The girl was apparently to enter the ranks as a guard ? her brother had explained to her some of the working of his pack, with the numerous guards that where loaned out to packs in return for favours. It all seemed strange to her, but one thing of it all she could make sense of was that she was to be Bass's personal guard. She had always looked out for her brothers back, so hearing it as an official title only felt natural. He said that there was no one he would rather have protecting him, then her and for her that made the world right.



She would find herself navigating his plains with a suspicious eye out for the serpents he often spoke of living here. She had discovered early on that if you bite off the head there juicy flesh beneath the scales was a treat. However they where just as quick to strike at her as she was to do so to them. It became a game of sorts and her dash through the plains would be met with jumps and twists and laughter as she easily sped past any of the creatures she spotted, occasionally, jumping over their forms and striking for the head before they had a chance to retaliate.



There was more to find today then just her games with the snakes, today she sought also after her brother and would not be disappointed. She would approach his form with the same caution she gave the snakes, dashing forward to touch a lick to his spine half way down his back and twirling away again with laughter. ?Catch me, brother? she dared him.

"Speech"

He had been waiting for her in the plains, hoping that he would be able to launch an attack on her when she wasn't expecting it. However, her sweet melody called out to him, letting him know that she was aware of him being there. He chuckled, turning around to face her when her lick brushed his fur backwards. A mock growl left his lips as he pounded after his retreating sister, his tail flying at the same level as his spine. Bass attempted to over take his sisters speed, hoping to run pass her before he turned to the left, hopefully leaving his body in her direct path. Bass was hoping that she would have little time to slow down, maybe even crashing into his own form. If she did run into him, he was aiming to at least knock the breath out of her, knowing that it would most likely bruise his side. He was prepared though, his weight was balanced on all four legs as his claws dug into the earth. Bass's fur stood on end, his shoulders rolled as he prepared for impact. His tail and neck were level with his spine, taking in a deep breath as he awaited the crash.

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BASS vs MOTIF for MOCK SPAR

ROUND 1 of 3 (that sound good?)

Defenses : He was prepared though, his weight was balanced on all four legs as his claws dug into the earth. Bass's fur stood on end, his shoulders rolled as he prepared for impact. His tail and neck were level with his spine, taking in a deep breath as he awaited the crash.
Attack : Bass attempted to over take his sisters speed, hoping to run pass her before he turned to the left, hopefully leaving his body in her direct path. Bass was hoping that she would have little time to slow down, maybe even crashing into his own form. If she did run into him, he was aiming to at least knock the breath out of her, knowing that it would most likely bruise his side.
Injuries : N/A, first round.
OOC notes : Sorry its so short, I am running out of Bass muse xD

Her dear brother seemed to expect her dancing assault, she would twirl away with ease and her body made for running would leap forward and be away. He would run after her, but she had spent all her life chasing the sunset, and he did not stand a chance. When he came to a stop behind her she herself would twirl about again. A soft laugh escaped her lips as she looked back him, already he seemed prepared for her, with his paws spread out about him as through waiting for her lunge. There was still laughter in her eyes as she appraised him. Her own defences would begin, like slipping into a steady rhythm, a beat to a familiar song. She would stretch out her own limbs, dig in her claws and bend her knees for balance, which for the same reason her tail would stretch out behind her. Her back would arch and her hackles would raise. Her lush ears would tuck against her skull as her jaws parted in a laughing growl. Her shoulders would roll forward and her chin would tuck to protect her throat.



She could move for the first attack, but she decided against it. Let him come at her, she was ready for him.



Defenses: Legs stretched, Claws dug into earth, knees bent, tail out, back arched, hackles raised, ears pushed back, shoulders rolled, chin tucked, jaws parted



Attacks: none


"Speech"

He didn't pass his sister like he had wanted, looking ahead of him to see that she had stopped. Bass was still facing sideways, his right flank closest to her. He was ready for an attack, all his defenses had been set for her to make a move. She did not though, instead facing his right flank head on. He turned his body to the right so that they were standing face to face. Bass smiled at her, his tail and neck still aligned with his spine, charging up to his sister. Just before he reached her he attempted to move his head to the right, towards her left shoulder, making it appear that he was going for a bite. At the very last moment Bass attempted to swing his body in the opposite direction, moving his body to the left. The brute attempted to slam the front of his right shoulder into her left shoulder, hoping to bump their shoulders together and cause bruising to both wolves. Rolling his shoulders forward he attempted to shift his own weight into the move, hoping to cause more bruising to her shoulder than to his own.

Ears laying flat against his skull, Bass let out a playful snarl as his jaws opened. The pale brute attempted to twist his head to the right, attempting to lock his jaws into the fur at the base of her neck, just before her shoulder blades. He was not trying to cause her too much pain, hopefully just a graze on her skin. Noticing that the right side of his neck was exposed, his hackles raised as his neck scrunched, hoping to leave very little for Motif to latch onto. His eyes were squinted, his claws digging into the earth.

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BASS vs MOTIF for MOCK SPAR

ROUND 2 of 3

Defenses : ...his tail and neck still aligned with his spine... Rolling his shoulders forward... Ears laying flat against his skull, Bass let out a playful snarl... ...his hackles raised as his neck scrunched... His eyes were squinted, his claws digging into the earth.


Attack : In short, he is attempting to slam his right shoulder into her left one, hoping to cause minor bruising. He then tries to bite her at the base of her neck, right before her shoulder blades.


Injuries : Pending on shoulder attack.

Motif's tail would sway teasingly behind her and her head would lower to the earth. Her ears would flicker and she would softly jerk her head, an invitation, daring him to come her way. He would do just that, his strong paws beating across the earth but Motif loved to dance, to play and agility was her fortay. She would bound to the side as he came at her, her body twirling as she moved about him, to come against his side and she would throw her weight forward to tackle him. Her aim was to knock him over so that she could proceed to tickle his chest and nuzzle against his side and reign victorioes above all.



It was perhaps fair to say that some wolves simply did not grow up and Motif had no intention of letting her brother become serious and old. For as long as she was around she would remind him of his youth and his love to tease and play.

"Speech"