Dathan

The predominantly silver brute padded in, his head held low in submission-he sought the alpha. The faultless and handsome land had attracted him, and he entered, searching with hope, for the alpha and her acceptance.

Legosa

Legosa had recently slain the alpha male of the territory, leaving Black Fyre as the sole alpha. But he wasn't finished there. The titanic brute of a dog claimed this terra as his own and had yet to be beat by Black Fyre. Considering it his own terra now, Legosa was irked to pick up the scent of a stranger.

The the white akbash-mix dog padded briskly towards Dathan, his ruff was expanded and his hackles rose. "What are you doing here? This is my terrain now!" Legosa had a rotten temper at times, and quite an ego.

Dathan

Dathan lowered his muzzle in respect for the alpha, he had not known the current situation.
"My apologies, I only wished to seek refuge here in these lands."
He noticed a certain scent linguering, the hint of challenge availabilty-the wolf standing before him had not completely marked the territory yet. He regained his composure and stared at the alpha, gaining way to challenge.

Legosa

He nearly let up his gaurd for a moment, seeing Dathan begin to submit. Before he could open his trap to speak, the wolf had a sudden revelation and gave a challenging stare. Legosa returned to stare with a fierce gaze and let his hackles rise high and his mug wrinkle into a snarl, "Back down and submit! This is my land." his words were a deep growl and his posture turned slightly deffensive.

Dathan

He took a step back to allow for only a small amount of room between the two males; an advantage in some cases. His deep brown eyes stared hard onto the new alpha, continuing his challenge. His features were continually poised for action.
"You are new here, your scent is not as strong as it could or should be, were you truly the alpha here." He glared, his teeth shining briliantly in the midafternoon sun. "The land is not yet yours."
His heart was pounding, not usually did he fight, but had talent enough to do so when the time was right.

Legosa

A snarl rumbled deep in his chest as he listened to the challenger's words. "I may not have been here long, but I'm not about to leave!" Because of the mixed breeds that made him, he stood taller than most wolves and was very strong. Yet his exeeding size and strength stole some from his ability to manuever as quick as a pure-blooded wolf.

A wound to his shoulder was another set back, but it was healing well finally. Not wanting Dathan to exploit this possible weakness, Legosa kept his large body turned slightly so the shoulder faced away from him. Having enough of this intruder, Legosa suddenly gnashed his jaws at Dathan, coming close to his face, but not yet making contact. His first approach would be intimidation. If that didn't work, blood-shed would be next.

Dathan

As he stared pon the larger breed, he would have been a fool not to be atleast a little frightened. His orbs flashed momentarily, but he learned, from the constant rivalry with his older brother before, that fear was a weakness not to be shown in battle.
He curled his muzzle into a snarl, returning the geusture of fear. He could smell something on the other brute, but as of now he could not quite place it. He was masculine, thick for a wolf, but the Akbash in his opponent was a large advantage. And though he hated to fight, his speed was a factor, determined to help him come up on top.
He nipped back at the male, letting out a bellowing snarl to return the challenging guesture. He knew the fighting would commence in only moments, and readied his posture.

Legosa

Excitement began to rise in him in anticipation of the fight. He wasn't looking forward to get hurt, which now was certain to happen, but he wanted to impress Mitya who seemed to share his cruel tendandcies.

A second feigned snap was delivered to the air infront of Dathan as his snarls grew deeper and louder. It was obvious now that this new brute wasn't going to back down.

Now Legosa lowered his head and body more. His tail was dropped down and slanted outwards, a gesture to proceed attack. Hoping to use his greater mass to an advtange, Legosa plundged forward with all his might, trying to shoulder Dathan in and roll him off his back. For a short while, his shoulder wouldn't give him much problem. But it would fatigue faster than the other.

Dathan

Dathan stubmled backward, one foot catching in the other, and he nearly tumbled backward, his haunches merely inches above the ground. For a moment he was stunned, and new this brute would be a challenge. He managed to regain his composure and circle around the brute. His foot had a dull ache to it, from twisting it, but he figured it would be fine for now. most likely sore...
He returned the position, maws curled in a devious snarl and he leapt at his opponent, teeth attempting to clench around the meat of his flank, sometimes a good move, sometimes a stupid one. He had a backup plan, if the larger brute managed to stop his attack though, and proceeded.

Legosa

He snarled still, twirling around to try and meet Dathan fang-to-fang. But was were his size wasn't the best thing in battle; he felt sharp pain of fangs in his flesh and his fierce snarls rose in tone. Hoping to avoid as much damage as possible to his flank, he reached out with his own gaped jaws to dig into the flesh of his opponent's shoulder or side; which ever he might be able to reach.

Dathan

Luckily, or perhaps unfortunately, considering the circumstances, his opponent managed to reach his shoulder with a deft movement of the body. He cried out, in the process letting go of the brute's flank, and ripped himself from the massive wolves jaws. Leaping back a couple of times to put a good couple of feet between them he gave his opponent a glare. His plume was cricked in a defensive posture, auds pulled back in aggression. His lips pulled back in a snarl and he leapt again, charging for the neck, or if at last moment needed, his right forepaw.
His shoulder ached painfully, blood trickling down his dull grey fur, staining the fur with glistening redness. He attempted to ignore the pain long enough to finish the fight.

Legosa

He would normally have put up a relentless attack on his opponent, but he didn't want to rush around a lot while his weakened shoulder was on the mend. Still doing his best to hide it from Dathan, he watched the wolf closely. As the other came forward for a bite to the neck, Legosa dipped his head low and dodged to the side, but not fast enough to escape any injury. Dathan had gotten his right forepaw. Knowing all those little bones could be broken or damaged between the jaws of a wolf, Legosa made a quick move to snap his own trap shut on Dathan's neck.

Dathan

Dathan, usually quick with swollen ego, was too busy celebrating in his mind at his victorious attack, and was slow to dodge his attacker. The brute managed to grab hold of his scruff, and a sudden bust of fright fled through him. He knew with the right maneuvers, this wolf could easily snap his neck, or venture toward the jugular. He thought quick, and attempted to get free with a sudden roll toward his oponent, which would send them both rolling their own directions if done correctly. His body was slowly aching worse with the pain, but knew he needed to continue.

Legosa

He clentched his jaws tightly and was in the midst of thrashing his head violently when Dathan rolled. Normally, Legosa could have held out against such a move. But his weakened shoulder couldn't handle the strain and the large brute came down, loosing his hold. He kicked out savagely and snapped at what ever he could while scrambling to regain his feet.

Dathan

Letting out a yelp as he felt Legosas teeth manage to rip off a tuft of his fur as they separated in the roll. He knew the other normally would have been able to hold him up, and perhaps even have finished him off with such a gambling move. He stood up, panting as fatigue started creeping upon him. His opponent was injured, and he just had to figure out where; but it could be tricky.
He lowered his cranium with a snarl and cahrged his opponent again, frantically searching for the weakend spot.

Legosa

Legosa had just gathered his weary feet beneath him when the other charged. Still, he was trying to keep his good shoulder facing Dathan but he couldn't hide the weakness for much longer. Legosa, as big as he was, couldn't afford to brace himself against the charge. He sprung forward with a notible stumble as his wounded front limb struggled with decreased strength.

In a counter attack, the large brute snapped out fiercely at Dathan.

Dathan

He met the other brute head on, their jaws snarling and snapping at each other, gums and fur bloodied. He could feel the weight of the other on him, but because of his late take-off, it did not have the desired effect on the smaller brute. He kept locked in the air with his opponent, maw held in a ferocious snarl, his front paws attempting to grapple the other to the ground. His aching was powerful now, causing soreness and tenderness in his outermost spots.

Legosa

As the other used his paws to attempt to get him down, Legosa decided to do the same, for he was always confident in his strength. But in the hype of the battle, he underestimated his weakness. Still snapping and slashing where he could with his fangs, his shoulder gave out for a moment.

Legosa fell harshly to his side, emidiately coiling his head down to try and protect his throat. His feet were set to kicking at Dathan where ever they could.

Dathan

He stumbled forward with the sudden fall of his opponent, but took as much advantage of it as he could. His body was aching terribly with the pain and exhaustion from lack of fighting and blood; but her turned quickly and dominated his opponent, snarling and keeping an alpha-like posture.
His eyes were cold and ruthless from the fight, but death was not in his agenda.

Legosa

A flood of panic rushed the fallen dog. At first, he attempted to scramble up and overthrow Dathan, but sudden fatigue had claimed his shoulder. He didn't have the strength the overthrow the other wolf.

As dominant and rebellious as Legosa was, instinct was strong in him. To struggle against Dathan would put him at a more vulnerable place of attack. He had been dominated, just like Black Fyre had done to him countless times before. Legosa quieted his snarls and hunched his body down, then exposed his throat in a flag of surrender.

Legosa had been defeated, but that was part of the game. ...There would be a next time, at least. And woe to any creature that got in his foul way after this!

Dathan

The silver brute acknowledged the surrender, and let out one last meaning of rank before backing off, his posture still high.
He was giving the other brute a chance to get up, and recooperate. Though his challenger would be demoted slightly in rank, if he so wished, the pack was still available for his refuge. He knew Legosa to be a powerful wolf, his natural instincts and aura radiated off the other; he felt pride in having beaten him. Dathan slowly prowled around his defeated opponent and toward the edge of his new terra, where he lifted his cranium and belted out a long howl of triumph.
AFterward, he would need to recooperate as well. The blood on his body had dried and clumped now, but the aching in his body was substantial. He would need much rest, but hopefully his stamina would hold out for just a little while longer to continue the winners ceremony.

Legosa

Legosa gritted his teeth tightly, looking with hidden annoyance from the winner's face. How humiliating this was! Oh, the agony of defeat... he had felt it before, and he hated it. His ego was far too big for his own good, causing him to get into more fights than the average canine.

He was low enough in moral to attack Dathan as he went to celebrate victory, but Legosa knew his wounded shoulder was played out. He couldn't hope to sneak up on Dathan or do much else but limp around. And pride ego too inflated for him to accept a position in the pack. No, it was too degrating. Legosa pulled himself up and limped out of the terra with his tail down and arched out in humble humiliation. But he was alive, at least.