Lacan Fight Training

[Carcharoth]

A clearing whisped with mist and shimmering with the light of Tor becomes clear as you make your way into the Lacan's Fighting Grounds. A large ebon male stands in the centre of the grassy clearing, his bulk enormous compaired to many and yet amongst all the black pelted Balkar he is clearly distinguishable with only a single aud, one green and one milky white eye. His skin is thick and loose, hanging grotuesquely around his underbelly and shifting along his figure with every step he takes.
A wry grin now plasters his muzzle as you approach and he growled deeply towards you, nodding a head in respect as he stands tall and judges your form with a brtually poisoning eye.

Welcome Lacans to the our Training Thread! I'm the head of the lacan devision and i'll be putting you against each other - and well if no more than one steps forward...you'll have the pleasure of fighting myself

[Orion]

((Not sure if I'm allowed to post here or not, though I know I could sure use the practice...))

The night had worn on, with Tor bright in the sky, and in silence an ebony shadow plodded across his new homeland. Though his dam despised the Balkar she allied herself with, her son knew that it was a grand idea to recieve training from the best, and he respected the Night Hunters for their viciousness and for their sheer power. On large pads, the young male continued to move before he came through to the clearing where the lead Lacan stood waiting.

Not that Orion knew it was the lead in the flesh, but he just supposed. Though silently he felt a bit dissappointed. His vision of a lead was not one who had loose skin, one ear and one eye, but one who was large, muscular and blood thirsty. For now, the ebony male would keep those kinds of comments to himself and to himself alone, remembering a quote his mother had said several times when he was younger. Do not judge by the outter appearence...it is what is inside that counts

"Sir?" His voice was regal, handsome to say the least and strong for his young age, just out of adolescence. Lightly deep, with almost a soft touch; the Balkar would probably change that sooner or later. Orion was robust, large unlike his agile mother Fiory, and in fact the only hint of her that he held with him, was on the back of his ears; A veritcal gold stripe running from tip to base on each ear, inherited from his dam Fiory. Deep blue hues glistened with light flecks of gold, as he slowed his pace and let himself come closer to the older and stronger varg. Here he would stand and he would wait, perhaps for instructions, perhaps for a retort of why he was here, for anything really Orion didn't care what. As long as something happened...

[Carcharoth]

((Woops...missed this. Sorry no one seems to ever reply in these subboards so I forget about them...))

Entering the clearing, Carcharoth observed the son of Fiory and Bristol. He knew that the male was related to the List Alphas merely because he had heard news on the wind of it, and this male, Orion his name was, fitted the description perfectly. Watching as the well built, newly appointed, Lacan peered over his Trainer's frame, the looming beast before him merely chuckled darkly, his skin shuddering with even the softest of movements. "Yes," he inquired back to Orion's small statement.

Padding forward on thick, sturdy limbs, Carch looked down apon the male's body adn circled him, noting that indeed this male would do well in combat...of shown how to fight well enough. On coming back round to Orion's from, the Lead Lacan sat back on his muscular haunches and groaned deeply as his body relaxed and loose skin all sunk down into rolls around his back and belly.
Hidden beneath this thick layer of skin, was a mass quantity of muscle. Although his sheer size was enough to give him the power he needed against smaller vargs than himself. And though he bore the handicap of only one ear and one good eye, his sharper senses were enough to help him through day to day procedures, and in combat...he only needed his jaw strength and body power.

Letting a smirk cross his silvery flecked muzzle, he knew it was time to answer this new Balkar's un-asked questions. "I am the Lead Lacan of the Balkar, appointed by Serg and under both Serg and Ziev's orders. You, I understand Orion, are our new Lacan and I have to train you. Am I right?" he asked, raising a brow in question. Before he was to begin training the new recruit, he first had to get the details straightened out. "Oh, and can you please tellme your knowledge of fighting so far. Just so I know where to begin on you."