly shown. Her hackles raised, ready to fight him again if she must but after another sip the warrior left. Zhavvi felt satisfied. How amazing it was to see the male leave.

Her shoulders sagged and her fur flattened. Finally she could take her calm and peaceful bath. The girl lowered herself in the cool water, which worked wonders on her muscles she would need to learn how to defend better though. Avoiding wasn't really the option.