The Judgement of Nyra and Alduin

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You may skip myself and any witnesses for the duration of the battle - I'll hop in if I need to.

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 She swept up the hill of the Within, her claws clicking upon stone brick. She had brought Nyra and Alduin into her home to prepare them, watching as the two interacted however they did. Old allies? Old lovers? It did not matter, truthfully, to the woman, for whatever they did next would write their fate. Their Judgement was upon them.

 She looked back at them, @Alduin: The somber man with dog blood who had arrived first. @Nyra: The woman who had offered her life to a pack she knew nothing about. It was a silly thing for her to do and it would be remembered, but so too would the blind loyalty that it could accrue.

 She swept onto the sand that surrounded the Pupil of the Eye, circling around to the barely discernible rocky path up the side of the Pupil. “Find a place on the sand,” she would say after a few steps onto the stone, not bothering to turn back but instead finding a slightly flattened spot to stand on, some two wolf-lengths up.

 She would wait for those who wished to witness to arrive, but not too long. They knew what would be happening, from the echoing calls down the halls. They had been informed to find places to observe along the Lid of the Eye.

 Once they were gathered, her voice would rise up over the sands. “We are here for the Judgements of Nyra and Alduin, two newcomers who wish to join Sanatorium,” Her eyes would rest upon the two. They had been given ample time to rest and wait, ample food and water, so she did not expect them to be tired or sluggish. “Here, under the light of the -” she checked by glancing up “- gibbous moon, you shall prove your worth in battle.”

 Each wolf's Judgement was different, for she knew that some would not be able to do the same as others. Moira, for example, was a tiny thing that would be swallowed in a battle. Zagreus, on the other hand, was a handsome man who could definitely hold his own. “The rules for this duel are as follows. Do not kill. Do not injure grievously - no removal of any limbs or body parts that cannot heal. Scars and ripping of ears is allowed.” For the most sensitive parts were hidden within. “Remain within the Lids of the Eye where I or the Disciples can see. The duel ends when either one of you can fight no longer or I deem it over. You may both succeed in your Judgement or you may both fail, victory in this does not determine your success.”

 “Do you agree to these terms?” She licked her lips, waiting until both responded affirmatively.

 And then, “You may begin.”

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Misha found himself yawing as he found a comfy spot, trying to be a mama's boy and be as close to Andraste as possible. He would deny any who would accuse him of this fact. As he found himself perching in that vulture-like way of his, he now proceeded to focus, listen, and observed as Andraste spoke of the event. Fighting wasn't a thing he cared much about personally, but it was important to see how these two handled themselves in combat for future reference. Pack-members were like chess pieces, needing to be placed on the battlefield where they flourished the most. And there were many different types of battlefields.

Misha was being aloof on the fact that though fighting did not interest him much, violence sure did. He looked at the two opponents, not familiar with the pale female, so he would not so secretly root for his hunk, Alduin, and hope to all the powers he could will that his dark knight would not get too ugly-ed up from this fight.

"Knock em dead, Handsome!!!" He would call out, swaying in a rhythmic way. He would hope that none of the other peons would try to sit next to him. He did not need that kind of burden right now at this hour.
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 Ah, it was that time, wasn't it? The yearling had barely managed to sleep the rest of the day away for she was so excited to watch the blood spill down below. Ah, it would be glorious! One or both or none of them would be the victor. Any that didn't perform satisfactory today, would be eaten. Either way it was a win-win for those Disciples of Sanatorium.

 The white wolf would pace out of the inner chambers of the Eye and out onto the sands. There should would attempt to catch Andraste's eye where a sly look of anticipation would be thrown to the matriarch. Oh, she was so ready for this. She would head towards the "bleaches" around the fringes of the eye where she could have a good view of both combatants.

 Oh, it looked like Soft-Brain was here already. Look at how he swaggered. Fuckin' moron. She hated his stupid guts.

 She rolled her eyes at his words before purposefully pacing around him with a bit of bitchy side-eye thrown in his direction. Then, she would sit several yards away so she didn't have to smell him. Gross.

 She wondered if Nosebleed or Zag would show... She hoped that latter would sit next to her and the former would be most amusing, as always.

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Liv gave me permission to assume Nyra said yes to the fight and gave the green light to attack in this post as well to move it along faster <3

Doing HP system —
Alduin: 30 HP
Nyra: 30 HP

Rolled 8 of 10

Alduin: 30
Nyra: (30-8) 22

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The World Eater has been summoned along with Nyra it seems and instantly he wonders what it could be. He’d only been a little ways from The Eye so it doesn’t take him long to show. He would come calmly bounding into the eye and find ‘The Mother’ awaiting him. Nyra too would be there and soon enough they’d have an audience.

He searches everyone’s gaze as if expecting them to all attack him the second he has settled, but nothing comes. Rather, The mother begins explaining.

We are here for the Judgements of Nyra and Alduin, two newcomers who wish to join Sanatorium,

He would squint his eyes at her. Of course joining this place wouldn’t have been that easy. Now, he’s in place for some type of judgment. And his opponent? Nyra, of course. Though he respects her for some odd reason, not that there’s any reason not to, he has no problem fighting her. He wouldn’t find himself fighting to appease the mother — no, no, no. He fights for his own pride if he fights at all.

After her explanation and rules, she would ask if he agrees. He would simply nod his large head once. Awaiting Nyra’s response.

At this time, he would hear that same tall, pale man have a playful goad at him by telling him to ‘Knock ‘em dead, handsome’. Short auds would shift and he would spare a quick, fleeting look to him that would be sure to unintentionally make his heart beat a bit faster. The look wouldn’t quite be a glare, but it would almost have an edge of playfulness in it. It would leave him just as soon as it came as his fiery gaze settles back on the war maiden he apparently knew when entering this hell hole.

Nyra would confidently say yes to her terms and as soon as she says begin, he hardly legs her finish the word when he’s lunging violently for her. His previously hard, but calm, expression not giving anyone a clue that he would do something so suddenly or even so maliciously.

Hate always courses through him. It’s like a violent hurricane that he will never escape from — always drowning. But he’s been able to hone it, to surf on the waves and become one with said hurricane. Now, oh now, he uses it to his advantage. He uses it as a weapon just as well as he uses his teeth.

When he lunges, throwing his weight at her own bulky form, his maw would open wide — prepared to take a bite. Razor like teeth are displayed and moonlight glints off of them for that heart stopping second, revealing a demonic purple tongue. The World Eater would go straight for her face, intending on slicing deep gashes into her forehead, cheeks, and muzzle to blind her with her own blood. He’s prepared for retaliation. It’s his pride at steak here, not his life, but he would fight like it is.
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Nyra HP: 22

Damage: 2 (*screeching/crying noises*)

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The summons would come after many hours of sleeping off the heat of the day and, Nyra would arrive, going down the strange walls to the impromptu-arena. 

Andraste gave the terms of said fight, and suddenly Alduin was lunging for her face. 
Nyra roared just as fierce and lunged to meet him head-on. Taking the brunt of his attack with little time to make any other move, the Warmaiden instead put a hastened action into attempting to lock her jaws with Alduin's own. Should they lock, she would shake and pull with all the might she could summon until her next opportunity to attack. 

Game on, motherfucker. 
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Rolled a 7
Alduin: 28
Nyra: (22-7) 15

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Nyra would meet the dark prince with vigor, but not enough. Perhaps he caught her off guard, for it’s likely for his previous attack to do a moderate amount of damage. Yet, she seems unaffected. He would have to change that.

It’s then the beastly woman would attempt to go for his throat. She gets a bite in alright, but it does nothing to stop him. Leaving only a measly scrape of red skin and missing fur behind from her attack, it gives Alduin time for him to recover and attack once more.

Since the fighting couple are face to face, chest to chest, Nyra make the mistake of going for his throat and not being able to follow through. It offers him an opening.

And he would take it.

Alduin would lift his head higher, latching himself into the sensitive skin behind the ear and partially on it. Blood would instantly drip as he offers a vigorous shake of his head. Ears bleed a lot after all. If he’s lucky, which he sure thinks he is, he would try and shred teeth into her ear and neck. Keeping his hind legs firmly planted to the ground and strong forearms wrapped around her shoulders and paws clawing into her wherever he can reach.

Remember, he’s a man that has everything to lose, but only in this moment.
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rolled a fricking 5

Nyra: 15

Alduin: (28-5) 23

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​​​​​​They clash, and as their jaws click and they snarl, growl, bark and snap at each other, Nyra aims her teeth for him at just the wrong time, pulling only some fur and a small bit of skin before he's mauling at her ear and neck. 

With an agonized yet guttural snarl, Nyra retaliates by twisting herself viciously, aiming to plant her paws around his own neck and shoulders as she also aims her teeth for the entire meat of his cheek and face. 

GET THE FUCK OFF her ferocious roars say without words as they fight, and she wills herself to pick up her game, for she too is fighting like there's everything to lose - hard, violent, and savage.
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Rolled a 2

Alduin: 23
Nyra: (15-2) 13

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She would fight back viciously in response to his rabid bite and the shredding of her precious ear. Her attack comes fast and hard in a fit of her pained anger, roaring at him as she moves in to attack his own face. Snatching up his cheek, he’d feel her teeth puncture and gore, leaving in their wake four ragged rips of his flesh that instantly begin pouring blood. Though that is not the only damage she does, her teeth also find their way to his brow and left side of his muzzle, cutting anywhere they can.

Blood and spittle fly everywhere in their intense battle to prove themselves, but Nyra’s attack would throw the prince off balance. In his attempt to whip his head back and dodge her searching jaws, his hind foot slips on the sand as he goes in for another bite to her own face. This would only cause his to nick her, offering hardly a scratch with only a pearl of blood.

A good play on her part, or maybe a mistake on his.
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rolled a 9! 

Nyra: 13

Alduin: (23 - 9) 14

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She rips and tears viciously, snarling all the while with hackles raised high, teeth bared as she also catches his brow and muzzle too. 

He slips then, and when he nicks her she chases him to the ground with jaws wide, snapping and aiming for his throat, where his jaw would meet his neck. If he was able to dodge that, her teeth might end up straight ravaging his handsome face.
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Rolled a 3 :’>

Alduin: 14
Nyra: 10

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His slip causes her to get the upper hand and he goes down hard. Back hitting the ground with a huff of breath squished from his lungs from the fall, Nyra reclaims her victory on top of him. Instantly, she goes for the kill, stealing her jaws against his throat with a vigorous shake. He doesn’t show any signs of submitting though, he kicks and thrashes. Powerful kind legs curling up at his belly to kick at her soft innards, claws leaving behind irritated scarlet marks.

He would get out of her violent hold, he just needs his opportunity.
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rolled a 5 :>

Nyra: 10
Alduin: (14-5) 9

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He kicks at her stomach as she bites onto his throat, and though the strike is hard, she only continues to shake, pull, and clamp down as hard as she can, while also taking in oxygen and fighting against a canine just as damn big and powerful as herself. 

His kicks meanwhile, result in both scarlet scratches and some extra drool from her mouth onto his jugular as she continues to bite down
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Rolled a 6
Liv rolled a 2
They ended up in a tie so we settled with odds and evens out of 100 and Nyra is the WINNNERRR! Congrats fren! Close fight

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Alduin would get thrashed about pretty damn good, but he did have one more move up his sleeve. He would kick hard enough to wiggle out from beneath her, shifting onto his side, he’d be able to just barely get his footing again before offering one final bite to her ear and neck. Nothing major, only enough to stun and get her unforgiving jaws off of him.

With a bleeding throat, sticky fur, punctures, and slash marks on his already injured throat, he would step back. Dipping his head to her respectfully, he already knows that she should be crowned the winner.

With a clear of his throat, he congratulates her proudly. “You fought well, you deserve the victory, Nyra.”

Now, if she were anyone else, he’d be fighting till his last breath, but he knows her. He came here with her and he respects her, that is the only thing that allows him to do such a thing. To set his pride and rage aside and allow someone a victory against him in any case. Unless death is a threat, and here, it was not.
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​​​​​​She keeps up the assault relentlessly, yet as he kicks again with strength just as intense, she's forced to let him go, which turns the tables enough for him to get up and attack her ear and neck again, which results in her lunging at him again with a roar. 

Yet he backs off just as she's closing in for a final assault, which causes her to put on the brakes and make sand fly before she makes impact, body stiff and rippling with raw power beneath the adrenaline of the battle and loss of blood, plus herself being battered beyond hell. 

He grants her this hard won victory, and with blood still staining her jaws and teeth, she grins something wicked in response. 

Her gaze falls then to @Andraste
Have they proven themselves? Did she want more? 

​​​​​The Warmaiden thrummed beneath her pelt, eager to prove herself like she had succeeded to do in another universe.
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 Andraste took note of those who took the time out of their day to arrive. Misha, the one who felt far younger than he clearly was, was the only to call support down for the fighter who was clearly his favourite. She noted the way Alduin's head turned to look at Misha but unfortunately, the angle did not allow her to see what his face spared. Disdain? Amusement? Something else? She looked to Exalted, who was sparing a very disdainful look towards Misha. A rumble of laughter boiled in her chest but did not escape, instead turning her attention towards the fighters. If any more witnesses arrived, they would join the rest without fanfare.

 Her eyes followed the two - yin and yang. Dark shape against light, both showing decent prowess in battle. Alduin leaped first, barely giving chance for the formalities to finish, and the witch licked her lips. First blood was taken by him, his target: the woman's face. Nyra took it head on and attempted to take his jaws in her own, a move that made the corner of Andraste's mouth tweak. Her target changed as fur flew from the dark man's throat. From the start, it appeared the male had the advantage, making stronger attacks that did far more damage. Nyra's pure white fur was bloodied, her ear torn. A pity, but it was a mark to remember: Even friends can cause irreversible damage.

 Her next attack met, tearing into his face and causing him to slip back in the sand. He went down hard and Nyra flew in after him, seizing his throat while he struggled. A death bite. Andraste shifted to her paws, sensing the battle nearly over - slightly concerned that the white hound would not know when to release. Instead, Alduin managed to escape and forfeited. Part of her looked on this with derision - had she not said to fight until they could no longer? She almost expected the battle to result in one unconscious.

 Nevertheless, they had done what she wanted: Entertained her.

 She slipped down from the rock, paws carefully picking her way down while she glanced up towards Misha, whose antics she had heard muttered with disdain. A smile lifted to her lips that seemed to say, See, my boy, there is a way if you are careful. That smile turned into a grin as her crimson gaze fell upon the two soldiers, tongue rolling over pearly teeth. “Excellent work,” she said, voice rising to be heard by those watching. “You shall allow us to wash and tend to your injuries, My Children, so we may make you our own.” She would not be so cruel to let the physical fester.

 The test was not over.

 Would they allow this show of vulnerability after their show of strength? Would they present themselves before her, lay bare their pride, or would they fight back against her orders?

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As Alduin returned his cheering with a glance, he could feel his pulse quicken like a blade. The look was...dangerous and yet inviting, thrilling. Truly it felt like the delicate dance of two serpents. Disdain and differences clear as day and yet attraction brought them united only in a way that could be described as mutually assured destruction. Basically Alduin thought he was a tough bad ass. Maybe he was, or at least a cute ass. All Misha would do is wink as he focused on his match.

He was glad for that burst of adrenaline, unlike most of the other white wolves, he preferred the day time. Right now was far too late for his liking. He wanted to be curled up somewhere else. Misha proceeded to ignore Exalted who lingered by to show disdain before finding her seat somewhere else. She would have to be an adult and talk to him if she wanted his attention or antics right now.

As the fight played out, Misha enjoyed watching the two struggle for their lives, feeling like a king above them. Alduin had the beginning advantage. He felt worried for Alduin's face as his cheek got grabbed. Bitch was gonna make him ugly!!! And as the fight played out, Misha began to feel interest towards the wolf he knew was named Nyra. She was more than Misha expected, she was useful. And as Nyra won the battle, had been fighting in a way that could only be explained as an end to a means, a dark gruesome thought entered his head. Perhaps she was too strong. If she were to be dispose of, it would be now while she was weaken, after the ceremony closed when no one was around.

The thought was tempting, causing a ringing in his ears but...no. He would resist, the pack was too new to be picking off members because of paranoia. It would be much smarter to bond and take all he could from her.

As Andraste turned to give him that dumb smug look he found himself rolling his eyes. "Just bad luck is all..." He mumbled to himself, ego a little hurt for rooting for the wrong contestant. As Andraste spoke, Misha found a his way down to get behind Mother to assist when needed depending on the answers of the other two. I mean bathing Alduin would make this not a total loss and waste of time...He made sure not to look at the male, many took loss in different ways and he would rather figure that out from afar and let him feel any negative emotions surrounding defeat by himself. Maybe he'll try harder next time.
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Nyra is proud of her victory — as she should be. She does not goad him with it either, which would lead to another fight whether anyone wanted it or not. So, it’s a good choice on her part.

Yet, Andraste is not finished and neither is the test so it seems, judging by the she way looks at them. She wants to wash their wounds? Interesting. He’d rather do it himself, but he feels if he denies, there could be something more that goes into it.

Even as Misha drops down from his spot atop the lid of The Eye, he doesn’t look at him or goad him either. Another smart decision. Still, Alduin would hum indifferently at his words, stepping forth towards the trio and huff out a reply.

“If my wounds must be washed, let’s get on with it then.” It’s a deep, slightly raspy rumble and he feels the pain from his throat clutch at him while he speaks.

With a dark pelt sticky with drool and blood alike, he looks dangerous and ready to get things moving along. He wishes to go lick his wounds in private, but it seems a man can’t even get that.
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Andraste praised them both, which brought a small smile to Nyra's face.

Then, the request to let their wounds be washed. Alduin didn't seem too fond of the idea, and for a second the Warmaiden was caught by surprise, but she relinquished her pride then and there.

"I put myself in your paws, Mother." Nyra replied as a confirmation to the request. She would allow whatever needed to happen, to happen. As huge of a trust as this was, she didn't see any reason to say no.
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 Oh, what a glorious show this all was. The white yearling found cruel smile curling her lips as the bloodsport began with Alduin rushing forward before the metaphorical buzzer even had gone off. Beautiful. She expected great things from him but she knew in her heart of hearts that the white bitch would take him down. Those of their fur color were destined for greatness, after all.

 She was not disappointed.

 It was a close fight for sure, but in the end Nyra came out on top.

 Excellent... it was judgement time.

 She would rise from her position to make her way over to Andraste, barely sparing a glance for Misha as she took up a position to the right and slightly behind their Mother. It was not over yet.

 If she would dictate that they had failed, or if one of them had failed... well, she was ready to enact any sort of violence necessary without hesitation and without any regard to coat color. As pretty as Nyra was on the outside, she certainly would taste just as good.

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 Alduin was somewhat resistant, though he agreed. Nyra seemed eager for the reward and the witch smiled at them both. “Excellent.” She moved closer, twining about the two and cleaning the blood from their wounds.

 “It is an important exercise in bonding,” she mused as she cleaned, barely above a whisper, “To display both strength and trust in the same moment.” She was teaching, for all those who would listen - the newcomers or those who had come before.

 She put no excess focus on either of the two's injuries, treating neither with any favoritism over the other. They were both strong in their own rights. His instant brutality, leaving no room for question or thought. Her quick uptake, how she had returned with a force that, despite being behind at the start, made her outcome the winner.

 Once she was satisfied, she stood back. “Congratulations,” she said, her tongue washing away the blood from her lips. “You have passed, my Children.”

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