Lost Lake Down to the Bone

Early afternoon; partly cloudy and cool.

Tlarx brought himself to the lake, where he knew the wolf would here him when he called. The ravelment no longer twisted his mind; he knew what he wanted and how it would be done. He was going to challenge the current leader, Kegan, for his position in controlling Poison Path. His dear sweet Athena needed him by her side, and he was not going to let her down. Of course, Tlarx did not know how Kegan himself thought of the pack; what his plans were for it. Either way, the gray-white man was not about to back down. Padding up silently to the large body of still water, Tlarx gazed down upon his reflection. Deep brown eyes stared back as he stood. Blinking, he lowered his head, lapping rather slowly at the water. The thoughtful man now brought his head upwards, listening to the cry of some sort of predatory bird. With a small smile, he turned away from the lake, walking a few paces before stopping in his tracks. The silence of the area surrounded him; he became one with the territory. Raising his head toward the clouded sky, the male parted his jaws, allowing a long, eerie howl to escape his throat. He beckoned for Kegan.

(This post was last modified: Jun 11, 2012, 09:20 PM by Tlarx.)

Kegan had been peacefully strolling around until he had heard long howl, it sounded like males, which the howler had to be Tlarx, since they were the only two males from the pack. Kegan padded up quickly towards the lake. There he was, the pale white and grey mixed wolf. Kegan knew that Tlarx would challenge him. The boy hoped that this battle wouldn't effect the way they would talk to each other. The boy opened his mouth to speak. <b>"Hello, Tlarx, are you going to challenge me for the leader ship of Poison Path? I know how much you love Athena....but I won't be going down easily."</b> Kegan said kindly, though with a hint of courage.

Kegan nodded down kindly, saying that Tlarx would be aloud to move first. Kegan wondered if he would win, but was almost certain that this male was more stronger than him. The boy was alright a fighting, but wasn't to fond of it, he waited, growling at the white wolf who was about to take the first move.

It wasn't long before Kegan approached. The younger wolf appeared out of the cloudy day; he knew what Tlarx wanted him here for. The older man dipped his head respectfully toward the current leader, and without another word, prepared himself for the scuffle that was to ensue. Rolling his shoulder blades, he loosened himself, as not to be tense-muscled during the fight. If he was to obtain wounds with tightened muscles, it would be a lot more painful. This was knowledge he had gained from his father. The large white-gray male now padded to the right, his brown eyes upon Kegan's fiery ones. Tail was low, stiffening as his ears folded back. As he neared the man, his hind limbs burst him into action. Muscles rippled beneath his coat as the wolf came forth, jaws opening. He aimed to bite upon the leader's mid-section, but if he failed to bite, he would try to hurl his massive weight against him. The air always seemed still when a fight occurred. Although it seemed that way, there was a slight breeze as he moved. The air wafted through his nostrils and mingled with his fur, giving him the feel of flying. Though he was only inches off the ground for a split second, it felt like forever..

(This post was last modified: Jun 12, 2012, 05:46 PM by Tlarx.)

She was in the depths of her den when things were starting to unfold. Tlarx never spoke with her about his intentions, but she assumed what they would be. He had promised to be by her side and in order to officially do that, he had to challenge the current leader. And like she stated at the pack meeting, that soul was Kegan. The man she barely knew, but had to put blind trust on him for the time being. It wasn't long, however, for Tlarx to challenge the man for the role he wanted. So, that was when she too heard his eerie call beckon the current Leader.

Looking down at the children, who were sleeping luckily, she gently licked both of their heads, before getting up silently and slipping out into the afternoon sun. She picked up her pace up to a trot, through the thicket of deadly nightshade until the lake came into view. She spotted to two just in time to see Kegan approach the black saddled man. You could see their size difference easier from afar. Tlarx being larger than the grey man. She sat down at the end of the trail of nightshade and settled in to watch. Tlarx half circled him then took the first move aiming for Kegan's mid-section. She only hoped this wouldn't get too violent. She needed both of them.
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Yes, the boy also hoped that there wouldn't-be to much violence. Kegan watched as Tlarx padded to the right. He showed his teeth as the man flipped his triangle, pointy ears back on to his silvery pelted head, while the male practically threw himself near Kegan. Then, Kegan noticed that Tlarx was a very large, well muscled wolf. On the good side, Kegan was a lot faster. But as the bullet boy dodged the first bite, the gray wolf with the black saddled back, used his weight as an advantage. The white man hurled himself to the boy, there was nothing Kegan could do in the time he had, which was a few seconds. Tlarx literally threw himself at Kegan. Though the boy attempted to bite the male's chest, which was near to impossible to do even for Kegan, though the boy tried it anyways.


Kegan growled deeply, it would take way more than that for this wolf to surrender, Kegan thought that him and Tlarx had barely started. Though the boy smelt a familiar scent, a lot like Athena's, in fact, it was. Kegan struggled to get away from the white male for a moment, he could hardly breathe. Kegan pulled and tugged, shacked and quivered, trying to do anything to get the male away for a moment, this actually reminded the boy about that time Mist and him had recklessly and carelessly ventured in the dreaded Swift River territory. While Ice, the wolf who attacked him, brought the boy to the ground.

We don't have to wait for the wolves who are watching to post. You and I can just keep posting to get things moving :).

Tlarx had muscle; strength. Kegan had limbs that carried him like lightning. Tlarx felt his teeth click together in an unsuccessful attack, but his body continued its motion toward the gray wolf. He felt himself come in contact; the smaller wolf struggled for air. With brown eyes narrowing, the gray-white wolf knew that he should move quickly now. A stinging sensation made its way through his chest as Kegan bit at him; the end of his jaws barely latching onto him. Feeling a film of anger cover his eyes, Tlarx did not notice his mate's watching eyes in the distance. He was focused on this fight for leadership. Anchoring himself to the ground, his heavy paws dug up earth as he tore after Kegan. The wolf turned away from Tlarx, attempting to get a moment of freedom and likely zip around like the speedy wolf he was. Reaching his head outward, the black-backed man opened his mouth again, extending his reach toward Kegan's left hind thigh. This time, he hoped to make contact rather than feel his jaws come together in a loud snap again.

Yes, you can skip me anytime, since I won't have really much to add at times:).

And the fight was on. Tlarx's initial attempt at getting at Kegan was unsuccessful, but the move wasn't a complete failure. The white man slammed into the side of the younger boy. The boy retaliated and bit at Tlarx's chest. Her breathing seized for a moment as she watched Kegan latch onto her mate. Once the saddled man was out of the grip of Kegan, she was able to breath again. The sheer strength of Tlarx highly out did that of Kegan's, but with smaller size comes faster speed.

And with that, Kegan struggled to get away, but he managed to slip away before Tlarx could get a good grip on him. Tlarx took off after him and reached out to try to bite at Kegan's left hind leg. She hoped that if he was able to get a grip on Kegan's back leg that he didn't hurt it too severely. They lived in the mountains anyway and he'd need that leg if he wants to continue on with Poison Path.
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(This post was last modified: Jun 15, 2012, 01:33 AM by Athena.)

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Kegan could hear Tlarx's paws clench to the ground as the white grey man rushed after the silvery pelted boy. Tlarx then suddenly lunged for one of Kegan's long hind legs as Kegan ran forward. Unfortunately for Kegan, Tlarx had a good hold of the boy's leg.

Twas nearly im possible to walk, for the poor boy. He nearly stumbled again, again and again but somehow wouldn't fall to the ground. Kegan tried hard to kick his leg in Tlarx's possession. Kegan kicked, kicked and kicked as many times before the boy finally fell down to the ground.

(Occ: sorry for writing so little.

Tlarx closed his eyes as Kegan began to kick his leg around. The white man's head jerked to and fro as he kept his grip...but his jaws were begging for release. With a growl, he opened his mouth, allowing the younger wolf to escape his ivory fangs. With eyes narrowed and gazing upon the speedy pack member, he spoke. "I don't want to injure you." His fur was bristled upon his neck as he spoke these words. Sure, he could have torn the flesh easily on Kegan's leg, but he chose not to. Whoever won, whoever lost...they were still in Poison Path. With the pups here, every helping paw was needed. His massive paws gripped the ground as he stood steadily. With muscles tensing beneath his coat, he waited for the wolf to make another move.

Kegan nodded 'thanks' as Tlarx had let go of the boy's long legs. Th boy stared upon the man that gazed at him. <i>"I don't want to injure you."</i> Tlarx had said, and Kegan knew Tlarx could have torn the boy's leg to shreds, and was glad that he didn't. <i>"This man deserves to become leader."</i> The silver pelted boy had whispered to himself.

As Tlarx waited, Kegan noticed it was his turn. The boy ran as fast as he could, and was hardly able to stop. The boy strangely aimed for the white man's shoulder, unable to reckon if Tlarx had dodged or not. If the boy had struck, he hoped it had never hurt to bad.

(Sorry, I have really low muse today.)