Wolf RPG

Guarding the Bison was an honor and was a worthy work for a Dotharan. But truth to be told, it was rather boring, simply looking at the Bison graze. More often than not, there would be no trouble whatsoever and the day would pass without any kind of interesting entertainment. Sure, he knew they would come to use if a bear or any kind of predator for that matter came and attacked the Bison, he understood why they needed a guardian of the animals at all time, but it was just..boring, you know?

So that day, after a long long time of guarding the Bison, Azzaro moved to a distance where the Bison would not be scared off by the sparring of wolves, lifted his proud crown into the air and howled, asking for any Dotharan to come and practice their fighting skills with him. After the invitation was issued, the agouti wolf settled on marking their land to pass the time.

While the younger wolves perhaps grew restless with bison-watching duties, Rhanno enjoyed it. He never knew he could be so...relaxed. The summer sun warmed his back as he lazed in the grasses, occasionally rolling in the dirt to scratch an itch. It was nice to not have any responsibilities to attend to other than pack hunts and protecting the borders — and bison — from invaders. He even liked the fact that he no longer had to keep watch over Zoratto so he didn't run too far, though was still bitter over the fact that Rakharo had so candidly given him his freedom.

Yet all this loafing around and basking in the sun was unproductive. He would get fat. He was already old, he didn't need another reason for the Khalas to think him incapable. So when Azzaro's howl reached his ears, the man rolled onto his feet and trotted towards the source.

"You called, boy?" he said in Doth as he approached the dark-coloured male, his lips pulled into something that could possibly be thought of as a smile. He recognised him from the pack hunt. He was a strong boy, young and built like a true warrior. Of all the wolves Rhanno hated, he felt like he hated this boy the least.

Now that Vitihi's heart was at ease after being reunited with her people, the maiden could set out to explore Rakharo's new purchase. It was quite different from their motherland, Rhaesh Dahaan. The topography was more varied and included features such as rolling hills, copses of trees, and verdant green areas scattered among the great plains. A creek ran through their camp — a good stronghold with areas to build dens — where the young Dothoran had rested after the arduous journey across the mountains. 

Now, feeling less worn down, she sought out the grand herd of Rhoa their tribe protected. One couldn't go too far without hearing their thundering steps and it was not long before she found the bison. The Dothoran relied on the great beasts for many things. The size and health of a herd often reflected on the quality of a Khalasar.

Near the bison she spotted two wolves. Filled with curiosity, Vitihi approached them. Not long ago, she had heard a call to spar on the wind. Had this been the wolf to make the summons? "M'athchomaroon," she greeted the men with a relaxed and neutral posture, watching them expectantly. "I hope you don't mind an audience." She loved a good spar.

Azzaro paced as he waited for someone to answer his howl, he was an energetic wolf and just like most yearlings, was impatient almost to a fault. But he was still young and green and did not know much of the world, in time, he would become patient and understanding but until then, he would wear himself down to death with his restlessness and his inability to stay still and do mundane things. Or at least, things that seemed mundane to the aspiring Lajak.

It wasn't long before someone answered his call, it happened to be the older man he had seen in the pack hunt. He had been hoping for someone like his brother but decided that he would have to do, the man was a seasoned warrior in battle and would be no easy opponent to defeat given his experience. What Azzaro needed was a challenge, and as far as the yearling was concerned, Rhanno was a challenge enough for now.

A grin curled at the yearling's own lips at the man's words, and the way his eyes gleamed answered the man's questions. Ivory eyes snapped towards a female for a moment, absorbing the words she uttered before turning his attention back on his to-be opponent. He didn't mind if the girl wanted to watch, as long as she didn't interfere, he didn't really care.

Without warning, Azzaro recklessly charged forward, feinting a strike towards the old man's shoulder before quickly aiming to unbalance Rhanno by attempting to tug his left forepaw forward and away from his opponent.

A slim female with fur the colour of fire joined them shortly after Rhanno approached the younger wolf, and he tilted his head her way as she spoke. He, too, did not mind her watching — was delighted, actually — and he gave a quick wink to the girl, confident enough in his fighting abilities. He could take this young upstart down no problem. He would teach them both a thing or two about how a true Dotharan warrior fought.

Turning back to the boy, Rhanno managed to catch the flicker in his pale eyes, his intentions clear as day. Well, it was what they were here for, and he was eager to see what the dark yearling was made of. The elder bowed his head, about to issue a challenging growl before his opponent suddenly charged. When would the young wolves learn to never make the first move? Perhaps he could beat some sense into him.

Rhanno leaned to the right as Azzaro went for his shoulder, determined not to let him knock him off balance. Though, apparently it was a bluff, and the yearling suddenly swiped at one of his forepaws. The man drew back as he pulled his left paw towards him, away from Azzaro, unsteady for a few moments but remaining upright. He then reared in retaliation, head bowed to protect his throat, aiming to slam his forelegs into the boy's shoulders and force him to the ground.

Azzaro's opponent uttered a challenging growl as he charged, the older male nearly fell for his feint but quickly drew his left paw away from him, though he was unsteady for a few seconds before rearing up and aiming a counter attack at the boy, attempting to slam his forepaws onto his shoulders and force him to the ground. But the yearling was a skilled warrior, (although he did not have as much experience as Rhanno had) and steadied himself, digging his claws into the ground.

It was successful and the old man was unable to push him down to the ground, without hesitating, the bold aspiring Lajak bowed his head and charged like a bull, attempting to headbutt the older man in his chest and knock him off his paws and onto the ground. This was not the real fight yet, to Azzaro, he was simply testing the waters, checking for his opponent's strength and weaknesses.

The boy was solid, he'd give him that. With a grunt, Rhanno felt his paws slip off the boy's shoulders, his attempt to get him onto the ground and into a vulnerable position being met with the stubbornness only a yearling could possess. He back-peddled away a few steps after all fours where on the ground again, tail raised and eyes locked onto his opponent. Maybe this would prove to be a challenge after all.

Without hesitation, the boy made his next move, seemingly taking a tactic that the bison used against the wolves. Not wanting to be winded, Rhanno turned so his shoulder would take most of the impact, though apparently he was a bit too slow. He released another grunt as Azzaro's head collided against the side of his chest. Thankfully, it had not been the center, though the blow still left Rhanno with little air in his lungs. Sucking in a quick breath, the man then released it with a low growl, flashing his teeth as he aimed to bite at his opponent's scruff.

Neither man appeared to mind her presence and so Vitihi took a seat a few yards away to observe. It would be in interesting match. An older, more experienced warrior pitted against a young buck made for an interesting combination. She supposed the year-old wolf would learn a thing or two in terms of technique, but the elder's age gave him a distinct disadvantage when it came to endurance. Yet Vitihi knew, as well as any, that one precise hit could end the match, and so she watched with bright eyes.

The younger, brightly colored Azzaro made first go, but Rhanno was quick to counter. Despite the difference in age, each man was filled with Dothoran fire. Their fierce growls and vicious posturing made Vitihi's skin prickle in excitement, and she looked to see what would happen next. 

As he charged, Rhanno turned, obviously attempting to make his shoulder take most of the impact but he was too slow. While Azzaro was brawny, he was not cumbersome and still managed to move with a rare kind of light footed grace and speed. He would not be as fast as those who were meant only for speed, say his brother for example. Azzaro would never be able to outrun his light built and speedy younger brother because of his robust build, but he was fast all the same.

The yearling's head collided firmly against the side of the older man's chest, once he was satisfied the blow had some impact on his opponent, Azzaro retreated as fast as he could to place some distance between them but he was too slow and his opponent's jaws sank down on his thick scruff. But Rhanno only managed to catch some part of his scruff in his teeth, not all of it, so after exhaling softly, Azzaro twisted and slid out of the other wolf's grip before attempting to ram into Rhanno's flank.

The fight, although friendly, reminded him of the encounter he had with that beastly white female when he had first came upon the Wilds. The details of that day were fuzzy, but Rhanno distinctly remembered being unable to land any heavy blows against the woman for, as large as she was, moved with a strange fleetness. This male was the same.

Teeth clicked together as he only managed to grab an inconsequential amount of the boy's scruff, and he easily twisted right back out of his grip before moving to charge into his rear leg. Rhanno was ready, though, and tensed his muscles, unbudging as his fellow Dotharan rammed himself into his flank. In a rare moment of spritely vigour, the elder seized the opportunity to then mimic his opponent's move, spinning to slam his own side into the boy's hind.

Azzaro did not seem to have rammed hard enough and Rhanno managed to keep himself steady as the boy charged, it did not matter, the dark furred yearling would succeed another time. A smile tugged at the aspiring Lajak's lips as their friendly spar continued, the older man mimicked his move and attempted to slam his own body against his side but the lion was faster and easily sidestepped the elder, lissome legs bringing his brawny body away from his opponent.

Azzaro's muscles coiled as he sprang forward lowly, seemingly attempting to once more charge into Rhanno's flank but switched at the last moment. Jaws wide and snapping, the dark agouti yearling attempted to close his strong jaws around his elder's hind leg and pull it backwards, to make the other wolf stumble and fall. If that happened, he would easily win the fight.

An irritated growl escaped his throat as he missed his target, Azzaro easily stepping out of the way before he was able to be knocked to the ground. Rhanno made to ram him again, before he quickly turned to defend his hind as the youth charged at it. His hips, of everything, were a weak spot. They had not aged well thanks to a lifetime of battles and...other activities. One sure hit there and he was done for.

At the last second, though, Azzaro then grabbed at his ankle, yanking it out from under him as the man tried to leap forward to balance himself. Too late. With a heavy grunt, he fell onto his chest, laying winded for a moment before twisting around and snapping at the boy's scruff again, aiming to grab it and pull the darker male to the ground.

Azzaro's teeth clamped firmly around Rhanno's hind leg, though he did so gently, without breaking through the skin. Quickly, he yanked it out from under the old man and with a grunt, his elder fell on the ground, onto his chest. The youth was about to leap forward to pin the seasoned Dotharan onto the ground but was too slow as he twisted around and attempted to snap at the aspiring Lajak's scruff. Thinking quickly for the best way of action now, he sidestepped with graceful paws and avoided the man's teeth altogether.

Azzaro's teeth splayed to either side of his skull is amusement as he began circling his opponent, fierce ivory eyes scanned his surroundings carefully before he decided that the spot they were fighting in was just right, now he just had to wait for his opportunity. Spotting one swiftly, the youth leaped forward and seemingly aimed to charge straight on and barrel into him but at the last moment, he dodged to the side, lowered his head and attempted to knock into the older man's soft flank.