Battle Begins [Khalsa Pack]

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Life in the desert had been an adjustment for the young female… it had not been a bad experience thus far, but with her sensitivity to the harshness of the desert sun, even in the winter, it had been something to get accustomed to… but she persevered. She had adapted by avoiding the openness of the sands during the sun’s highest times and doing most of her movement before sunrise or after sunset… but during every time in the middle she was most likely to be found in the shades of the caves and what little vegetation she could find that provided any kind of relief from the sun’s rays. Other than that, Amytis had found that she rather enjoyed life here in Khalsa… she had missed her family initially and even though she had not met any other members of her new pack, aside from Kharak, she found that she was rather content. Spending a lot of her time alone the last few months in Kairos and then in the weeks when she first left seemed to have prepared her for it, but today she felt a change in the winds. Today she would prove her worth to the gargantuan that had given her a new sense of purpose in life.

The young female’s ears pricked at the sound of her Rajah’s call to them, today would be the start of the tournaments… while she had been sparring her entire young life in Kairos to battle birds of prey of giant proportions, she never would have thought that she would be here instead… still in a desert, but in an entirely different one where her opponents would be fellow canines instead of aviary creatures. She left the small den she had dug out for herself that previous night and stretched her limbs, jaws parting in a wide yawn when she stood and shook out her pure white pelt. The Rajah had gone over what the tournaments would be and what their purpose was in Khalsa, and she had eagerly agreed to participate and prove herself to the king of these lands. She quickly pinpointed where Kharak’s call had come from and started off at an eager trot, her tail waving gently behind her as she went.

Soon she reached the gathering of wolves, mainly other females heeding the call of their Rajah, but amongst those gathering she caught sight of another male with blood red eyes… he seemed to look her over, judging her movement as she approached the main gathering of females, and she couldn’t help but straighten her posture and walk with all the confidence she could muster. She saw Kharak standing at the forefront of the crowd, two females already standing before him and a third stepping forward as she reached the edge, ‘I’d wish to fight as well, Rajah.’ So the declarations were being made. Amytis did not stop at the initial edge of the crowd but rather stepped forward, her front paws on line with the other three females and while she kept her tail low behind her, she looked up toward the large male, a flash of confidence sweeping over her as she brought her gaze to his chin, careful to keep herself submissive to him and him alone, “Rajah, I will gladly fight for the honor to stand at your side.” she said, her tone even and enunciating every word carefully with a dip of her crown at the end. This was it, she had spoken her pledge to bring the large wolf honor and earn her place beside him through these battles… she would show him and the rest of Khalsa that she was worthy of the opportunity he had graciously given her. In a small way, she would also be proving to Kairos and her father, especially her spineless father, just how worthy of the title of warrior she was.


words; 650
tagged; Kharak, Daenerys, Jadis, Demetria
notes; Woot. <3


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The large brown brute had patrolled the borders of Khalsa’s territory one more time before the tournament that he knew would happen that day. He wanted to make sure there would be no interruptions, especially since their main priority for the day would be to protect the queens as they battled for their rank alongside the Rajah. Beowulf was excited knowing that they finally had enough females to fight… it had been a long time coming and now they would please the Gods with the blood that would spill on the desert sands for them. The red-eyed brute smiled at the thought… the pack would be blessed and all would be well, the only thing that somewhat worried the brute was the fact that he still did not know if any of the wolves of Khalsa had any knowledge of healing… there was the basics like keeping a wound clean and avoiding too much strenuous activity, thankfully there were enough Dasa in the pack to do all the hunting for the Ranis while they recovered from their battles that day… but he prayed that someone knew what plants could be used to fight infections.

It was strange to the male that he would concern himself with the well being of others, particularly for females that he knew he would never be able to have, but he figured it was because he innately knew that one of those females would birth the Rajah's heir… the future of Khalsa. The brute nodded slightly to himself as if in reassurance that that was the reason he cared so much about whether or not the females would get the care they needed after their battles. As he made his way back toward the main area of the desert he heard Kharak’s call over the sands and he picked up his pace to a quick trot. Soon he came upon the gathering, just in time to hear his Rajah pair off the queens. He looked over the four females that had stepped up to fight for their places beside Kharak. He only recognized one out of the four, Jadis, and he dipped his head only slightly in her direction before walking up to sit next to, but slightly behind, the Rajah as the females began to pair off and fight their first battles. “A fine day for the tournament, Kharak. The Gods must be pleased.” he said softly as the fights began. The red-eyed male was there to observe the fights and give his opinion to his Rajah as each fight came to an end… Beowulf knew that ultimately the call would be made by Kharak, but it was intriguing to the red-eyed male to see the skills that these warrior queens possessed, the strength that they showed and their will to have a place at Kharak’s side.

He was most curious about the pale coated, pink eyed female… he had never before seen a coloration quite like hers, and he almost wished that she did not belong solely to Kharak but he also knew that the Rajah needed only the most worthy of females to carry on his legacy… she seemed young, but so did the monochrome female she had been paired up with for the first fight. Beowulf watched intently as the pairs of wolves fought, noting how Jadis bowed out of the tournament at the start… not a good look for sure in the eyes of the Rajah, but that was not his place to make that sort of call… he would make sure to talk to her again later, he also wanted to introduce himself to the rest of the Ranis… after all, as Kharak’s Srhaada one of his jobs was to make sure that the Ranis were safe and happy. He could do it without knowing them, but he felt the job would be best done, particularly without any Shaandya to be solely in charge of their protection, if he had the Ranis’ trust in him and the best way to gain one’s trust was to get to know them and let them get to know you… and that was exactly what the red-eyed Srhaada intended to do.


tagged|| Kharak, Daenerys, Jadis, Demetria, Amytis
word count|| 698
notes|| Just popping him in as an observer for the tournament since he's Kharak's first Srhaada. :3
Ria P.

[attr="class","wintersirenText1"]There was once a time in Siren's life when she might have wanted to compete for such a thing, just to get out of her position that she hated so much. Sleeping with one monster was better than to sleep with any monster that wanted to force their ways upon her. The young wolf heard of the challenge being brought by the Rajah himself. She had very little interest in the whole thing, but was curious to see which wolves would be the female leads of the pack. It was also interesting to her to see there were actually females that wanted to fight for a chance to be something special in his eyes. Siren thought of her own children, the ones that Kharak had sired. They were not respected by their own father, so how was he going to know anything about being a good one to his so-called "heirs"? Of her children, she knew Galadriel was reaching out to him, but she was ignored. Luckily, it was very apparent who her true father was - Kalique and he was the best thing she could ask for. Aragorn was her only remaining son form the pairing with the Rajah, and he was no longer living in Khalsa. It had been months since she had smelled his scent.

She moved towards the large crowd of wolves. The Rajah had already given out the names of the fighters, and each started their own trials against one another. Blue eyes watched with little to no interest. But she did notice the females were all very different from one another. Beautiful creatures wanted to risk their own lives for Kharak? Such a shame, a pity really. She was so glad she did not have to compete with any other female for the heart of her beloved Kalique. She was his and he was her whole world. She stayed away from the leader, especially after seeing Red Eyes seated beside him. Despicable. Her hated from the male with red eyes was stronger than any other she had seen in the pack. Even Kharak did not taint her stomach like Beowulf had. Of them, one of the most interesting females was the Albino. She had never seen one in their lands before, but she knew what it was. She had heard of it before. The chocolate female looked promising. She was sure that the pair would make beautiful babies that Kharak would neglect and prove to Siren that he was a terrible father. The white wolf with the large solid stripe down her back had beautiful eyes, a definite plus if they were passed down to her young. And the final female looked as though she had the most angst of them all. She had small areas of black on her, and the way the she was fighting the largest made Siren gain a certain respect for her. She stayed to the outskirts, away from Kharak and his troupe of idiots.

Words | 495
Tags | Kharak, Daenerys, Jadis, Demetria, Amytis, Beowulf, Rosalind
Notes | n/a