Ky vs Jolon

Jolon had been let out to scout out new places for the pack to hunt, it was his job to feed them to keep them all strong so they could always be at the ready when worst came to worst. The friendly male had been traversing and searching for hours now, and had lost interest in searching for hunting grounds not too long ago. Jolon's snowy white fur topped with silver stood up in all directions, the wet snow that had been falling earlier had melted on his fur and sunk all the way through his top and undercoat, soaking him thoroughly. The hunter shook the water out, his thick coat flinging water out everywhere, then his eyes returned to what he had been focused on beforehand, a red cardinal flew expertly through the branches, Jolon's soft, puppy-like smile emerged on his muzzle as he watched the animal, tail wagging in a slow rhythm.

Just as he was about to begin following the cardinal a heavy weight collided with Jolon, he yelped in surprise, but the thick coat and muscle that layered his body absorbed most of the hit. Jolon whipped around quickly his eyes wide, a shoulder shoved forward looking to make contact with him again, but Jolon pushed backwards in the snow narrowly avoiding the shoulder. Jolon's brows knitted together, confusion written on his face, he wasn't an imbecile, but he wasn't accustomed to the mindless, raving, unprovoked attack that this wolf was starting. Jolon saw the male beginning to spin around but he was slower than Jolon had originally thought. *The silvery-white male rushed forward putting all his weight behind a shoulder check trying to hit the black male's back leg in order to get by without any further confrontation. *If he didn't make contact Jolon would spin as quickly as he could in order to face the black male, words spouting out quickly "There's no need to fight, I promise, I'm just searching for new hunting areas, if I accidentally crossed into your lands I'm sorry, I'll leave, I'll leave immediately."

Beta Ky

Jolon hadn’t expected to actually make contact, but he did, he felt the jarring blow travel up his own body, he had never used his body like a battering ram, not like this anyway, and against another wolf that was so large as well. He watched Ky’s rump hit the snow sending up a powdered dust, and for a second the attacking wolf didn’t move, then a growl erupted from him, sending a shiver through Jolon, the poor silvery-white male had nowhere to go, and the scent of fear rolled off of him in waves. Looking straight into the eyes of the pure black wolf Jolon watched as the male came closer, and then ran straight for him, slowed a bit by his leg but his mouth was open, fangs bared as they aimed directly at his shoulder, but Jolon was too slow, he couldn’t retreat fast enough, and his fear wasn’t helping his scrambling legs at all. Ky’s teeth tore into his shoulder, Jolon gasped from the pain, but just as he had expected the black male to release, Ky only dug in deeper, violently shaking his head ripping the flesh from Jolon’s silvery-white shoulder as he did.

*Jolon would desperately try to free himself from Ky’s grasp, even at the risk of pulling the chunk of flesh from Jolon’s shoulder and then attempt once more to escape back to Somnus territory. *If he was successful in pulling himself free Jolon would not hesitate, just turn tail and run as fast as he could, trailing pools of blood behind him, and limping as fast as he could. *If Ky ran after him and once more tried to attack, Jolon would wait and react to him.

*If he failed at pulling himself free Jolon would fall to the snow bringing Ky with him and kick violently upwards, putting all the strength in his back legs that he could in order to loosen Ky’s hold and then try to scramble up to run away. *If he succeeded at breaking free from Ky in this manner, and was not injured any further, he would run as fast as he could away from Ky, yelping and whining the whole way back to his home. *If Ky ran after him and once more tried to attack, Jolon would wait and react to him.

*If Jolon failed at pulling himself free, and breaking free by kicking Ky in the stomach, he would begin to become lightheaded and would start to succumb to the pain and the blood loss, before beginning to lose consciousness in the now blood stained snow.


Beta Ky

Long, muscular legs struck up making contact with Ky's stomach, and the black male above him finally released his grasp, the amber eyed male wasted no time, he scrambled away sprinting back towards his home, and his new adopted family. The silvery-white male was injured though leaving a light trail of blood right towards him, there was no way he wouldn’t be found, and the hunter knew full well that was the case, but he couldn’t continue to run, his shoulder was torn apart, trailing red down his once beautifully white puffy chest and stomach fur. So, the hunter did what he knew would never work in hopes that a miracle might happen and the crazed black animal chasing him would stop, Jolon stopped running, hiding behind a thick tree, his sides heaved from the run, with every pulse of his heart blood sprayed the snow staining it red. Jolon forced himself to slow his breathing down, listening to everything around him, even while his pulse was racing and pounding in his head, Jolon knew he could rely on his senses, it was what he prided himself on, this was just hunting, except he was the prey and Ky was the hunter. That sent a wave of an emotion Jolon had never felt before through him, anger, the red hot burn of hatred flashed through his mind again, this black wolf thought that he could hunt better than Jolon? The silvery-white male had been doing this all his life, from the first minute he could Jolon had excelled in his craft, and he would be damned if this male was going to make him into a whiny yelping fool any longer!

That was when he heard it the careless barreling through the trees and he listened as it got closer, his fangs bared as the anger continued to pulse inside of his mind. Then the sound of the mindless sprinting stopped, Jolon tilted his head angling his ears to catch the sound of an approaching animal from that side a little better. Barely the whisper of a light breeze, Jolon’s ears swiveled again, listened for any hint of the approaching male, the displacement of snow was quickly evident the second he began to move his ears. Jolon immediately whipped around, he was slow yes, but his hearing abilities gave him the advantage and then Ky, the ravenous creature in front of him, made contact tipping Jolon off his feet. However, Jolon’s own strength kept the male from pinning him, a smirk crossed Jolon’s face, he was injured, but his little break had helped him catch his breath and when the black furred male scrambled off of the silvery-white male Jolon was no longer on the defensive and in a running mindset, it simply wouldn’t work. Jolon’s amber eyes shined with renewed vigor and he slowly pushed forward through the snow, closing the distance with a hunters grace.

*Jolon would leap at the male, fangs bared and paws outstretched trying to both bowl him over and would try to cause blood to poor just as Jolon’s own shoulder leaked his own blood. *If Jolon succeeded he would seek to pin the other male and rip at his flesh with both teeth and claws acting as if he was his own ravenous, mindless creature. *If he failed at pinning the other male Jolon would still go for trying to latch onto some area with his teeth.

*If Jolon was inaccurate or Ky moved out of the way of being hit Jolon would seek to salvage the attack and turn as quickly as he could, but he wasn’t agile so his turn would be slow giving Ky enough time to mount a counterattack of his own if he wished and was agile and quick enough. *If Jolon did managed to turn in time to go back on the attack, he would swipe at Ky with his good front paw aiming for his muzzle, and to try and disorient Ky.

Beta Ky

Jolon’s body ended up hitting Ky full force knocking the other male off his feet and pinning Ky beneath Jolon, and then all bets were off. Jolon worked himself up in a frenzy, clawing and biting for everything he was worth, but the other male seemed to enjoy it all, acted as if this pain Jolon was inflicting on him was just a walk through the woods. The silvery-white male sunk his teeth into Ky’s cheek, and then began slashing his claws into Ky’s chest trying to make the other male feel the pain, react to the pain, and most definitely not enjoy it, then a whine escaped the other male. For a second Jolon began to envision his own victory, he envisioned walking away from the fight with a warriors confidence, however his dreams were soon turned away. The amber-eyed male felt the paws as they struck his belly, claws shredding it like ribbons, the pain radiated up through his body sending screaming, white-hot pain all the way to his brain. Jolon rolled off of Ky struggling as he scrabble in the snow, the whines slipping out of his throat before he could subdue them, as he struggled to stand while pushing himself up on shaking legs. Once fluffy, white fur was covered in freezing, bright red blood staining the once beautiful pelt, and Jolon once more went back to his instincts that he had only just forced himself to fight again, he ran and he did’t look back. The long legged male took off without so much as a glance back, leaving the larger black male to his own devices and heading straight back to Somnus territory, limping and struggling the whole way.

Beta Ky