The night had just waved its goodbyes, and once more the sun was kissing the Earth. Orange waves were cascading over the frozen snowy peaks that consumed this terrain. Even during the warmer months, snow would cover these mountain tips. Evergreens were scattered sparsely throughout the land, their boughs waving a quiet greeting to the rising star that indicated the time of light. Yet, the orange rays quickly were glazed over by a bitter film. The heavens had opened up to pour a flurry of sleet thickly upon the ground. The muscular red brute did not appreciate the Gods' gift to him. The land was beautiful, but a bit too cold for his particular tastes, especially mixing the slush with the brisk breeze that was swirling across the lands. 'It was set up to be such a beautiful morning,' he grumbled to himself, frustrated by the rapid change of weather.
Although this terrain was rather new, the brute would not be permitting his courage to weaken. This would be a determination of his power, agility, knowledge. His mind had pondered over the numerous tactics that could be used to dominate his opponent, wear them down into diminishing. Truth be told, the brute was hoping that tunnel vision rage was not going to be consuming his frame; however, that would be quite difficult to retain. He liked the thought of being rather noble and respectable when it came to a contest of fighting, but deep within his soul the brute knew he was only an animal. And fighting dirty could potentially be his way to win. The beta wanted to honor his pack, show them that he would be a strong right hand to their blind leader. But, deep within the brute's state of mind was rather self-centered. He wanted to prove to himself that he was powerful, especially after the losses he had suffered.
Shoulders rolled loosely as the brute continued his venture through The Kinath, quite thankful that he would be returning to his desert after the battle. 'And return with a victory I shall,' yet the brute respected the fact that his size was not exceptionally large, and the chances were high that the other creature would be quite enormous. Yet, the brute had his own advantages. The lengthy travels he had been experiencing recently had proved to make his stamina increase and his size proved rather beneficial for dodging and agility. Rasalas held his crania high upon his neck, and kept his gait within rhythm. Upon reaching the middle of the terrain, he halted permitting a low growl to emit his maw. Now to wait for the other creature to appear. His stance was defensive and his auds were perked, ready to dodge a surprise attack should one arrive. He was not going to give the other creature the satisfaction of getting first blow, or so he prayed anyway.
This terrain was quite a downfall for the poor brute, as his reddish pelt stood out like a sore thumb, causing him to be an obvious target. The brute knew of the heightened disadvantage which surrounded him, surely he would be the recipient of a painful blow. Whatever idols had placed him in this battle truly expected him to lose, but he would prove everyone otherwise. Or else the brute would certainly let death over take him. Lips curled up, revealing his sharp canines that had a hue similar to that of his pelt; they were long bloodstained after the years of wear and tear. His claws held a similar shade from the excessive hunting that had been preformed recently, but maybe the sleet would be able to wash those sins away from him. Rasalas needed not a reminder of all the other animals that had died beneath his paws. For now, it was time to focus and ensure success.
For a moment the brute believed that the skies were clearing; however it proved to be another trick cast upon him by the divine. Indignation swallowed his soul at the thought of this all being a well thought out set up, the red creature was not one to be played with. His mentality was not created for failure. A near silent exhalation escaped from his frozen lungs, and then an unfamiliar odor caressed him. 'This must be my opponent,' yellow eyes peeled through the distorted topography until the obscured silhouette of another canine came into view. A rumbling swelled internally of the brute, and claws bore their way into the frozen earth. 'Is this who I have been waiting for?' His hackles raised, preparing for the upcoming assault.
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It was early morning as Kiddo trudged up his mountain to meet this wolf who thought he could challenge him for strength. Ha. Like anyone could beat him. Kiddo was the alpha in these parts here and knew a thing or two about fighting. Though, mostly his fighting had been with bears recently. But, wolves weren't really that different. They were just smaller and their fighting styles were a bit different. No big deal.
His paws began to touch the snow. Oh how he missed this frigged weather. He loved the snow and the cold. This was partially why Kiddo was happy that this would be the place of this dominance fight of sorts. It was on his own land, his own mountain and it was in the snow. It would be more difficult to injure and opponent in the softer more fluffy areas so, he would need to find some sort of an ice patch to use to his own advantage. He knew this mountain and he knew it well. That, would be a huge advantage for the large alpha male. Kiddo's 140 pound frame should already be an advantage enough. Though, he was a bit lumbering. He could move quickly but, if this turned into a chase, Kiddo would lose. He pondered different tactics. He would have to use his knowledge of the terrain, his brute strength and his stamina to the best of his ability. For those, were his best fighting tools.
Kiddo's goal was not to be respectful and fight with dignity. He wanted to win. Would his pack respect him for winning by fighting dirty? Kiddo didn't know or care. They could leave and be loners if they wanted to. Or, he could just not tell them.
When he arrived to meet his opponent, Kiddo tried to not laugh. This little desert wolf thinks he can beat me in the snow? On a mountain? My mountain? Kiddo immediately thought this would be an easy win. All he had to do was sit on the poor bloke and crush him. A bit cold are you? Kiddo chuckled as his tail curled over his back and his hackles rose. His teeth were bared and his stance made him look even perhaps larger than what he already was. Kiddo sized up his opponent very quickly and decided on his first move. Kiddo moved quickly with his mouth open and aiming for the leg. If I can get his leg, that will be a start. Though, this fight seemed easy enough to Kiddo, he knew that it would take some time. He wanted to ware the sucker out first or even better, have him give up.
