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♫depends on the day, the extent of all my worthless rage♫

With the moon held aloft in the sky, you make it your mission to overcome this Crucible by any means necessary. Your skills are honed and sharpened and you are braced for the bloodshed to come. The white stone is tossed into the air to mark the start of your Crucible. You waste no time closing the gap between you and your partner.

You’ve been on the defense for most of the match, allowing your opponent to tire themselves out with each gnash of teeth and failed swipe of their paw. Their chest is running on fumes and you notice how they stop to catch their breath. With your own reserves, you surge forward and send the both of you into the ground in a scuffle that leaves you standing victorious over them as they pant and wheeze. They have submitted and your Omen makes the call. You have passed.

Pompeii can't hear anything but the blood rushing through his ears as Stahl once again lunges for an attack, teeth gnawing at air and paws flailing for hits. Yet he stood, ever strong and stoic, letting each hit roll off his muscles like brittle hail. His friend had started to aim for his face in particular, blood dripping from his nose and mouth as Stahl rounded back again for another attack. This time, Pompeii noticed his friend's slightly unbidden gait, an unfamiliar dance of war and bloodshed, and he rushed forward to meet his friend head on. Shoulders met shoulders and his teeth scraped against thin fur. Unholy snarls and pent up... what is this emotion? He wasn't sure. It doesn't matter. It doesn't stop him from shoving Stahl back several feet before circling back himself, head held low and lip peeled back to reveal vicious teeth. It wasn't his opening. Not yet.

Brown eyes focused, but unseeing in the dim light. Frozen onto the light grey wolf's movements, yet not comprehending what was in front of him as a friend. The moon hung low as their fight continued, fake as it may be, but he could hear Cicero's voice speaking to him in soft, delicate song that made his fur stand on end. Insulting him, goading him on. What an interestingly chosen path, it gloated, choosing your best friend? Why did you do that? I didn't.

Soon, an opening had to be soon. Bruises and cuts covered his thick pelt. He was sure his stamina would outlast Stahl's, but he couldn't deny his own body grew tired of the duel.

Do you think him weak for his rank? His self? No. Then why? He snarled again, lunging forward as he saw Stahl's back legs quiver with exertion. Did you choose what you thought would be an easy partner, but here he is, running laps around you?

That unfamiliar emotion starts to burn in his stomach and chest, hotter than fire, hotter than the sun. He lifted his front paws up and brought them down with his entire weight atop Stahl's shoulders, sending his friend to the ground. Before he realized what he was doing, Pompeii gnashed angry teeth in Stahl's face, using his size against his friend.

That's exactly what you did. Pathetic.

He lifted Stahl by the scruff and slammed his chest into the ground again, shaking his head as teeth buried into his friend's skin.

Pathetic.

Pompeii reared his head back to shove the smaller wolf into the ground again, but only do the Omen's words pull him from his trance. He released Stahl, who was wheezing for breath having it knocked out of him more than twice. He stood there for a moment, his own front legs shaking slightly as he tried to calm himself down. Craning his neck over his shoulder, he doesn't have to search for the Omen's gaze for long before locking eyes with a wild, unfamiliar stare.

That's what this feeling is, he thought as the Omen introduced him, as a Cinder-Chassi-

It's anger.

Featuring:

i've had this piece in the works for like two months and i just kept fussing, so here's a background and story :'3 maybe i'll revisit this someday, but i'm tired and this piece needs to be uploaded sooner rather than later. thank you again to otterbells for letting me steal stahl for this piece <33

Description

♫depends on the day, the extent of all my worthless rage♫

With the moon held aloft in the sky, you make it your mission to overcome this Crucible by any means necessary. Your skills are honed and sharpened and you are braced for the bloodshed to come. The white stone is tossed into the air to mark the start of your Crucible. You waste no time closing the gap between you and your partner.

You’ve been on the defense for most of the match, allowing your opponent to tire themselves out with each gnash of teeth and failed swipe of their paw. Their chest is running on fumes and you notice how they stop to catch their breath. With your own reserves, you surge forward and send the both of you into the ground in a scuffle that leaves you standing victorious over them as they pant and wheeze. They have submitted and your Omen makes the call. You have passed.

Pompeii can't hear anything but the blood rushing through his ears as Stahl once again lunges for an attack, teeth gnawing at air and paws flailing for hits. Yet he stood, ever strong and stoic, letting each hit roll off his muscles like brittle hail. His friend had started to aim for his face in particular, blood dripping from his nose and mouth as Stahl rounded back again for another attack. This time, Pompeii noticed his friend's slightly unbidden gait, an unfamiliar dance of war and bloodshed, and he rushed forward to meet his friend head on. Shoulders met shoulders and his teeth scraped against thin fur. Unholy snarls and pent up... what is this emotion? He wasn't sure. It doesn't matter. It doesn't stop him from shoving Stahl back several feet before circling back himself, head held low and lip peeled back to reveal vicious teeth. It wasn't his opening. Not yet.

Brown eyes focused, but unseeing in the dim light. Frozen onto the light grey wolf's movements, yet not comprehending what was in front of him as a friend. The moon hung low as their fight continued, fake as it may be, but he could hear Cicero's voice speaking to him in soft, delicate song that made his fur stand on end. Insulting him, goading him on. What an interestingly chosen path, it gloated, choosing your best friend? Why did you do that? I didn't.

Soon, an opening had to be soon. Bruises and cuts covered his thick pelt. He was sure his stamina would outlast Stahl's, but he couldn't deny his own body grew tired of the duel.

Do you think him weak for his rank? His self? No. Then why? He snarled again, lunging forward as he saw Stahl's back legs quiver with exertion. Did you choose what you thought would be an easy partner, but here he is, running laps around you?

That unfamiliar emotion starts to burn in his stomach and chest, hotter than fire, hotter than the sun. He lifted his front paws up and brought them down with his entire weight atop Stahl's shoulders, sending his friend to the ground. Before he realized what he was doing, Pompeii gnashed angry teeth in Stahl's face, using his size against his friend.

That's exactly what you did. Pathetic.

He lifted Stahl by the scruff and slammed his chest into the ground again, shaking his head as teeth buried into his friend's skin.

Pathetic.

Pompeii reared his head back to shove the smaller wolf into the ground again, but only do the Omen's words pull him from his trance. He released Stahl, who was wheezing for breath having it knocked out of him more than twice. He stood there for a moment, his own front legs shaking slightly as he tried to calm himself down. Craning his neck over his shoulder, he doesn't have to search for the Omen's gaze for long before locking eyes with a wild, unfamiliar stare.

That's what this feeling is, he thought as the Omen introduced him, as a Cinder-Chassi-

It's anger.

Featuring:

i've had this piece in the works for like two months and i just kept fussing, so here's a background and story :'3 maybe i'll revisit this someday, but i'm tired and this piece needs to be uploaded sooner rather than later. thank you again to otterbells for letting me steal stahl for this piece <33