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It is a ritual that can be provoked by a wolf of medium or high seniority in a wolf pack. It is used when a wolf finds their superior or leaders new action to be something that they disagree in.
By invoking the Amkal Ritual, the wolf may challenge their superior in a fight to the death or until they are unable to fight. If the challenger wins the fight, then they may change the idea that was presented by their superior or may even take the position as the new leader.
But if the challenger losses then he forever losses the ability to invoke the Amkal Ritual ever again and their fate will be presented upon the decision of the one that won the fight.
It was a straightforward ritual. Something that didn't need too much understanding. It was simple, you win you become the new leader, you lose you die.
Now the question remains… should I kill that fucker?
"sir… sir… Sir!" Raven called out for unkempt time, breaking me from my train of thought.
"For the sixty-ninth time, No!" I felt frustrated by his insistent talk about me backing away, "That guy's deliberately trying to make me angry and surprise… he succeeded, now it's pow wow time for big papa."
Raven felt very confused by what I said but understood that I wasn't going to stop, "At least let me fight in your place."
I gave him a quizzical look, "You think you can do a better fight then I will."
Raven didn't know if he should say it straight to my face, "… maaaybeee?"
I sighed, "I see now that you have so little faith in me. Alright you've finally made me understand." Hope seemed to ignite his face. "I will definitely fight him!"
"What else did you expect? You don't believe in my strength so I have to show it you and this is a perfect opportunity for it."
"…" Raven had a look that questioned his intelligence.
Standing behind him stood his mostly to be second in command and maybe a love interest, Oleya. They looked at our communication and wondered if this was how we behaved.
To them, it was like seeing two friends bickering amongst each other. This was not how they thought about me when they thought about a human leader relationship and how I was with Haylum.
Raven sighed in defeat as he slowly mumbled, "How… will I face those two demons?" In his mind floated two girls with maid dress and exceptional beauty.
I stood up as some wolves finally were done with rubbing my almost naked body with some kind of oil. Right now I faced Raven while I was only in my underwear, which was a requirement for this stupid ritual.
"Listen Raven," I place a hand over his shoulder and give him a sympathetic look, "If something happens to me, remember... this was your fault."
"…!!!" Shock was palpable on Raven as he stood there, frozen.
"Now, let's fight a stupid wolf!" I walked while massaging my body.
Inside the dense forest, a palpable arena like place was emptied for us. The wolfs cut off a bunch of trees and prepared the place for us to fight while they all stood in a circle, being the spectators.
While the adults understood how important this fight would be, the children were less intuitive as they cheered on while some wolves with thirst for blood joined them.
"Let's see some blood!"
"Cut off their head!"
"Beat each other to the death!"
"May the loser lose his manhood!"
Even as they were beaten and tied up by their mother, they still continued their cheering.
I stood behind the red circle drawn on the arena with red spice acting as the boundary. Opposite to me stood Haylum, who looked like he wanted to chew off my head but felt caged until the fight started.
Raven stood at the center of the arena and looked at both sides as he asked, "Are you ready?"
"YEAH!" Haylum roared as he pounded his heart with his right hand.
"Do you really have to do this?" Raven asked me.
"Yes and if it makes you feel better than this is not on you."
My words actually seem to console him as he nodded and said, "The rule goes as such, The fight will go on until one of you are in a condition that renders your ability to fight or… you die."
"Yeah!" Some children screamed as their mother shut them up with a hit to their head.
"Well then," Raven took a deep breath before exhaling, "The Amkal Ritual begins."
By ritual, as soon as his words ended, all the wolves, besides Haylum, howled out towards the sky as Haylum went inside the arena. Then without waiting, I went inside too.
"Well fatman," Haylum laughed, "Do you fear death?"
"Yes" Came my normal reply, "Fortunately, she isn't someone I meet in daily bases so… I would have to say it was fifty-fifty between me fearing her or loving her."
"What indeed." I nod as Haylum understood I was fucking with him.
"HAAAH!" Haylum screamed in anger as he quickly came towards me with a marched walk.
Raven seeing the match felt conflicted by this. Haylum was a strong wolf, No, it would be wrong to only say that.
Haylum was extremely strong, he may be even stronger than him. Where intelligence failed him, Haylum used his strength to always find solutions. Raven wasn't sure if he could win against an angered Haylum.
By the looks of it, his new leader was exactly doing the opposite.
"Do you think he'll win?" At one point, Oleya came beside him. But he was too distracted to take in her appearance.
"I… don't know." Raven truly didn't, he never saw me in a real fight. He has seen me use my humongous sword in training but right now, I didn't have it on me.
Then his eyes widened, "No!"
In Raven's eyes, he saw Haylum and me grab each other by our hands and try to push each other with raw strength. This was terrifying to him because Haylum's real strength lay in raw power.
Surprisingly, Raven felt confused, "Why aren't they moving?"