Power Hungry Round One [Lynker]

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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/96z8tro] The sun was slowly beginning to dip beneath the horizon, casting a golden glow about the area. The shadows lengthened, enough so that a younger wolf may have been frightened to be out wandering in enemy territory. But the Descai beta had been given clearance, for this venture was not entirely personal. There had been word as of late of a competition of sorts circulating around the island. Wolves were competing against one another to see who was the strongest wolf there was. Well, Shayde simply had to get in on such a thing. She wasn’t, by any stretch, a large wolf. In fact, most would likely look at her and laugh if they were to find out she was their opponent. But as she always believed: a fight was not solely about strength. Her specialty was strategy and cunning. Just because she can’t knock down an opponent twice her size didn’t mean she couldn’t outrun him or have him jumping through hoops before the battle was over. And that is exactly how she planned to fight this battle. She hadn’t the slightest idea who she would be facing in due time, but she had no doubt in her mind that the wolf in question would be a fair bit bigger than herself. Which was the main reason she had arrived at the designated area way ahead of schedule. Enackir Hot Springs, huh? The chilly air met the heat of the water, shrouding nearly the whole area in a thick fog. Shayde had never been to such a place before. Unlike the lake within the Lleingas Woods, the spring’s water was crystal clear. The beta looked around, a frown marring her expression. Everything here is so different... From the water to the trees, nothing was like it was back in Acerbus. It all felt more alive here in Kamari, like evil didn’t even exist in the world. Shayde was quite glad she didn’t live in such a foul place. Where most saw only the evil that lay in the mysterious trees of Acerbus, Shayde saw a place to call home. Sure it was a bit eerie, and sometimes downright terrifying. But she’d rather be kept on her toes by nature than be surrounded by rainbows and sunshine. The thought alone made her growl. Acerbus—no—Descai was the only place on all of Anikira where the truth lay bare. Evil existed in the world. At least the wolves of Descai didn’t try to hide from it. They embraced it as a natural part of the world and yet they still stood tall. Faint footsteps approached, causing the beta femme to turn towards the sound. Her ears, which had risen at the noise, immediately flattened back to her head as she curled her lips back. Her opponent had appeared: a dark brute. He wasn’t nearly as large as she was imagining he would be. In fact, she might actually stand a chance in this petty battle. Shayde skipped the silly introductions and immediately launched herself into a defensive position, growling fiercely at him. Talking got her nowhere. And they weren’t there to talk. They were there to fight, to see which of them was the stronger of the two. She waited briefly before rushing forward, fangs bared as she leapt at her opponent. words:: Five-Hundred and Sixty-Four muse:: Crap... tags:: Lynker mood:: Ready to go ooc:: What an original title! XD

[Lynker]

Lynker steadily made his way across the prairie, ears pricked for any noise. Dusk was his favourite time of the day – it was nice and cool and his pure black pelt blended easily into the shadows. Darkness was his element. He loved being stealthy and mysterious, like a silent killer waiting to strike. He was unpredictable, and that made him dangerous. This evening, however, he wasn’t slinking around. He wanted someone to find him, although pinpointing his exact location would be difficult because of the thick fog muffling his footsteps.

A chilly breeze ruffled his fur but he continued on, used to the cold.
He had never set paw out of the Oriens, and had never wanted to. It was his home, and he would remain there for the rest of his life. But today was different. Today the urge to fight was too strong. He couldn’t fight his friends or his packmates, and there were no longer any bears left in the territory. Very few loners came to the Oriens, and most of those who did were friendly and wishing to join the pack. So today he was searching for someone to challenge him. He figured that if he intruded upon a pack’s territory he was bound to get some response, although he had washed himself thoroughly to get rid of Amar’s scent so they wouldn’t accuse his pack of invasion. He truly didn’t want any trouble in his home – if any blood was to be shed he would much rather it happened somewhere far away from the creatures he was loyal to.

The hot springs soon came into sight. Near a clear blue pool of steaming water he found a red she wolf, crouched in a defensive posture which was somehow highly aggressive at the same time. Lynker came to a stop and regarded her for a moment with hazel eyes. She was quite small – only a few inches taller than him, and he definitely held the weight advantage. The long black fur of the arctic brute spiked up, his appearance changing dramatically from sleek-furred runt to large prickly monster. Lynker was aware that this would be a battle of tactics rather than brute strength, but anything that threw her off would help. He didn’t care at all that she was female; she seemed perfectly content to fight him and he wouldn’t be sexist.

As she growled at him, Lynker rose up onto his hind legs and roared threateningly in reply, an odd sound to come from a wolf’s maw but a serious challenge nonetheless. He swung his front paws in the air, testing that he had a good base, but also showing off the unusually long wickedly curved knives that wolves called claws. Years of tree marking had sharpened them to deadly points, far more useful than the short blunt things that normal wolves had.

The she wolf suddenly lunged at him, baring sharp canine fangs, but he stood his ground. When she was nearly upon him, Lynker sidestepped and dropped his weight down on her, aiming to catch her shoulder with his claws. His opponent would still be able to dig her teeth into him but his grip would prevent her from knocking him over.



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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/96z8tro] Almost immediately upon entering the area, the dark brute had risen to his hind legs, letting loose a strange roar. Shayde nearly faltered under this abnormal behavior. Wolves didn’t roar. At least not like that. He sounded more like a bear than a wolf, and in the thick fog, it was almost enough to persuade her that he was a bear. But she had seen him. He was just too small to be a bear. At least not ones found on Anikira. She managed to keep her composure as she rushed the brute, ready to sink her fangs into him. But given that he had reared up, she found it a little more difficult to land a blow. Did she change direction and aim for his now-exposed throat? No, he would definitely expect that. Then go for the rear legs? She would have to get behind him, and that didn’t seem an easy feat at the moment. No. She continued her assault, only to have the brute drop his weight on her. Shayde nearly leapt to the side to avoid being crushed, but had a feeling it would be her only opportunity to get a hold of him. His sharp claws dug into her shoulder, painfully so. They shouldn’t be that sharp, she thought, letting out a yelp of pain. In rebuttal, she grabbed right onto the nearest flesh that she could. She had been hoping for a surprise attack, thus knocking the brute over or at least causing him to stumble a bit. But he had been the one to have the element of surprise. Shayde hadn’t been expecting him to rise to his hind legs, nor that sharpness of those claws. The red femme clamped her jaw shut as tightly as she could, relishing the taste of his blood in her mouth, before releasing the brute roughly, putting a small distance between them. She glanced at her shoulder, hissing in pain when she saw the long gashes oozing blood. Brown eyes flitted back to the brute filled with smoldering fire as she waited for the next move. Those claws of his were as lethal a weapon as his fangs would likely be. She glanced down at her own paws, frowning at the obvious difference. If worse came to worst she could certainly strike at him, but her claws would hardly leave a mark on the brute, unless she managed to get him across the nose. Even then it would be a stretch. Due to the fact that she had been taken by surprise by the brute’s defensive attack, Shayde wasn’t about to launch another attack right away. At close range, he could grab her with those claws of his, and she doubted he lacked the strength to hold her indefinitely. She had to keep this fight going with as little contact as possible. That meant her attacks needed to be short bursts and yet lethal enough to cause some serious damage while at the same time avoiding those claws of his. The sun had nearly disappeared at that point, shrouding the entire area in almost complete darkness. The brute, with his dark pelt, would soon disappear completely from the femme’s sight, especially with the fog growing thicker still. If she wished to remain standing, she would need to figure out a way to lure him from the darkness. And as her gaze flicked to the water’s edge, she knew exactly what she had to do. words:: Five-Hundred and Eighty-Six muse:: Pretty good tags:: Lynker mood:: Battle mode initiated ooc:: I'm assuming, given that you mentioned she would be able to sink her teeth into him, that she drew blood?

[Lynker]

Success! Sharp bear claws sliced into the she-wolf’s shoulder, and Lynker felt a little thrill as he heard her yelp of pain. But she recovered quickly and he felt her jaws clamped down on the tender flesh of his leg. The pain was nearly unbearable but he continued to dig into her shoulder with his claws, determined to make her feel the same.

The femme quickly pulled away, with a blood-covered maw to show for her efforts, but he had gotten her too – several gashes on her shoulder were where his claws had left their mark. Hazel eyes watched the enemy she wolf warily, waiting for her to launch into another attack. It seemed that they were having a break from the battle, as both had been injured by their little fight. He knew she could lash out at any second, as in her first attack she seemed to have tried to utilise the element of surprise so the black arctic made sure to remain on the alert.

Lynker carefully tested his leg on the ground and was relieved to find that although it hurt like hell when he put his weight on it it seemed to be working alright. He didn’t know how much damage he’d done to her shoulder, but by the looks of it it was nothing to shrug off lightly. So… they seemed to be evenly matched… For some wolves this might not be enough, but the small male felt a swell of pride that he had managed to hold his own against someone who was clearly an experienced fighter.

He hadn’t thought about it much at the time, but Kyros’s comment had stung him deeply. Lynker had already felt the need to prove that he could fight without his friends there to back him up – at least one of them had been at his side for nearly every confrontation he had faced, and although he didn’t truly believe he was a coward, he needed to be assured that he was valuable to Amar for his own skills and not just the extra numbers he brought with him.

And this was the perfect opportunity to prove that to himself. This time it was just him and his opponent in a one-on-one duel, and both on unfamiliar terrain so neither had the advantage. But the tide seemed to be turning a little in his favour as the sun sunk slowly below the horizon. Unlike her, he welcomed the night; it was perfect for him. His pure black pelt melted into the darkness and his thick arctic fur kept out the chilly wind.

Lynker decided that it was time for a bit more action. The male grinned deviously as he slowly moved backwards, deeper into the shadows. If he was the she wolf, he wouldn’t like that. No, not at all…



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