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I am the wrath that topples armies, - Tikigak - April 14, 2025
attn @Blackfell maybe! or anyone else who might want to spar! but tag for reference
Tikigâk recalled the quiet strength of the man at the borders—the man who was no doubt her mates second in command. His scent was the most prevalent upon the borders, other than that of her own mate. His swift presence upon the border was one she would not forget. He was a good guardian, quick to answer the call—and now she wished to test the his mettle in good fun (at least, her definition of it)—a spar. He had seen only a measure of her own that day, and would today, too. It did not mean that she would pull any of her brutal punches, but something different. This was not her enemy.
Already she knew how the enemy fought.
And Blackfell was no enemy, but a brother now in arms. And so, after her own patrol, Tikigâk began to seek him. She followed the path he set, pausing now and then to sniff at other interesting news—another small herd had found its way here, a hare had passed through, to name but two—pausing as a branch broke a mile or so away.
An easy distance to cover, should she need to. Her head swung in that direction, eyes sharp, as one ear swiveled to the right, infinitely aware of her surroundings. It may very well be prey, but Tikigâk was not known to take risks.
RE: I am the wrath that topples armies, - Blackfell - April 14, 2025
:"D
— a pregnant hare hung limp from his jaws. a meal he had caught for his wife, and had been on his way to deliver her when he heard the crunch of ice behind. clipped ears twitching to a rise upon an onyx crown, as crimson eyes swivel.
head peering over muscle-bound shoulder to see the dark form of the woman tikigâk. faust's flavor of the month, a stray thought that hits like a bullet and he must resist the crass twitch it might have pulled upon his lips. she has caught him in a relatively good mood—to say, he was not brooding—and he offers the friendly twitch of his tail.
cutting sharply, turning to face her, letting the hare land with a thud upon the snow-packed earth. tongue traipsing a scarred, silvered face to lap away the blood that lingered and settling a cold, unfeeling stare upon the approaching bitch. she smelled distinctly of his cousin; his chin lifts slowly in reaction, nostrils flaring in two thick gusts to inhale more of her.
RE: I am the wrath that topples armies, - Tikigak - April 15, 2025
Tikigâk noted the drive in his step—the limp critter hanging from his mouth. He was taking it somewhere, to someone. He was in the middle of this delivery, but did not seem bothered by her interruption; the dark man met her in good spirits.
Her own plume sways in answer. The indifferent gaze of Tikigâk briefly averts in a show of respect, head dipping a measure. Proud woman that she was, Tikigâk was not stupid; she knew her strength, she knew her power. And while her place was at the side of her mate, Tikigâk intended to climb her way there, not rely on the man to elevate her.
She was capable. The bitch could—and would—do it herself. Had worked her way up swiftly already, for all of her good hunting. Even still, Tikigâk understood her place as she gathered her bearings.
Closing the distance between them, the feral woman permits his olfactory investigation while responding in kind, should he permit it.
RE: I am the wrath that topples armies, - Blackfell - April 18, 2025
— he does.
bloodkeeper does not shy from her, nor does he invite her further in. they circle in silence; he lets her scent him—evergreen, ash, the storm-laced spice of his wife, and the musk of a raven. and he takes her scent too: stormfang, faust, the iron of kill, the sharp salt of ambition.
his tail lifts, and quarters shift. “you’re circling,” he mutters, voice low. observant. “speak what you want of me.”
his gaze drops to the hare, then lifts back to hers.
“but be quick. i’ve a hungry woman waiting.” a pause. then, a twitch at the edge of his mouth.
RE: I am the wrath that topples armies, - Tikigak - April 18, 2025
Tikigâk notes the myriad of scents upon him. It is familiar, but only vaguely so—it had been very stale the day she sniffed the old resting place of Saatsine. That he was here now was not strange to her—many males dispersed from their packs, when finding a she-wolf to pair with. And the scent of one was prominent upon him, that scent also familiar—but not a face she had ever seen, yet.
Satisfied, she withdrew as he shifted his posture. Tikigâk remained respectful, tilting her head a measure at the words. Had they not both been circling? Comprehending his words quite literally, she did not take the meaning—but the next words she understood.
Like herself, he did not waste time.
A spar,she rumbled,
though it can wait until after she is fed,and there was no aggravation there, only patient understanding toward his duty to the she-wolf that was wife. Tikigâk left him room to decide this for himself, falling silent once more.