The giantess wandered out onto this blood soaked field, taking in the sights. This place may well once have been beautiful, but now there was only ruin and despair. The distant growls and snarls spoke of battles being wrought at this very moment, and it broke the dame's heart that peace could not be achieved anywhere on this blood soaked rock they called their planet. She sighed, thinking this place should not exist, that peace should not be so hard to attain that it would require so much brutality. Deep violet pools soaked up the scenery as she walked, long strides eating up the terrain effortlessly. Her cranium remained low, in an attempt to make herself less visible. But how does one miss a fire pelted, enormous creature such as herself- short of being blind? The answer was you didn't, she stuck out like a sore thumb upon the barren plains. Today she had a plan; she would sharpen her battle skills, and in the effort help someone else accomplish the same task. That way, everyone won, except the loser of such a spar. She knew not who would come to find her here, whether they be young or old, weak or strong, scarred or unmarred. It did not matter to the female knight, for she would not be attempting to kill, nor do any real damage to her opponent. This was only for practice, meant not to harm, for that was not in the nature of the gentle giant. Talk like this

It was only a matter of time before she would have the misfortune of running to her father, especially now that her sister had run off to take her place beside him. Taurig and her brother had let her go, leaving the russet Queen frustrated. She had no idea what was happening to her dear little sister, for all she knew the poor girl could be a prisoner. It had been decided that she would take down the ivory bastard and bring her sister home. But first, the Queen needed to learn to fight better, her skills needed to be honed in and carefully mastered. Creamy limbs carried her away from home and brought to the most dreadful of places. The stench of blood assaulted her nostrils, the distant sounds of battle brought sweet warnings to her ears. Emerald pools searched the bloodied field, looking for an opponent. One wolf stood alone, and was the most peculiar looking thing. Never before had the young Queen seen a maned wolf, it brought a confused frown to her face. But with her head held heigh, the woman girl would approach, gracing the woman with her presence. "Hello, my name is Sibelle, are you looking for a spar too?" Despite her young age, words would fall confidently from her creamy jaws, eyes roaming over the fiery woman's taller form. Red plume swayed at her hocks, audits stood at attention. She was here to learn, not to inflict harm. The girl did not want any scars to mar her frame, she wanted her scars to be earned, not given in a mere friendly spar. "I'm not looking to inflict serious damage, only to practice, and I would appreciate it if you did the same." Cool words would drift towards the woman, waiting for her own terms to be spoken before the spar would commence. Talk like this

A russet dame would appear on the horizon, and slowly she would make her way towards the giantess. Violet optics watched the approach intently, large ivory lined audits shoved forwards and also following the rust tinted woman as she padded forwards. Her voice soon came to meet the she knights ears as she introduced herself as Sibelle, and stated the terms of the spar she had in mind. Seemed good enough for the ebony legged wolfess of fire. "I am Araceli, and I accept those terms, shall we start then?" She asked, already setting up her defenses. Her large, round ears flattened against her dainty skull, her long neck becoming level with her spine to protect her throat and underbelly. She began to circle the dark reddish she wolf, her long ebony legs taking gaping strides across the terra, her tea cupped paws becoming tinted with the sanguine wine that stained the dirt. Ivory tipped banner tucked itself between her long rear legs, and her centre of gravity became more stable as her balance was shifted to her toes. Deep purple optics squinted to protect the important senses, but her view of the acid eyed opponent was not marred. Her muscles were tensed, ready to spring into action, or to her defense. Knees bent slightly to add to her reflex speed, hopefully making it easier to move quickly in reaction to whatever came next. Spar for PRACTICE Round: ONE of THREE?? Defenses: Eyes narrowed, ears flat against skull, tail tucked, balanced on toes, head lowered to protect throat, knees bent slightly, muscles tensed, spine level. Attack: None so far. Speech,

A brief nod would be the only answer given to the tall woman. Eyes narrowed, assessing her target carefully, audits falling back against her skull. She placed her legs equally apart, bending at the knee, keeping her center of gravity low and her balance stable. Russet shoulders would roll forward, pushing an added layer of protection around her neck as her hackles rose. Her flicked out, standing stiff behind her like a flag. Her opponent began to circle her, the tall woman's own defenses sliding into place. Russet crown dropped, her chin covering her throat carefully. At a year old, the Queen had reached her full height of 36 inches, but this adversary stood a good 20 inches or so above her. She had never battled such an odd looking opponent. It became clear that she would have to strike first. Muscles coiled, propelling herself forward. Jaws unhinged, lips curled back against her ivory daggers. She set her targets on the woman's long limbs. The adversaries height was an advantage and disadvantage. The russet Queen could strike low. Limbs pushed her across the little distance that separated them, jaws aimed at the woman's hind limb closest to her reach. She wanted to grab just above the woman's hock. Should her attack land, jaws would latch on, taking a firm hold and she would lifted her crown up, in an attempt to throw off her adversaries balance. If her attacked missed, then she would aim for the woman's muscle in her leg, a slightly higher reach but still a decent one. Should she be successful in this attack then she would use her weight to push forward, her goal to throw the woman's hips to the ground. No matter where her attacks land, the russet Queen would push herself forward, muscles in her hind limbs bunching to push her weight forward, intending to knock the woman down. Defenses held all through her attacks, never wavering in when in the path of the much taller woman. She knew little about the tall woman, what she was capable of, what her strengths and weakness where. The young Queen could only hope for the best. ARACELI vs SIBELLE for PRACTICE Round 1/3 Attacks: Jaws aimed for the leg closest to Sibelle, I'm not sure which that would be since it was not mentioned which direction, her main target would be just about Ara's hock and then she would push herself forward, wanting to knock her off balance, if that attack fails then she would aim for the meager part of her leg and again push her weight forward in an attempt to knock Ara to the ground. Jaws would remained locked throughout. Defenses: ears pinned, eyes narrowed, legs bent and spread equidistance and tail flagged for balance, shoulders rolled forward for added flesh and fat protection to her neck, hackles raised, chin tucked against her throat Injuries: none OOC Notes- you didn't mention which direction Ara began to circle Sib, so Sib is going after the leg closest to her. I did a bit of research to see if Sibelle would be heavier than Araceli or not, and wolves in general are much heavier, it says so here. Talk like this

It took no time for her opponent to launch an attack, jaws stretched wide and aiming for her rear left leg, at just above the knee. In an attempt to lessen the blow, she would dig her front claws into the dirt for stability, and buck both of her rear legs behind her and try to slam her rear left paw into the she wolf's approaching snout. Instead of grabbing her hock, she would have instead latched her jaws into the woman's small ebony paw. The woman's jaws parted to let out a roar bark, the vocalization of a maned wolf. As the dame's momentum followed, balance was lost and the giantess' toppled to the right, onto her flank.
Her coarse ebony mane was now lifted to it's full height, and her large audits remained flattened against her dainty skull. Her short tail remained tucked between her legs to protect her genitals, being too small to do much more. Violet eyes were narrowed, and her dainty cranium moved downwards to protect her throat.
Now she would attack. Bringing her rear right leg back, she attempted to slam it into the russet dame's right flank with as much force as her muscles could muster, which, if successful, would definitely cause some bruising. Curling her abdomen, she brought her cranium closer to the she wolf's neck and attempted to snap her ebony stained jaws a few times at it's left side, which would cause a bit of bleeding, but no major damage in the long run, as per their agreement.

Araceli vs. Sibelle for PRACTICE

Round: 2/3

Defenses: Ears flat against skull, eyes narrowed, tail tucked, hackles raised (mane up), head lowered to protect throat.

Attacks: Attempted to drive her back right paw into Sibelle's right flank, and also tried to bite at the left side of her neck a few times.

Injuries: Probably muscle and bone damage to her left rear paw, definitely bleeding. Some bruising to the right side of her body.

OOC: I'm sorry if any of this is vague or doesn't make sense, I really suck at spars and general fighting.





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OOC: Sorry for the wait!

It took no time for the woman to rebel, bucking her hindquarters, but it was futile. Jaws connected with her small paw, jaws clenching for only a good grip, she did not want to bring this woman harm. Immediately the woman would fall onto her right flank, leaving the russet Queen standing over her. The woman's right limb would lash out, her paw struck, but with her own weight on the appendage, the kick did not hold enough power to cause much damage. Emerald pools remained narrowed, her audits tight against her skull as inky jaws snapped at her neck, easily finding purchase. Shoulders remained rolled forward, her hackles still at attention, giving the fallen woman only fat and fur to hold onto. A growl rumbled in her throat as fangs pierced her flesh, drawing droplets of blood. Her tail stood straight, even with her spine, mind calculating her next attack. Muscles would coil, her chest turning ever so slightly preparing for her attack. With the woman latched onto her neck, practically curled up in a ball at her feet, the Queen would release her tiny paw, she would throw herself quickly towards the woman's front, her jaws aimed to grab the woman by the side of her own neck. Her chin remained chucked against the vitals of her throat, attempting to keep the woman away from her lifeline. Should her jaws find their target, her body would follow suit, moving along side the fallen woman, her right forepaw would rise, intent on coming down on the opposite side of the woman, hoping to leave the slender wolf pinned beneath her. Her movements would be quick, wanting to keep four paws on the ground for balance. To keep the woman still beneath her, if her right paw found ground successfully on the other side of the woman, her hind left leg would lift, aiming to come down on the woman's hip, wanting to effectively pin her. SIBELLE vs Araceli for PRACTICE Round 2/3 ATTACKS: She releases Ara's paw, then turns and attempts to grab Ara's neck, her right forepaw would lift first, attempting to come down on the other side of Ara, and then followed by her left hind paw aiming to come down on Ara's hips in an attempt to pin her completely DEFENSES: eye narrowed, ears flattened against skull, shoulders rolled forward, hackles raised, chin tucked against her neck, tail even with her spine INJURIES: bite wound to the neck (left side). Talk like this

Her attack did not go all to well, the giantess sunk her teeth into nothing but fat and coarse guard hairs. Nonetheless, she clamped her jaws shut with as much force as she could muster, growling and snarling. Her deep violet optics remained slitted, having the larger woman's face so close to her own was not something to take easily. Large, ivory lined ears stayed flat against her skull, and her mane remained raised. Suddenly jaws snapped open, releasing her paw, but now aimed for the left side of her neck. Her only option was undoubtedly risky, but it was all she really had. Using her front paws, she brought them to her chest, like when she was about to pounce on prey, and attempted to slam them into Sibelle's flank and throw her off balance before the woman could grab her neck. The move was all for naught, however, because soon the woman dropped her front paw on the fire pelted woman's available shoulder. However, the jarring movement could momentarily displace her opponent's balance. Araceli knew where this was going, and she wasn't liking this. Before she could react, jaws clamped onto her neck and a hind paw dropped onto her available hip. A string of curses flooded the air in her native tongue, and she knew she was pinned. The maned wolf's brain worked overtime to deduce an available way to get out of this. Luckily, her tail was still tucked to protect her genitals, otherwise she would be even more prone. Suddenly inspiration struck, and the giantess used her right legs to try and force herself onto her back, and possibly knock the opponent off her balance. If such a thing went successfully, her body would buck and try to bowl the russet lupine over. If such a move went well, she could go from there. Round: THREE of THREE Defenses: Tail tucked, hackles up (mane up), eyes slitted, ears flattened. Attacks: Trying to displace Sibelle's balance by lashing out with her front paws, which rotated her shoulder blades, which Sibelle has a paw braced on. The second attack involved her trying to force herself up, which while would not work, could make Sibelle's balance less stable, and maybe even knock her over, or provide an opportunity for Araceli to get up. Injuries: Possible muscle and bone damage to rear left paw, definite bleeding. Bruising to right side of body. Moderate bite wounds to the left side of her neck. Bruising to her left shoulder and hip from the impact of Sibelle pinning her. OOC: Sorry again if this makes no sense, wasn't quite sure what I could do with her in such a prone position.... :/ Talk like this