RHYME IMPERIALIS The gangly slate boy made his way back to the den after another fun patrol with his dad. Valentine wasn't shy in taking him on different activities with him, and Rhyme enjoyed every minute. It was easy to be confident when your giant of a father was there to help look after you, but even now Dad was adamant that he learn to defend himself. While Momma often told him of her herb collections (which he also thoroughly enjoyed) she wasn't shy about her experience in fighting either. Still, the best stuff came from Dad. The skip in his step was hard to miss, he'd accepted that it was going to take a lot of time before he was a grown up. That did not stop him from celebrating little victories though. His paws were much bigger than his moms now, and he was going to start challenging her height very soon. Their six month mark was fast approaching, and his eventual height was more obvious now than ever. These signs had given him a boost in confidence, but he was still cautious in comparison to his sister. He'd seek her out now, they'd both been doing their best to practice the skills their father taught them, and now fresh from a kind of lesson himself he was eager to try his moves on Rhys. First he had to find her though. "Talk" "You" Think

Rhys had been working on something just for Rhyme. She'd made it with him in mind and she couldn't wait to share! And she needed to hurry. With much urgency she searched for her brother. She ran with her nose to the ground and her eyes darting every which way in the hopes of spying him. BINGO! Zeroing in on her brother, Rhys took off in his direction. "Rhymey!" Time and practice had helped her finally master his name. "Rhyme!" She was stalling for time, trying to get him to stop walking and look at her. A still target was easier to take on than a moving one. "I've got something for you!" And it was time sensitive so he better cooperate.

RHYME IMPERIALIS While he was technically looking for his sister the direction he'd chosen was towards the den they shared with mom. In reality the likelihood of his sister being there was slim to none, but out of habit he was going there to assure him mother that again, no harm had befallen him on the patrol. While it was obvious that she trusted Valentine completely to keep their babies safe on the patrols it put her mind at ease to know everything had gone just as well as the day before. Rhyme was a dutiful son, and enjoyed making Rhythm happy, however he was pulled completely off that particular task when he heard his sister's voice. He wouldn't stop really, instead he'd change direction at the sound. He'd look up at her curiously, facing himself towards her as he moved to meet up with her eager form. He'd learned long ago that surprises from Rhys were not always pleasant. "What is it?" He'd wait to reveal his surprise for her. "Talk" "You" Think

Completely unaware that his sister was up to something, Rhyme trotted right up to Rhys. Good. Her "present" was quickly slipping away; she could feel it. If she'd had to chase after him it probably would have been too late. Spinning around so that her butt was in her brother's face, Rhys snapped her tail to the side and then bore down so hard she thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head. A look of deep concentration crossed her face - enough time had passed that she really had to dig for it. Peffffft. The sound of the little toot was almost drown out by the peal of evil laughter that accompanied it. Fearing retaliation Rhys took off in a mad sprint away from Rhyme, leaving nothing but stink and maniacal laughter in her wake.

sorry it took forever <3

RHYME IMPERIALIS He'd trot up to her confidently as she teased him with a surprise, eagerly he'd close the distance, but as she turned away from him he knew that nothing good was going to come from her movement. His eyes would widen as he watched her antics, and the sudden smell that followed. As she laughed evily he would take more than a second to recover as he realized what she did. By that time she was already making her escape. The fart completely forgotten all Rhyme's mind would focus on was revenge. With a puppy growl he'd make his plans known. "I'm gonna get you Rhys!" With that he'd attempt to leap after her, wanting to stay on her heels until he was able to make his attack. Even while running after her he'd try to remember everything his dad had taught him so far. He needed to keep his ears to his skull, narrow his gaze, pull back his lips so that his teeth her not hindered by them. He'd open his jaw slightly so that when his sister gave him the opportunity he'd be able to bite her right away. He'd raise his hackles and straighten out his tail to align with his spine and neck as he lowered his head to be parallel with his shoulders. His weight would be evenly distributed and he'd splay his toes and dig his claws into the earth as he ran. He'd tuck his chin and roll his shoulders as best he could do as he tried to catch up with Rhys. If he was able to get mostly beside her the boy would choose that moment to release the extra boost of speed he'd been saving. From slightly behind her (Parallel to where she would run his shoulder would aim to be side by side with her hips on her left side.) the boy would aim to slam the broad right side of his right shoulder with her left hip. He'd aim closer to her pelvis in hopes that he would knock her off balance. At the same time he'd use his partially open jaws to try and grasp hold of her lower scruff. He'd want to sink his jaws into the loose fur right behind her shoulder blades above her spine. Rhys was going down! Rhyme v. Rhys for Revenge of the Fart round 1 of 1 "Talk" "You" Think

Still shrieking madly Rhys carried on at a flat out run in the hopes of evading her brother's revenge. She was fairly confident in her ability to outpace him so the sudden slam against her left hip caught her off guard. Her laughter turned into a surprised gasp; the sudden blow was sure to leave a mild bruise across the meaty outside of her upper thigh. Without really meaning to Rhys let the slam spin her to the side. Instinctively she planted her forelegs as her rump was forced to her right - a move that would bring the pair into a loose 'L' shape with the meaty outside of Rhys' left shoulder lined up with the center of Rhyme's chest with roughly a foot and a half between them. This movement away from Rhyme meant that even though he managed to loosely snag the fur and skin behind Rhys' shoulders the blow was glancing and didn't last, and what he managed to grab was quickly pulled from his grasp. Rhys was left with a throbbing scruff that was sure to develop a mild bruise along the points of contact later. She didn't like being startled, not one little bit! The attacks were enough to kill her giddy mischievousness and replace it with a need for revenge. With an angry squeal Rhys attempted to turn to face her brother head on. She didn't really have the presence of mind to think about the specifics of what she wanted, but she intended to line the center of her chest up with the center of Rhyme's chest. Her hackles rose in agitation and her ears slicked back as her eyes narrowed to angry slits. She was gonna get him for that! Thankfully the defenses her daddy routinely went over with her were becoming second nature. Her tail rose to lay level with her spine and she adopted a slightly wider, slightly bent-kneed stance with ease. She splayed her toes and dug her nails into the ground. Going rigid, she rocked back onto her hind legs so that her weight hung over and was equally distributed between them as her forelegs lifted off the ground. Rhys then attempted to lurch forward and wrap her forelegs around Rhyme's neck at the base of his skull. She wanted the left one to slide up the right side of his neck just below his jawline and the right one to slide up the left side of his neck just below his jawline. Hopefully the two limbs would scissor together behind his head and hold it in place. With jaws parted in anticipation Rhys set her sights on her favorite target: his ears. She zeroed in on his left one and then went for it; lunging forward with the intention of grabbing the sensitive skin between her teeth and twisting it mercilessly. She wanted to make him squeal! RHYS versus RHYME for DEFENSE OF CROP DUSTING (fart inspired dominance fight) Round ONE of ONE

RHYME vs RHYS for REVENGE OF THE FART ROUND ONE RHYME CLARITY - All clear! Total: 10 POWERPLAY - “If he was able to get mostly beside her the boy would choose that moment to release the extra boost of speed he'd been saving.” I know that its hard starting from a run here and depending on catching up to the other wolf, which is technically powerplay, which is why I am only giving you a -1 here. Its a bit of a conditional, if this then this. -1 Total: 9 DEFENSES Ears pinned, narrowed eyes, lips snarling, jaws parted, hackles raised, tail aligned with spine, head aligned with spine, weight distributed, toes spread, claws in ground. Total: 10 ATTACK + 1 shoulder slam + 4 bite to scruff (plus grip attempt) Total: 5 INJURIES - First round! Total: 10 Total for Round One: 44/50 RHYS CLARITY - All clear! Total: 10 POWERPLAY - None seen! Total: 10 DEFENSES Hackles raised, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, tail aligned with spine, widened stance, legs bent, toes spread, claws in ground, weight adjusted for rear. Total: 9 ATTACK + 1 bear hug + 3 bite to ear Total: 4 INJURIES - First round! - (Mild bruise to hip) - (Minor bruise to scruff) Total: 10 Total for Round One: 43/50 Totals: RHYME 45/50 RHYS 44/50 And the winner is... RHYME RHYS must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out, and revenge for the fart has been had! Damage: RHYME - None! RHYS - Minor bruises will take 3 ooc days to heal Notes: Tips for writing and some suggestions. (no points are deducted here): KatG6 I don't think there is anything to say, other than the fact that this was fun, quick, and painless. AND SO FREAKING CLOSE! Lazuli If you had all ten defenses it would have been a tie. And I would be pulling my hair out. XD Good fight guys, super cute! - By [Evelyn]

Rage. It filled her tiny heart. She hated him so much. Rhyme was so mean and he couldn't take a joke, the little meanie! Her eyes filled with angry tears as she glared at her brother, brief seconds ticking by before she lunged forward to scream in his face. "I HATE YOU, RHYME!" Never mind that she started it, she'd lost and that just wasn't fair! He was so mean. Spinning around in a huff Rhys began to stalk off. Before she did she made a point to screech over her shoulder, "I'm telling daddy what you did!" She had half a mind to try biting him again - he deserved it! Daddy would be on her side. He'd punish Rhyme for being mean, she just knew it.

RHYME IMPERIALIS He'd avoided the brunt of her teeth thankfully, and with quite a bit of effort the boy would stave off his sister and even bring her into submission. He had won! Baking away from her slightly in case of more retaliation he'd find his bright blue eyes locked with hers, he could see the rage boiling up inside and it made him want to shove it in her face that he'd won. He'd wear an accomplished smirk, yeah serves her right for farting in his face! Suddenly though she was in his, screaming her hate for him, but it would only cause him further pleasure. "You do not!" he'd call back, "You're just a sore loser!" He'd tell her as she stalked off, however she wasn't done yet. Threatening to tell their father as she stalked off Rhyme would fail to be scared. He bet that daddy would say he was proud of him for beating his sister in a fight. "Well, I'm gonna tell mommy what you did." Surely Rhythm would have something to say about rude farts and telling people you love that you hate them. "Talk" "You" Think

Unable to form a good retort and seething with anger Rhys spun around and flung herself at her brother with an enraged shriek. Rhys wanted to approach him head on. She wanted to bite his nose off and that's what she intended to do! She was going to bite it so hard it was going to pop right off and then he'd be ugly forever. He deserved it, the big jerk! Never mind what she'd done or what she intended to do, he was clearly the mean one! Rhyme deserved to be butt ugly. Mean and ugly went hand in hand and he was certainly mean! It was only right he got made ugly too!