Clearwater Tarn Itching Paws

Daesamar Silverveil
There are only two ways to live your life: as though nothing is a miracle, or as though everything is a miracle.

Not really sure what's gonna come of this thread, open to any packmates though! Maybe one or two?

Daesamar sighed softly as he caught his reflection inside the Tarn’s clear pool. The young wolf had been back from his little bout around the mountain for a day or so now, he wanted to be sure that the others knew he wasn't just going to vanish like others had. AT least, that’s what he himself was hoping he wouldn’t be doing. The trip along the creek, the mountaintop, and the falls had left him feeling an old familiar itch inside of his paws. The almost all-consuming desire to set his broad pads down on new roads. Something held him back though. The pack, the place he had called home, he didn’t want to abandon them, but could he do both? Explore a bit and still; serve the pack? That was his biggest fear, that he'd have to choose.

Not knowing what to do, he raised his muzzle skyward, howling out his stress and frustration. He called for someone, any of his packmates. Someone had to have an answer, at least he hoped so. One that could ease his desires to do both, because having to absolutely choose to leave the pack just to explore would tear the loyal tarn wolf apart, but could he also ignore this restlessness. He grunts and settles down, trying to ease himself by staring at his reflection.

(This post was last modified: Jun 13, 2018, 05:24 AM by Daesamar.)

Cyril is going to challenge @Daesamar for his rank :B

Like most of his packmates Cyril was keeping close to the pack borders. Mostly because he had two little ones to watch over—from a distance. He had not spent too much time with the children since they entered the world of the living. The sullen yearling didn’t really know how to act around them, or what he was supposed to do. He knew how to protect them, from afar, and bring their mothers food. But he hadn’t grown up with siblings, or any wolves his own age. Only briefly, when Adeltra had found her way to the north, but that hadn’t lasted long. He’d been forced to grow up quickly after the death of his father.

The call caused his brows to pinch together and his path to change. He wasn’t really interested in making friends but he was curious as to why the young wolf was making such a ruckus. A frown creased his dark features as he loped toward the edge of the tarn, his tail arched high over his back. He’d been meaning to seek out the yearling who held the rank above him sooner; perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to see whether the boy was worthy of the position.

He approached confidently, his chin tilted upward as he padded toward the silver-dusted male. He stopped, a few tail-lengths away, but did not release his dominance stance.

(This post was last modified: Jun 16, 2018, 05:41 AM by Cyril.)

Daesamar Silverveil
There are only two ways to live your life: as though nothing is a miracle, or as though everything is a miracle.

OOC here!

The young wolf kept his gaze locked with his reflection while he thought about things. The first hint that someone had answered his call was the scent. The clear distance Tarn’s scent drifted across the breeze. Sighing in relief, Daesamar turned his head. He had expected @Cheedo at first, she had always been a good wolf he could bounce his thoughts off of and seek advice from. Who he had not expected, was Piety’s oldest son, a wolf he knew by name and that was just about it. The two had never really talked before. Shifting to stand, a greeting froze on the large wolf’s tongue.

Cyril’s stance said it all, he hadn’t come here to see what was on the other young wolf’s mind, he had seen it as an opportunity for advancement. Would Daesamar had blamed him for it, not at all. Things had changed for Daes in the past couple of months. Before, he would have backed down almost immediately, but now, he had learned the values of what he held, and he hadn’t intended to just lay down with his tail between his legs anymore.

The Second’s stance stiffened, his own tail curling over his back as he squared his shoulders, rising to his full height now in defiance, his ears perked, even the crooked right angled right ear straightened just a bit, well, in the youth’s head it did.

i'll be underlining Cyril's attacks @Daesamar

He remained where he was, his expression calm despite his narrowed brows. The sullen yearling did not know much about the other yearling, but he wasn’t interested in exchanging friendly banter. He had not intended for the challenge to take place—not yet—but when the call had rung out over the tarn it had seemed like an open invitation. Only it wasn’t the casual conversation that the silver-eyed youth had been looking for.

Amusement threatened to break his stoic features as Daesamar responded by flicking his own tail up over his back. It did not bother Cyril that the other yearling was slightly larger. Size did not equal strength, or dominance. Just because he could stand taller than Cyril did not mean that he deserved the rank of second. The Kael-Santoro took a bold step forward, his chin tipping toward the sky as his upper lip curled, initiating a challenge. It appeared as though the silver-dusted youth wasn’t going to back down as easily as Cyril had believed, but that didn’t bother him. If the boy wanted a proper challenge he would get one—Cyril wasn’t above sparring to assert his dominance.

The ebony youth lunged forward in hopes of barreling the larger male over, his shoulder aiming for Daesamar’s in an attempt to knock him to the ground. If the boy would not lower his posture Cyril would do it for him.  

(This post was last modified: Jun 16, 2018, 05:41 AM by Cyril.)

she's just spectating, feel free to skip!

piety santoro

make me a beast half as brave

The call was...interesting. Piety was confused at first but notes of stress caused her to stir from @Valentin's side. A quick kiss was planted to his crown before she moved off to investigate. It seemed someone else had attended the call too, though. Her features were neutral as she took in the scene before her. It was obvious what was going on and she had no interest in disrupting the two of them.

Piety hung off to the sidelines where she took a seated position. While she didn't wish to disturb anything she still had the intention of seeing how this would play out. The two yearlings weren't too different in looks but they sure were in personality.

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Still fairly unexpected with these fights, please let me know if I did something wrong.

Daesamar watches, his sterling gaze narrowed to slits as the challenger took a step forward, he hadn’t been expecting something like this to happen so soon, or really at all. It had caught the young male off guard. Maybe this was what he had needed after all though, it helped him realize something. He couldn’t just pack up and leave to follow an impulsive desire to explore once more. Daesamar had a place within the Tarn, and he intended to keep it.


Cyril came rushing forward, Daesamar lowered his head, he braced himself against the dirt and grunted softly. Cyril’s charge caught him, sending the larger male stumbling backward, teetering for a moment before he righted himself. He knew little about fighting, beyond using his fangs, which the kind soul had no intention of ever doing unless it became required. He took a step back, sizing Cyril up, the two were very similar in appearance and size. It seemed like it's an almost even match there. A growl rumbled inside of his chest, he charged toward Cyril in retaliation, his mouth opened as he aimed for the young wolf’s scruff, an attempt to force him down.

same w/ me, so no worries! :B

He had been too wrapped up in the challenge to notice the familiar ivory shape that had appeared. The yearling had met his mark, and caused the larger male to stumble backward, but he had not succeeded in knocking him over. Cyril was no experienced fighter—he was going based off of instinct while using hunting strategies. There had been no one, aside from his parents, to scuffle with back at the monadnock. He’d been too busy exploring the nearby territories and keeping to himself. This was not been something he had prepared for, but he’d be damned if he backed down now.

His upper lip curled into a silent snarl as he watched the yearling square him up. Cyril’s tail remained arched high over his back with his ears pinned forward; every fibre of his body dripped with dominance. He held his ground as Daesamar rushed forward, his jaws reaching for the Kael-Santaro’s scruff. He twisted his head back, but not fast enough. He could feel the larger male’s jowls grab onto his scruff but as Daesamar forced him to the ground Cyril pushed back against the older yearling in an attempt to knock him off balance once more. As he pushed against the larger male’s weight, Cyril craned his neck around and tried to grab at Daesamar’s cheek, a low growl humming in the back of his throat.

Apologies for the short reply, It’s just not like Daesamar to keep going now. @Cyril @Piety

Fangs met flesh, he sank his teeth into Cyril’s scruff and tried to force his weight down against the male. It didn’t work, the younger wolf shifted, causing Daesamar to stumble and sway as he tried to hold on. Twisting his head, he felt fangs sink into his cheeks, the growl that followed rumbled through the defender's head, he screwed his eyes shut against the pain and a whine soon followed as he unlocked his teeth from Cyril’s neck.

It was over for Daesamar, he didn’t want to keep going with this and relaxed his tense muscles, his ears falling against his skull as he tried to disentangle from his packmate’s form. Once he got free, the yearling bowed his head in submission, his furled up tail falling down between his legs

sorry for skipping you @Piety <3

The ebony Kael-Santoro did not release his grip on the larger yearling until a submissive whine escaped through his lips and his jaws released the back of Cyril’s scruff. Once he felt Daesamar pull away from the back of his neck Cyril remained where he was for a moment, to ensure that the yearling did not try to trick him, before pulling away. His chin instinctively raised as the silver-dusted male bowed his head; his tail arching high over his back to show his newly obtained rank. He knew that it would be short-lived, as any adults that joined their pack would take the rank from him due to age, but that didn’t matter. He had won his first rank challenge, and as long as he remained in Clearwater he knew it wouldn’t be his last.

He held his position as the large yearling tucked his tail between his legs. His chest heaved as he tried to regulate his breathing, his yellow gaze fixated on Daesamar to ensure that his submissive stance did not waver. Only when he was satisfied with the male’s response did Cyril lessen his posture (although he still kept his tail curled over his back). Good fight, he hummed in response as he studied the yearling before his golden gaze flickered over to his silent mother. What did she think of the challenge? Was she proud of him? Did she think it had been a mistake?

She would be a liar if she denied feeling pride at her own son's success. Despite never birthing big litters, she seemed to birth the most capable sons. That had to count for something.

Not to mention she was also rather proud at him for maintaining a politeness even after taking Daesamar's rank.

The mother stood from her position and offered a nod to each of the yearlings. You both did well. She rumbled with kindness before moving to her son's side. Affectionately she nipped at his cheek. Congratulations. Piety mumbled with a smile breaking her usually stoic features. Feel anymore powerful than before? The question was almost teasing but she meant well.

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