{{let's play a game [[CHALLENGE]]

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[atrb=background,http://i547.photobucket.com/albums/hh463/R0STYN/Everfrost/contortbackground.png] speaking//thoughts Paws pounded the ground as he glanced this way and that, only to turn his head back to the path in front of him. Limbs moved in a rhythm that took him quickly to his target. Logs laid within his path, a harsh snort escaped Contort’s flared nostrils as he dove around, under and over them with quick ease, sending his back end up as his front paws touched down upon the ground with a heavy thud. Those pale, ever listening ears came back upon his skull as he ushered himself onward to the battle that laid ahead of him. Excitement boiled in his blood. A good fight this would be, one that would only make his world go round and round and make his heart beat at a shattering pace. Stamina was on his side though for I was one to have trained his body for this kind of thing, though Contort hardly ever had to fight. His harsh breathing could have been heard for miles as he pushed forward with nothing but a slight push and pull of muscles. This would be like nothing to him. A small stamp on the paws prints I was leaving here. Each pull of air into his lungs only made his excitement grow as the scent of the other brute and the many that lived here hit him. Ah, this would be fun. All the more exciting for someone like himself. Head pushed forward in a proud show as he pushed forward on tightly coiled limbs. Cold eyes narrowed and he thought with distaste at how this brute would fight hard to keep this place, but how Contort would have to fight harder to win it. Long limbs pushed him forward, sending him from the tree line like a bat out of hell. Thick packed muscles quivered with anticipation and Contort thundered toward his quarry, though it was unseen to his eyes at this moment. Jaws gaped open as I pulled in breath after breath, not caring that every line of his body only showed his great pleasure at having addressed this creature with a call to battle. Eyes aglitter with joy, Contort sauntered forward on powerfully build legs, multihued coat seeming to shimmer against the high noon sun. Looking around, he took in what lay before him. Now this was a place of wonder and a place that this male could eventually call his own. Once he whipped the Earth with this other creature. His paws paced back and forth as he waited, topaz eyes locked on the space around him. It seemed like this was going to be a waiting game. A game of sitting here and hoping that this brute showed up rather than walk away from what was to, hopefully, come. Contort sat on the ground and his ears stayed glued to his head as he teeth bared to the offending empty air. Snapping to attention, he rose and tossed his head back, sending up a foreign call. Well, it would be foreign to this leader. The call went on and on, echoing on the breeze and the atoms of the world. It came back to him, cool and steady. There was no fear to be heard in this male’s voice and so, it would never be heard. He hadn’t been raised to be scared and frightened of every little thing. No, he’d been raised to go after what he wanted when he wanted it. There was no turning back on that upbringing. Contort lowered his head and turned his gaze this way and that, waiting, just waiting for whatever was to come. It would come, he knew it would. It had to come. There was no choice and if he had to, Contort would destroy everything in his path and he meant everything. His paws shifted under his body, moving from side to side as he waited and waited. There seemed no end to this useless game. Well, it wasn’t a game until the fighting really started, but it hadn’t happened as of yet and Contort was content to sit around and be lazy. His paws scuffed at the ground, pulling up dirt and grass and whatever else was sitting there waiting to be pulled up. His muscles shifted under that thick coat of his. A shudder ran up his spine and he closed his eyes, just waiting for this moment to be over. For this moment to end. He wanted to be lead. It was in his blood and so, he would lead once he managed to get a pack of his own. He would stop at nothing to claim a pack for himself and he meant nothing. He would go to hell and back to get whatever he wanted. Contort was not a force to be reckoned with. Ever. words -- 804 notes -- challenge for Sköldpadda muse -- good

[sköldpadda]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] The scent came wafting toward the resting wolf upon the wind, stirring him from a half-conscious state of mind. Intruder. That was what the odour screamed at him. Instantly, the large copper-toned brute rose from the ground, barely pausing to stretch out his resting limbs. The damp black tip of his nose twitched this way and that, locating the direction of the unfamiliar smell. The intruder had obviously entered his territory with absolutely no thought about stopping at the border like any proper wolf would do, but instead insisted upon entering his territory without permission. Skoldpadda was getting very tired of this. His tolerance for such wolves was dwindling very quickly, and he would be sure not to meet this stranger with his usual kindness. He needed to be stern, to address these problems forwardly. Finding the route of origin of the odour, the Alpha took off instantaneously, the large pads of his feet beating against the ground is a successive rhythm. The brute's muscles rippled beneath his shaggy russet pelt, his jaws slightly ajar as he moved through his lands at a quick pace, quickly drawing in the space between himself and Apgar valley, the stranger's chosen destination. Skoldpadda vaguely wondered to himself why the trespasser's always chose to go there, to the heart of his lands, where the Glacier wolves' dens were. This always seemed to be the way. All previous signs of fatigue and rest were wiped clean of the Alpha's face, his was quite obviously keen and alert, his ears erect and forward, straining to hear any movement before him. With the dip in the land progressing in his vision, Skoldpadda's sharp golden eyes caught sight of a form slipping away into the land. A grimace crossed his features, the distaste for this stranger already present upon his face. It was only a moment after that the foreign howl rose into the air, and the Alpha slowed his pace, understanding that the intruder had chosen a place to stay and be noticed. The Alpha's posture was straight and proud, slightly more tense than it would be under most circumstances, but that was merely because he was sick and tired of these ignorant wolves. The rough pads of his paws struck the ground repeatedly, golden eyes hard and emotionless. The intruder's body finally came into view, the simple grey hues of most wolves meeting his gaze. He was not facing Skoldpadda straight on, but the Alpha knew he was very aware of his approach. The copper-toned wolf's gaze slipped over the unknown canine, quickly assessing that he was in fact a male, and he was not here to make nice. This immediately caused the Alpha to tense more, his lips pulling away from his teeth and gums in a small snarl of warning. The other wolf's body language was stiff, a snarl also present upon his muzzle, which meant nothing good was about to come. This male was here to cause trouble. Was there some sort of personal problem here, between this intruder and a pack-mate, or was he simply here to offer Skoldpadda a challenge for his lands? Like hell. The Alpha's snarl grew more pronounced with the thought, a low rumble brewing up from deep within his expanded chest. The Glacier lands were his, and it was his duty to protect the wolves who lived upon it, he was their protector, and this grey wolf was not about to take that from him. Golden eyes flicked over the intruder's form again, assessing his size and mass. Skoldpadda quite obviously had a good amount of size and weight upon the other, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. Size meant strength, while a smaller wolf would be much more agile. The Alpha didn't delay any longer, he approached the stranger without greeting, standing a few mere feet from him with the fur on his nape bristling and his tail curled high. "What do you want here?" His tone was cold, stiff and unwelcoming. Skoldpadda knew the answer by that point, but he wasn't about to make the first move off a mere assumption. This Alpha would need some provoking, some sort of reassurance that this wolf was in fact here to stir the pot, not just cause some sort of stupid drama. He didn't move, he held completely still aside from the rising and falling of his chest, muscles tensed and prepared for any sign of an impending attack. Skoldpadda wasn't an idiot, since his childhood he'd been taught to fight. He was never a wolf to make the first attack, he would leave that to the other, it was part of his tactics. Once the first attack was delt, then you could get a sense of how the other moved, and could judge your attacks and defences from that. Skoldpadda could not fathom this wolf having the gull to march upon his territory and challenge him for his lands, but he supposed that was the natural way of his species. It had his blood boiling. The Alpha could feel the heat beginning to build beneath his skin, blooming outward and rolling off his body in tiny waves. Adrenaline was also beginning to kick in, making the pace of his heart speed up and pump against his ribcage in a disturbing way. Skoldpadda had never been a wolf keen on fighting, but he could be a real boogeyman about it when the time actually came. His face was was a mixture of disgust, determination and anger, he was unable to distinguish which emotion was eating at him more. His ears were pinned forward, waiting for some sort of reply from the other wolf, whether it come in the form of simple words or a physical assault.

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