"People sometimes tell me that good men have too many rules...
that is simply not true.
Good men don't need rules...
today is not the day to find out why I have so many."


||Rajat||4yrs,8mnths||Male Brawler||Location:Courtyard||
Platinum eyes would flash threateningly at the rival as he released the another haunting melody from his throat...if anything it only confirmed the beast was truly insane. No, Ra did not wish to be lower in pack hierarchy than this mad bastard...but would gladly accept comradeship. Rajat had long ago learned that anybody remotely interesting was mad, in some way or another. Aes would be no different.

The forward thrust of Rajat's momentum, and the ducking motion the ashen rival made would be enough to viciously rip Ra from his neck, leaving a nasty wound. Unfortunately for Aes though, it would not be enough to somersault the platinum wolf over his shoulders especially since Rajat would use any traction gained either from the ground, or wolf itself, to reverse direction.

A silent snarl would adorn Rajat's gaunt ghostly face as the two faced each other once again ears perking as Aes launched himself onto the silver wolf with all of his weight. Instead of trying to maintain balance on the slippery surface, especially since he was outmatched in pure mass at the moment, the ex-rogue would resort to cunning... jogging forward in order to make sure that the massive challenger draped over him completely, all the while focusing his attention on latching his jaws on Aes's left hind food intent on locking it in a painful cage of sharpened tooth.

The result of this move would of course have negatives, the weight of Aes would collapse Rajat making movement for retaliation very difficult, along with the ability to suck in breath. At the same time though, the crazy ash wolf would have little to grab onto as his head would be over his opponent's rear end...though perhaps he could aim for the tail? Any adjustment's in position could possibly allow Rajat freedom to do damage to the wolf's vulnerable underside if the attack on Aes's hind leg was unsuccessful.

"People sometimes tell me that good men have too many rules...
that is simply not true.
Good men don't need rules...
today is not the day to find out why I have so many."


||Rajat||4yrs,8mnths||Male Brawler||Location:Courtyard||
It was obvious that ashen adversary had completely snapped, reminding Rajat of a diseased wolverine he had seen winter past. If the former rogue had been pack coddled, he likely would have been intimidated even cowed by Aes's impressive demonstration of impassioned rage. As it stood though, the silverine beast was not overly impressed...he had seen worse during his time alone, and was a lot safer now with pack eyes watching, than back than.

Rajat had successfully snatched his opponent's foot from the air, but momentum had forced the male's direction to change abruptly flipping him slightly backwards where he landed heavily on his right side , his fall only partially cushioned by spring mud and snow. The beast's jaws were still firmly locked around his rival's hind foot, and his pure stubbornness was payed for when his opponent's hind claws raked straight down his muzzle with terrible force. Enough force to draw blood? Who knew? It was certainly strong enough to make Ra's nostril's sting painfully, even as he jerkily scrabbled to his feet.

If Aes had not seemed about to fly into a murderous rage that could perhaps result in some regrettable decisions, Rajat may have let the male's foot go in preference for an attempt at his opponent's throat. As thing's stood though, the frosted ex-loner was unwilling to release his catch without gaining some advantage in the near future to balance out the mad gleam in his opponent's eye. Rajat's massive skull would whip back and forth as teeth gnashed together with intense pressure hopefully temporarily injuring his opponent's foot and leg muscles enough to prevent proper movement if all four's were once again gained.

During all of this violent drama it would be obvious to any watching that the two wolves differed greatly in personality even though they were very similar in color and size. The ashen rival's deadly war-cries could likely be heard for miles...when Rajat hardly made noise other than the occasional soft snarl and growl. Aes's fiery, impassioned eyes brought to mind a volcano in mid eruption, while Rajat's irises could very well be compared to the cold, empty glaciers found in the far north. Eye's were truly window's to the soul...and it would be interesting to see if it would be the enraged berserker, or the silent assassin who won this particular challenge.

Reluctantly letting go of Aes's hind leg, knowing that further stubbornness would result in much pain with little reward, Rajat would immediately seek to latch his jaws onto his opponent's vulnerable underbelly. If he was successful, and the mad creature beneath him did not find a way to dodge the attack, Ra' would be vulnerable to a beating of both hind leg's and opponent's muzzle...which would be warned away with a low growl. At that point in this dangerous game, the trump card would be firmly in Rajat's mouth...quite literally. All that would be needed to end the ashen rival would be a particularly violent thrashing of the head which would bring up the very real possibility of spilling Aes's innards. Submission would be nearly unavoidable to any but the insane...hopefully the watching alpha would prevent any illogical decisions like that to be taken.