[SPITFIRE] x Sirius

SIRIUS ( 558w, 5xp + 5xp)

Though the morning had been uneventful the process of getting others through the Harboring made his headache with how uncoordinated they'd all been on rocky ice. If a suka knew how to balance themselves they wouldn't sail straight over and sacrifice their spot in the ranks. They'd be back where they were the moment it opened, yet none prevailed or took the challenge with stride. He debated ripping off his cloak and showing the weak how it was done, nothing like practice through example. A loose lip celestial had rushed into the hub searching for him with orders from the northern borders about the infected areas. No sightings but he couldn't ever be too safe. And the southern towers? They yet to show and that worried the Novais, if he'd lost them to bandits or whatever heathen with a weapon that rolled by he'd be doomed with the start of a war. Body lounged across the pelts of the den, his body remained comfortably burrowed in the pelts and straw strewn about logs, wool pillow tucked around each stump. Giving it a small welcoming vibe as the area was warmed with fire pits leaving the icy cold outside at those who remained Celestials quietly gathered for sleep and food. "Novais!" One announced through the entrance as they shoved along a small brindled pup with a mismatched face. Oh, he was unbearably underweight from traveling this far north, no wonder he sought shelter and what better place than the pack that wanted outsiders to drop dead along their borders. Their eyes fueled with fire that rivaled Sirius' own, but somehow it whittled away with how outnumbered they'd been. "We found him along the south-western border." They announced, Sirius turned his gaze toward the one who spoke. "Why'd you bring him?" Sirius asked through a tight voice, harsh and low with teeth bore, the last he needed was another Ruuka flaunting their ego about. The last one he destroyed and exiled from the pack the very next day, the smaller dogs sank into their necks at his overwhelming presence. "No answers?" He scanned over his 'worthy celestials' with a huff rolling from his nose and teeth hid back behind the dark lips, his pelt solid black in the dim lighting, the small flecks of white visible from how close he'd been to the other. Sirius took a whiff of their aura with a deep sigh, his eyes wandered up to the painted cave walls, seeing the old paints holding strong: "you're awfully small for a Vlana." Sirius' ears twitched back then forward as if he'd been listening to something, the breeze shifted through the cave with a loose sigh, "these bastards deemed you worthy of stepping foot in our home." His words were cold, harsh lacking any sort of warmth. "now, tell me what's your name, kid? What brought you so far north? Your demise or curiosity?" The celestials around them went to speak before they backed off at his stern glance over then back to the piebald pup in front of him. Something about how they stared into his eyes made the leader itch with annoyance, but his stance never shifted they were young and foolish. Spoiled from the smell of it. "I've got little time for pricks stuck in my foot, you better be worth more than that." 

Tokhta ( 563w, 5xp + 5xp)

Every hair on the suka’s body prickled anxiously as he eyed the two dogs at his flanks. They were thick furred and wore coats of sheepskin and wolf pelts over their shoulders to shield them from the harsh winds their territory was known for. Once again, Tokhta has stumbled into pack territory. This time, however, he felt as if he wouldn’t be as lucky. Red had been a strange suka, yet her company left him feeling somewhat rejuvenated. Despite leaving on a bad note he felt as if his energy had been partially restored, perhaps it was the adrenaline? He wouldn’t admit it out loud but he’d most certainly prefer to be in her presence at that moment. If he had to choose between the two of course. He wondered why these suka insisted he come with them back to their establishment, he really didn’t want to get tangled up in another mess- not now. So he said, “No.” Tokhta learned quickly that these dogs didn’t like being told ‘no’. His body had just the right amount of energy to continue travelling, but he wasn’t confident that he could take on two suka at once without risking some serious injury. After some… ‘Convincing’, Tokhta reluctantly agreed to go with them. Soon enough they reached camp, huts and small fire pits stuck out like thorns in the snow. More animal pelts were strewn about where more suka settled in groups around the fire pits. Some engaged in pleasant conversation, others digging into a meal. Tokhta’s eyes darted around at the sight of so many dogs in one space, slowly heads began to turn toward him with unwavering glares. His arrival stirred the atmosphere and turned it cold. He growled dismissively and tore his gaze from his surroundings, staring angrily at his paws as they guided him through the clearing. Tokhta could feel their stares burning on his back, ‘God this is uncomfortable.’ A heavy shadow hung over his head as they came to an abrupt stop, “Novais!” They barked, postures as stiff as stone. Tokhta stood up and glanced between the dogs either side of him, “Wait wait wait, what’s-“ the words died in his throat when his eyes met the hulking, black suka before him. Dread washed over him in a cold wave, causing his fur to stand on end- not in fear, but with anticipation. He didn’t look pleased that these two had brought Tokhta into his home, and to be fair, neither was he. You and me both, buddy. His gaze raked over Tokhta before settling on his subordinates. Tokhta watched in mild amusement as his escorts shrunk into their pelts when they were questioned, ‘Geez, what pussies.’ He uttered, barely a whisper. The black sukas attention came to Tokhta once again, this time he would be the one to talk. ‘Awfully small? Peh, says you- who hides under a pile of pelts.’ He considered snapping but quickly thought better of it. ”I’m Asuig, actually.” He replied calmly, his ears pressed forward with interest. “My name is Tokhta, I was just passing through when those thugs came by and brought me. I don’t wanna be here any more than you want me to, so why not let me be on my way?” He blinked as he met the sukas gaze evenly, raising an eyebrow as his lips curled into a smile. 

SIRIUS ( 504w, 5xp )

Sirius glanced over their features until he barely caught their whisper with a knit brow his fangs peered from below his lip, this one had a mouth and had no control over it. One that'll end him in the pit more than once daily. Their tail swept along the air until it fell to his ankles again letting him speak and free whatever aggression settled in their chest. Ah, Asuig, far from home, aren't we? A smile curled along his cheeks one that seemed forced. "Those thugs brought you to our home for a reason." His words were even and comfortable on the tip of his tongue but it didn't help the two celestials feel any better about being so close to him. "Tell me, why are you wondering so far from your home." He asked as he turned to the small pit of pelts and straw before he sat back down, body sprawled in a comfortable manner. "Go ahead-" He rolled his eyes to the pelts across from him, "relax." His words were a challenge from the looks of it to see what he'd do to stand and be stubborn, to comply and sit, or unwind and sink into the luxuries of the hub. The hub filled with blood-soaked dogs that devoured their meals and booze. Sirius had been nursing his own drink, it's warmth flooded his senses. Another had been placed across from his own as his smile faded to something more relaxed and soothed at the scent of warm cider flooding his senses. Nothing was better in the dead of winter than the traditional Jalo drink: Clouded Arrow. The Hunn had their own drink, something a little stronger in flavor than the Clouded Arrow, it was a warm cider with cinnamon, nutmeg, and hints of aspen. The drink often used for celebration after the war, a few souls sitting alone often drowned in it to curve whatever edge they had, Sirius? He only just started to favor it over the Clouded Arrow, which is why he ordered it for both he and Tokhta. "Far from home and in the wrong season, I'm shocked y'made it through the blizzards alive." Sirius mused after taking a drink of his own before his elbow propped against the pillow. "What're y'searching for? Runnin' from somethin'?" His eyes followed over Tokhta with a small tilt in his head as he watched him move and observe his surroundings in small bursts. Sirius knew the other had questions, but his could wait until they were done talking, the Nova wanted to see why exactly his warriors brought him this far into the pack without regarding anyone else first. There'd been the Asters, Orbits, anyone but him. "I've yet to meet an outsider worth of our time, I don't want to waste a good drink on a lost soul." His words came out harsh as the ears flicked upright in interest of the other, nose flared as he exhaled. Taking a drag of the scent in his nerves settled. 

Tokhta ( 349w, + 2xp)

The pied male stifled the twitch in his upper lip that threatened to reveal his teeth as the Novais surveyed him, something deep in his gut told him that this guy was dangerous. He remained somewhat still and didn’t let the black dog out of his sight, Tokhta watched as a painfully forced smile appeared on his face. They better have. He thought to himself, what an absolute waste of time and energy to be taken hostage by these weirdos. He could feel his muscles relax as the distance between them grew, watching as the cloaked figure came to settle in his throne of pelts. Not only was he dangerous, he had power. It was so obvious, Tokhta felt a little stupid for not noticing sooner- he was in the alpha’s lair. This was more sinister than he first thought. A challenge? To relax?? A hint of a smirk grew on Tokhta’s face, “Gee, thanks. Don’t mind if I do.” This was a challenge that he couldn’t refuse. With less than a moment’s hesitation Tokhta sat down, his gaze unmoving from the Novai’s. Perhaps sitting wasn’t as comfortable as he’d have liked, so he went one step further and lied down on his stomach in a sphynx-like position with his head held high. Tokhta allowed a moment of silence to pass before answering his question, “Not running, searching. I’m looking for someone. Got a score to settle, I’m sure you know what that’s like.” As he spoke some warm ale was served to them both, it took him by surprise. How hospitable of them… It was unlike anything he’d had in Asuig, but the warm aroma of spices did cause his mouth to water- even just a little. He considered the possibility of his drink being spiked with some kind of poison but dismissed it, he’d wait until the Novai’s took a sip of his own. That’s right, he’d revealed his own name before knowing who he was speaking to. Tokhta cleared his throat, “Mm-hmm, so, what’s your name? I’d like to know who exactly I’m sharing ale with.” 

SIRIUS ( 503w, 5xp )

Sirius turned his head as he glanced over the figure who remained a comfortably safe distance away from him, his nose flared before he let his nose rest over his drink to warm. "I've no enemies- got rid of ‘em all." He mused idly as he lapped at the drink before his vibrant eyes fell to the short-coated male, impressed they hadn't frozen over he let them enjoy the comfortable pelts and heat from the fires. For he wouldn't for long, not until he was thrown out or became a Ruuka. The suka dismissed the Celestials before he cleared his throat after the burn of his throat from drink, "Sirius- I'm usually known by my title or that. Either work." The black dog went to explain before he adjusted along with the pillows with his head rolled back to glance over the mismatched face with bright eyes: "Who are you hunting? I may know 'em, or try to remember if anyone does. It's not often we leave but the Orbiters are the ones venturing beyond." His paw extended over the small wooden slab as his nails ticked along the stump letting his face warm over the Ale like it was his own personal hot spring. Which he so desired to sink into and not return until everyone learned some decent manners in the pack. How to respect him. How to earn their rank like proper Hunn. It was ridiculous how little followers returned to their former ranks almost as if their bodies had betrayed them, staying in the homes fit for Ruuka with nothing. Nothing but regulated meal drop-offs and little protection, it made Sirius feel slightly at fault- but he knew better than to let a bunch of weak dogs be in charge of the territory, hunting, gathering. "Tokhta, was it?" He asked, "you look like you got a spirit in ya' do you often ring fight? Or heard of it?" He asked with a toothy grin, a vibrant white against his dark features especially in the lowlight of the cavern. "It's a renowned event here if you were interested in staying- we could find you an opponent to test strength?" He suggested with the raise of his brow, knowing he'd been pushing his limit. But, he wanted to know who this kid was- his mysterious lust for revenge- to understand the mind of the others who had been near the same age as he: "It's, of course, optional but then I'd be forced to stuff you in a tent with another dog until you've passed the Harboring- I don't think either of us wanna do that." Sirius mused as his eyes rolled to the exit then back to the slender coat dog across from him, a lot of those around here had been cocky. Would he be the same? Who would be his opponent? A Celestial who brought him here maybe, but Sirius loved participating in the events to strike down the Ruuka who step foot in the same ring as him. "Thoughts?" 

Tokhta ( 547w, + 5xp)

The young male exhaled sharply through his nose like a silent snort at Sirius’s remark, “Is that so? Impressive.” He joined in lapping at the lightly spiced ale, the unique blend washing over his tongue felt somewhat comforting. The alcohol warmed his insides, a sensation he was grateful for in this bitterly cold climate. Tokhta rolled his shoulders and leaned back a little, his expression steeled with the change of topic- his target… or better, his ‘father’. Tokhta thought better of mentioning the familial ties, he didn’t know what Sirius’s moral standing on hunting family- so he omitted the important detail. “A dog by the name of Cecil, a suka. He’s supposedly well known for his… Deeds, I guess you could call it that.” He stared at the ale between his paws, watching the low light dance across the surface of the steaming liquid as he revisited his motivation for hunting Cecil. If he’d known what he looked like tracking the bastard down wouldn’t be so hard. There were so many lies surrounding that dog, the dog he’d been groomed to believe was some kind of hero worthy of praise. He wanted to discover the truth about him, the truth behind why he’d left the family that he started- to find out the kind of person he really was. His ears perked when his name was called, he shifted his gaze back to meet with Sirius’s as he spoke. Tokhta smirked a little, “Ha, I can’t say I’ve ever fought in a ring- but I have had my fair share of punch-ups.” He licked his lip to clean off the remaining droplets of ale that clung to his fur, “Oh yeah? Sounds like it could be fun.” A proposition had been made, Sirius extended a paw in offering him to stay with them- but why? He’d been wandering through the snow when his subordinates brought him in, he was just a stray to them. Tokhta’s brow knit together thoughtfully, he took a couple more sips of his drink while he mulled things over. What would happen if he accepted the offer? How do the ring fights work? Is it a potential trap? Furthermore; what happens if he wins against one of Sirius’s own? So many questions that would go without answers. It was an attractive offer for sure, there is a huge amount of power in numbers. A pack would provide him with shelter, food & protection, but at what cost? He’d be able to continue his search as long as he gained this ‘orbiter’ status, but Tokhta suspected that’d be more difficult than it sounded. The chances of Sirius giving him a position with such freedom so early were slim to none, he wondered what he’d have to do in order to gain said ranking- if he accepted. Several moments of quiet passed, only the sound of a crackling fire to fill the gaps. Finally he settled on a decision. “I’ve gotta be honest with you, Sirius. That sounds great and all, but I’d like to know more about your ‘establishment’ before I give the final word.” He lifted his chin and met the black suka’s odd eyes with his own steady gaze, “How does that sound? Care to give me an introduction to this place?” 

SIRIUS ( 730w, 5xp )

Sirius watched as the short-coat lapped at his warm drink while watching the bits of ice clinging to his fur dissolve from the heat, his nose huffed over his letting it warm at his jaw. Then the suka he was hunting, Tohkta mentioned their deeds and were assumed to be a line of work frowned by the sheriffs. Cecil, a name he'll remember. He'd mention it to the border patrol since most got names out of all suka who passed through or attempted near the borders it was used to keep tabs on who might get too close and how many times. Just in case protective measures needed to be initiated, his nose huffed before a grin curled over his features. Sirius found it hard to believe that this kid would have a blood sworn enemy at his age, he had to be no older than Sirius. It made him think of himself, his father, and Saint- his father was vindictive and cruel whereas Saint was set-up through the Gazers who lead them to depart and vanish for years. Saint never returned, but he did. Sirius knew if she were to return half the pack would rip her apart for treason, he'd not want for his only friend to be torn into fine little pieces. Skull burned and placed on a pike along the Celestial towers as a trophy of those who'd been exiled, very few ever lived the process. With the mention of him having a few brawls, the large suka shifted around with his head cocked to the side, "Oh? If you're able to hold yourself up in a fight- I don't see why you need to come to the North where everyone who relatively passes through Spidersilk is brought in or chased off. Either by us or the infected." His voice was stern, a little more serious than he meant it to be but shoulders rolled to the side as his head swayed to the left an awful thing is that some never outran the Hunn. Nails curled into the pad then ticked along the table slowly, his nose turned down as his discolored gaze remained steady on Tohkta. An act, as if he had control of where and what he should know and be. Sirius was no historian or Gazer, he was a warrior one who had been decorated in the pelt of a wolf he killed, teeth grit behind his closed-lip as his jaw popped before he opened to speak. "What a proposal." He whispered, looking over the smaller stature of the other, "I can't show you around but I can easily speak about what we're about and what you've already agreed to be apart of-" Eyes locked on their soft ones with a sort of agitation lining his features, there'd been plenty of suka who attempted to outplay the rules and bend it to their will. That of all things- Sirius despised the most. This Ruuka was no exception, one who was willing to come with his Celestials and wind up at his feet. Yet, he didn't know what he could've done to the drink, the amount of guards that had been watching Tohkta's back and at ease along with the pile of pelts. "We're Hunn, one mind, one body. We are here to guard and protect our legends and secrets. Wrath and pride fall in the same line here where you fight with pride and carry the wrath of above, we believe in the astronomical side of the world guided by stars and fueled by the stories they tell." His voice had been careful, collected- "We kill Odka, we pike heads, we brawl, yet all you hear about us if we are cruel, but once you've stayed here long enough we'll share who we are with you." "You earn your spot and story, you do not waltz in demanding knowledge. You must earn it." Sirius shifted around before his nose brushed the surface of his drink, emerging the scents that settled his nerves. His pupils had been dilated due to the dim light around them, the breeze howled outside in bursts and died down faster than they could blink. A small chuckle before shaking his head, if they were to move too fast or run off they'd be brought down by the few at ready near the exit. "Do you understand, Tokhta? You've already agreed." 

Tokhta ( 358w, + 2xp)

The more Sirius spoke, the more dread set in. Tokhta’s time of relaxation was over. His eyes widened with the realisation, he didn’t have a choice. He never did. From the moment those soldiers found him, he never had a say in what would happen to him. He opened his mouth in protest, his voice let out a couple broken rasps between Sirius’s words. Quickly silencing himself by swallowing the hard lump that developed in his throat. The young male’s posture became rigid as his eyes danced around the room, skimming the figures that lined the walls of the hutt. Somehow he’d forgotten that they weren’t alone, it was as if their presence had melted into the walls until Sirius said: “We’re Hunn, one mind, one body.” Their eyes bore into his pelt, burning, itching. Their stares one yet many. The fur along his spine rose like tiny needles as he lowered his head and snarled indignantly, digging his nails into the ground beneath him. This pack was powerful, leaving no room for doubt about their abilities. As he thought before, there is power in numbers -and he- was outnumbered. If he didn’t respond carefully, he could easily get himself killed. “Right then,” Tokhta let out a ragged breath, pulling his head back and puffing out his chest, “If it’s going to be like that- then why don’t you let me show you?” His heart raced, pounding hard against his ribcage. Despite his newfound anxiety, he flashed his canines at Sirius challengingly. “You’re not going to give me a choice, so the least you can do is allow me to prove myself worthy.” The room echoed with the low growls of the suka around him, obviously agitated by his approach to their alpha. At that moment Tokhta couldn’t care less, his quarrel was with the black dog lying on a throne of trophies before him. He’d taken the gamble that Sirius wouldn’t just sick his dogs on him and take the challenge personally, the odds were heavily stacked against the loner- but he believed this would be his best chance at surviving in this place. All I have to do now: is not die.

SIRIUS ( 536w, 5xp )

Sirius looked over the kid who bore his fangs the symphony of snarls that followed at his motion, Sirius glanced toward the Celestials that stood at the ready but all backed down as he batted his eyes with a huff. There'd not been many who challenged him directly usually they picked some lonesome drunk sitting in the corner so they'd win, which never worked they were all decoys. The tail that thumped against the pelt he lounged over let a hum cross his lips, debating if it was worth the time. But, if he could beat him he'd earn a spot without a doubt on any rank he pleased. "Sounds like a challenge-" He started, "under one condition, if you lose you must rise in the ranks normally. If you win, you get to choose the rank you like without question." There'd been a few shocked faces among the Celestials and it made a few snaps angrily which earned them a glance and like that they straightened out. Legs folded before the black dog smiled looking at the suka who wore a snarl along with his features, whereas Sirius sat peacefully without much of a care. "Sound fair?" He asked with a brow raised, it wasn't drastic conditions but it was an achievement for the young suka to try his best at proving himself to the Hunn. "If so," The boy rolled and stood up shaking his coat free of the lax mood that shimmied its way up to his spine, toes flexed as his spine cracked as he stretched out. "I'd like for you to accompany me to the ring." The suka let the large pelt draped over his body in a lazy fashion still hiding a majority of the flank that he never cared to expose. Spikey flares of fur rustled into place along his neck as his teeth chattered the Celestials then left the room and made their way to the ring, the large figure stalked after them and waited at the door for the short-coat Ruuka. Sirius didn't think much of it, but he knew the kid had some guts challenging him directly and for one, he never backed down from a challenge. Any opportunity to prove who he was, why he held his rank and his name was one to fear: he took it. With the winter breeze settling the rays of sun-blessed the lands for what seemed like a gift from above, Sirius relished in the fact that most of the warmth up here was from the sun's rays alone. Not the ground or countless pelts. But, the sun- the largest star of them all. Outside, there'd been a good chunk of Suka who watched the small group of dogs emerge and the beginning of Sirius who seemed to be waiting on someone, they all followed after to the ring. An audience for the first-timer, Sirius thought with a toothy grin before he nudged the pelts apart and stepped into the snow exhaling whatever warmth he let into his body. He'd been grateful for the short break, but now it had been back to business with testing those of the pack on where they belonged- if they did at all. 

Tokhta ( 571w, + 5xp)

Tokhta kept his chin held high as the room swelled with the disapproving snarling of the Hunn dogs. He glanced around for signs of anyone approaching him but to his relief, the suka backed down with one sharp look from their alpha. If dogs could sweat, the young male would be drenched in perspiration. Despite his bold approach, he had no clue how to fight properly. These dogs were made to fight, their culture seemingly revolved around it. Sure, he'd gotten himself into scuffles here and there with other strays but... nothing like this. His snarl settled into a scowl, his nose still scrunched up with displeasure. Considering he had no choice in the matter, it wasn't a bad deal. Although, it sparked suspicion; why else would Sirius give him such an offer unless he was confident in his victory? Tokhta remained silent and allowed his glare to speak for him. He wasn't happy about the arrangement but wasn't about to protest. He might be daft, but not enough so to act rashly while being outnumbered. The suka around him had simmered down but their eyes alone were enough to keep him on guard, who knows what they'd do if he slipped a whisker out of line. Tokhta's blue gaze followed Sirius as he shouldered his way to the exit, a few of the guards recoiled from him with a simple flash of his fangs. It was impressive the amount of control he had over these dogs, he respected Sirius for that at the very least. A sickly clump of dread gathered in his stomach as he followed him outside. He received a couple of growls and close snaps from suka he passed, they all fell into place behind him like they were herding a sheep- making sure he'd have no room to run. Something made him think they'd done this all before. As they made their way to the ring, Tokhta found himself wondering how he got himself into all this. Perhaps if he'd spent more time in the village looking for clues he wouldn't be preparing to fight a pack alpha. No matter, he knew that no amount of wishful thinking would change the circumstances at hand. The best he could do was fight tooth and nail to prove himself to be worth more than a grain of dirt to Sirius, maybe then he'd be set free. Maybe that's wishful thinking, too. It wasn't long after he and Sirius found themselves in the ring when more suka gathered to marvel at the occasion, there were so many he could have sworn they'd alerted the surrounding towns as well. Anxiety gripped the male once more as the amount of eyes examining him grew larger and larger, he'd never seen this many suka in one place before. Damn... if I mess this up I'm absolutely fucked. He resisted the urge to curl up and block out the sea of voices surrounding them but instead he pulled his head back and stood tall, his lips drew back to reveal his teeth once more. "I don't know about you, Sirius. But I'd like to get this over and done with." He shifted his weight from paw to paw, readying his stance. "How does this thing go? How do we know who wins?" Tokhta flattened his ears, he suspected the winner to be determined on a knock-out basis- but he feared a more grim outcome. 

SIRIUS ( 532w, 5xp )

Sirius had taken the stride from the cave to the ring with ease, it sat on top of a hill overlooking a bed of ice blanketing the ocean like a wonderland of ice. There'd been several tents about where the Ruuka were often placed, it had been a sort of slums this way but nothing had been unkempt, bloodied, all the same as the center of the Asterism. Clean and covered in fresh snow or mud. The only place that drank any sort of blood was the ring, where many gathered to cheer on whoever it encountered and fed on. They referred to it as a mouth almost with how often suka found themselves at its mercy on the ground, covered in their own blood and mud. A ridiculous affair, but it was the only place they'd been allowed to let loose: no rules, fair game, no one was allowed to die. No one, well maybe a few. Nose turned to the wind as he let the other stand across from him as he let his paw tug the clamps of his coat free, "three simple guides, no rules, no weapons, you win when your partner hits the floor." He maw pulled off the coat and whipped it over the post beside a dark suka who watched him with the glare of a thousand suns, it made his chin follow down with a smirk. "You see Tohkta, not many make it this far." He cleared his throat before standing before the other body lined with muscle and mass that could probably challenge any wolf or man who raised their weapons to him. For he didn't need a weapon, when weight and skill were on his side, an advantage against most dogs who used mostly fight or flight. Sirius shook his thick coat before the tongue drew over his fangs as a golden suka approached with black accents, "Now- keep it clean as you can, Sirius- you too, Ruuka." She glanced toward Tohkta who made her teeth pulled out of her lip with a toothy grin. "The count of three, it'll start, since he's the challenger he attacks first in.." "Three!" She shouted and Sirius hunkered down with a toothy snarl, brows furrowed. "Two!" The female backed off to the sidelines again, "One!" And with that, Sirius watched Tohkta waiting for his attack knowing if he'd countered him he'd have him pinned by the throat in no time- but he'd humour the thin Suka first. Paws dragged over the snow as he swayed to the right heading in closer, slowly but surely. The crowd teased and taunted Sirius to make a move but he knew better, he knew the game and how to play it whereas the suka surrounding them got aggressive too fast. Sirius used his brains. "Tohkta, what's the first spot you'll hit?" Sirius seemed to taunt the younger male with a twister grin, the black mass of a suka moved closer and snapped at his legs with a hum as he drew up. He was light on his feet from the looks of it, but so was Sirius- the large suka knew how to manoeuvre through the snow without slipping. 

Tokhta ( 415w, + 2xp)

The ice-cold air sliced through his thin coat, grazing his skin like sharp claws raking tree bark. It sent a violent chill down the length of his body, causing him to pause for a couple of seconds to regain his composure. Clearly, Tokhta wasn't made for a climate this cruel. Sirius laid the ground rules simply, no rules, no weapons, you win when your partner hits the floor. He watched Sirius with the vigilance of a hawk as he rid himself of his cloak and tossed it carelessly over a stray wooden post, their eyes met briefly before the alpha turned and took his place before him in the ring. A brief sensation of dread washed over him again at the sight of the suka's raw muscle, he was much bigger than he expected underneath all that extra fur. The pied suka lowered his head and snarled viciously, ears pulled back. "Too bad for them, this is an absolute dream." His coat prickled, hackles standing tall as Sirius took a couple of steps toward him. The way he licked his teeth was unsettling, to say the least. That smirk, the glimmer in his eyes that mocked his very presence... He'd show Sirius not to look at him that way again. The moment of tension was broken as a blonde suka stepped in, addressing both males with a warning not to be too dirty. He scoffed with an eye-roll to rival that of a young girl's and further lowered his head to the ground, a rumble of warning in his throat. He couldn't believe this was happening. Three, two, ONE! There was no hesitation from Sirius once the numbers fell, he sauntered toward him confidently and lunged for his feet. He taunted Tokhta with a sickly sweet tone, no sign of remorse to be seen. He didn't seem to be the kind of dog to ever feel sorry for something, anyway. Tokhta reared back with a swift sidestep, pulling his front paws to his chest so that they'd be out of the black suka's reach. He let out a savage noise as he dove down at his opponent's exposed shoulders with his jaws wide open, aiming to clamp shut just behind his shoulder blades. If he landed the shot, it'd at least slow the larger dog down. His blood pounded in his ears, adrenalin fueling the aggression he felt toward Sirius; the one who'd taken him prisoner and forced him into a corner. I'll show you! 

SIRIUS ( 453w, 2xp )

Sirius felt their breath from how close he'd been and the moment they backed off and reared taking another few steps closer if he were any thicker they'd be a threat, with their height. They masked him in their shadow, small as it may have been- Sirius grinned letting a roll of air out from his nose staying put as he watched their jaws clamp onto his back. With that, his head tucked against his stomach and reared up his weight slamming Tohkta flat against the ground. The body rolled off before his and in an instant, his fangs breached the side of his neck and pulled him up, not a fleck of remorse as his fangs puncture into the flesh. "Think!" He snarled, eyes focused on the blues ones. "Think!" He pressed tighter, feeling the pull of their skin. If he'd been any crueller he'd rip the chunk off but, he dropped their body paw pressed to the wound. "Dogs only rear if they have a grip on their opponent, not as the first move!" He snapped, a voice silenced the crowd instantly as the suka around seemed to cower at his harsh tone. "Plenty of dogs have been killed over that, I could've pulled at the most sensitive part of your belly and you'd be disembowelled for the crowd to witness!" His voice was hushed as he pressed further against the raw wound, the blood pooling against his paw feeling the wetness stained the black fur in a damp patch. He hoped the kid would've had a better first move, but he'd been disappointed that something so childish was offered- otherwise he'd not had slammed his entire weight against them, their neck wouldn't have a gash. The leader pulled back from Tohkta as he stepped away from the small dog in the ring nose slipped under his coat as he flipped it over his body and shook it into place. There'd been a moment he wanted to turn to the dog beside the post, their vibrant eyes burned into his flesh like he was the one at fault. It wasn't his fault, nor was it the kid's place to challenge the leader without little to no knowledge in rings. Sirius fastened the clips before his head turned toward Tohkta, "Cosmics will care for your wound if anyone breathes foul words to you. They'll suffer under my mercy, I don't expect you to know how to fight against a Hunn member, nor did I expect you to choose me." "But, it's over- you're Polaris, congratulations. You're a sheepherder just like everyone else is currently." Sirius popped a grin before he turned and left without a glance back or a care in the world. The world turned upside down and his surroundings melted into a blur as he was slammed into the slow, what air that remained in his lungs was knocked out by the sheer force from hitting the ground. 

Tokhta ( 390w, + 2xp)

The world turned upside down and his surroundings melted into a blur as he was slammed into the slow, what air that remained in his lungs was knocked out by the sheer force from hitting the ground. Tokhta barely had time to catch up to Sirius's movements when the sun itself was blotted out as he lunged over him. "Shit!" He tried to scramble out of the way when he felt his skin and tissue give way with a sickening 'pop' as Sirius mercilessly dug his fangs into Tokhta's neck. What started out as a growl quickly gave way to a blood-curdling cry of pain, the alpha held his forequarters off of the ground with the vice grip he held on his victim. Tokhta couldn't think straight for the overwhelming pain that clouded his vision, Sirius's frustrated tone barely breaking through the haze. Think, Think! He said. He was right, Tokhta was foolish to expose himself- especially so early on. Suddenly he found himself in the snow, free of his opponent's grip. The cold felt almost welcoming in comparison. His moment of peace was rudely interrupted once more as Sirius pressed his large paw into the wound on Tokhta's neck, receiving a pained croak as he leaned into the wound. This is it, I'm done for. It's what I get for being such an idiot. The piebald suka tensed himself and prepared to receive his damning blow, but it never came. Sirius's voice was quieter this time and not dripping with malice, just disappointment. Maybe that was worse. Those few moments dragged out until the weight was lifted from his neck, and Sirius walked away. Tokhta gagged and gasped to catch his breath, his lungs straining to gather as much air as they could. He rolled onto his belly but didn't have the drive to stand, Tokhta lie in the snow and watched as Sirius fixed his cloak. He held the alpha's gaze for a moment before letting his chin hit the snow, it hurt to hold his head up. The words that Sirius spoke were unexpectedly kind, vowing that his wounds would be cared for and his pride protected. It took Tokhta by surprise, more so than his bite. He offered a slow nod in acceptance, despite his loss- he'd made it. He was alive. He was Hunn.