Strike a violent pose
09-11-2016, 05:45 PM
Ramsay paced restlessly around the territory, his lengthy legs carrying him swiftly, tall ears pressed forward as he searched for something to do. He hadn't been to any training lately, yet he was eager to do something with himself. It was getting really old just sticking around in Ivalice, waiting for somebody to tell him what to do. Besides his own siblings, he didn't really interact with anyone else. He wasn't sure he wanted to. Were any of them really worth his time? Unless they had something valuable to teach him, he wasn't really interested in getting to know them. He didn't need friends just for the sake of having friends. If he wanted someone to explore with, that's why he had brothers and sisters. Speaking of which... where were any of them today?
Usually he could find Vadim not too far away, although he wasn't sure where the boy was right now. Probably off hunting somewhere. But Ramsay didn't feel like hunting today - instead, he was feeling more edgy. Like he wanted to beat the crap out of something. He supposed killing and devouring prey might satisfy that need, but something about it didn't appeal to him right now. Really, he just wanted to prove to himself, and someone who'd remember, that he was better than them. His brothers were growing heftier than him lately, but he wasn't going to get left in the dust. He was sure he could still compare with them, even if he inherited his father's leaner physique.
So, with a hurried bounce in his gait, he half-trotted, half-galloped to the mines, figuring someone ought to be around. Lo and behold, he would find his brother, seeing the boy's larger, ashy colored frame in the distance. A deep, sharp bark left his throat as he picked up his pace toward Vadim, quickly closing the distance between the. "Hey big guy," he greeted his brother with a devious grin, "What're you pigging out on today?" He wondered if he'd get a reaction out of his brother - he wasn't sure what it was, but he was feeling a quite snippy today.
Usually he could find Vadim not too far away, although he wasn't sure where the boy was right now. Probably off hunting somewhere. But Ramsay didn't feel like hunting today - instead, he was feeling more edgy. Like he wanted to beat the crap out of something. He supposed killing and devouring prey might satisfy that need, but something about it didn't appeal to him right now. Really, he just wanted to prove to himself, and someone who'd remember, that he was better than them. His brothers were growing heftier than him lately, but he wasn't going to get left in the dust. He was sure he could still compare with them, even if he inherited his father's leaner physique.
So, with a hurried bounce in his gait, he half-trotted, half-galloped to the mines, figuring someone ought to be around. Lo and behold, he would find his brother, seeing the boy's larger, ashy colored frame in the distance. A deep, sharp bark left his throat as he picked up his pace toward Vadim, quickly closing the distance between the. "Hey big guy," he greeted his brother with a devious grin, "What're you pigging out on today?" He wondered if he'd get a reaction out of his brother - he wasn't sure what it was, but he was feeling a quite snippy today.
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09-11-2016, 06:48 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-11-2016, 06:52 PM by Vadim I.)
The sound of his digging echoed lightly off of the deeper walls of the mine, reverberating there and traveling back to him at the entrance with ominous undertones to be caught with his ever-turning black ears. The muscles of his back tensed as his hind-legs anchored themselves in the loose soil to allow his forelimbs to shovel dirt between them repeatedly, coating his pale fur in a generous layer of soil and drenching him in the thick scent of earth. It was a shallow grave, he stopped the digging once he'd reached a good twelve-fourteen inches and then dropped the bones of the hen he'd caught inside. Instantly, his fatty body would twist and reverse the effects of his digging, locking the skeleton of the hen in her tomb for safe-keeping. It was a souvenir from his vacation- a trophy of his efforts, and within the safety of his make-shift lockbox he hoped for her skeleton to remain until he could add more to this little collection.
He finished it off by packing down the loose soil in an attempt to make it least noticeable, then walked the few feet it took to get to the opening of the mine and look around for anyone that might have seen him. That is when he heard the words of Ramsay, and something about them already seemed to start a prickling beneath his skin, one that bled out around his mantle as his hackles ruffled lightly. A slanted scowl plastered itself across his maw, his upper lip lifting just a tad to reveal the thickness of his frontal teeth, "Something I caught all by myself, Ramsay. Tease as you please, but what have you managed to prey upon on your own, hmm? Or are you hoping to suckle upon mother's teat again now that she's returned?" The top of his meaty muzzle wrinkled slightly as the corners of his lips pulled into a grinning snarl, his jowls then parting with the release of a chuckle while he laughed at his own joke.
09-11-2016, 09:04 PM
The devious grin curving his ebony lips curled further, olive green eyes hardening into a positively wicked expression when he saw the subtle signs of Vadim's temper flaring. Ramsay's blond tail shifted into the air, his nose twitching and causing a slight wrinkle in his muzzle when his brother retorted with a smug jab. So, Vadim thought he was the better hunter already, did he? He heard the boy laughing at his own teasing remarks, causing a low growl to rumble in Ramsay's throat. "You think you're better than me, Vadim?" he snarked, not sure why he felt so aggravated today - it wasn't Vadim's fault, he was just feeling pent up, "We'll see about that! So you got lucky a few times, the prey is just fat and lazy right now 'cause it's summer - I'm gonna be a better hunter than you when things get tough! And I'm going to be the best fighter." He eyed his brother through a narrowed gaze, wondering how Vadim would take that.
Ramsay couldn't believe his ears when his brother mentioned Abelinda. He didn't want to hear about the woman who'd given them life. He'd never acknowledge her as his mother again, as he'd accepted long ago that she had abandoned them, and he wasn't going to let her back into his life. As if he'd ever depend on her for anything again. "Don't talk to me about mom!" he snapped, tail flicking as he stomped a paw in Vadim's direction, "She's not even worth mentioning right now. I'd rather starve than go to her." He turned his head, glaring into the distance. It was a touchy subject, and even though he was feeling snappy about it, he wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. Looking back to Vadim, he wondered what his brother was going to say next - he better not say anything else about that woman for now.
Ramsay couldn't believe his ears when his brother mentioned Abelinda. He didn't want to hear about the woman who'd given them life. He'd never acknowledge her as his mother again, as he'd accepted long ago that she had abandoned them, and he wasn't going to let her back into his life. As if he'd ever depend on her for anything again. "Don't talk to me about mom!" he snapped, tail flicking as he stomped a paw in Vadim's direction, "She's not even worth mentioning right now. I'd rather starve than go to her." He turned his head, glaring into the distance. It was a touchy subject, and even though he was feeling snappy about it, he wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. Looking back to Vadim, he wondered what his brother was going to say next - he better not say anything else about that woman for now.
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09-11-2016, 11:39 PM
'You think you're better than me, Vadim?' Oh, the widest grin Vadim had managed to display yet slyly exposed his thick set of teeth, his molten gaze shimmering as he looked to his brother and offered an expression that could most certainly answer that question for him. At the moment, yes.. yes, he did think he was better than Ramsay. Ramsay was behaving like a toddler right now, in Vadim's eyes... boasting and declaring himself better than Vadim-- no, better than anyone at something he barely even practiced. Was Ramsay aware of the taunt he'd just spun in his brother's direction?
Then Ramsay mood seemed to switch just a tad as he brought up his soreness when hearing about mother, tch. Did he really think that he was the only one that had been effected by her disappearance? They all were, even Liar had been- the way Ramsay was acting was downright selfish as he scolded Vadim for mentioning her presence. So what if she was back? It was the truth, and the truth was something they'd all have to deal with sooner or later, whether Ramsay wanted to or not. Vadim nearly rolled his eyes at how little Ramsay seemed to be putting thought into the rest of the family.
It made sense to Vadim, though.. his aggression, his misdirected anger- Ramsay was itching for an outlet for the rage that was devouring him from the inside out. Vadim had felt that hunger, too.. and the hen that he'd caught barely sated the beast that gnawed on his soul. Ramsay might not understand Vadim's actions at the present moment, but they both needed this, they needed direction for their hormone-induced aggression and the family-fueled angst. For their sanity's sake.
"Best fighter? Is that right?" Grimly spoken words left the boy's throat in a growling rumble, increasing slowly over time as his wide head lowered and his blazing gaze narrowed. It all happened so fast, the way his body positioned itself in preparation for what was inevitably to come. They needed this, he told himself. His ears plastered themselves back against his head as his meaty visage contorted into something utterly hellish, his jaws drooling as his lips remained peeled back from the slopes of his teeth far enough even to reveal the tender pink of his gums. His growl increased in volume greater than ever now, acting like a choir for the wickedness that currently resided in his heart and needed to come out.
His knees bent just slightly as he aligned his body to allow his spine to level out, limbs held just slightly outward from his frame to distribute his heavy weight equally across them. He could feel the tension in his muscles build quickly as his hackles rose to life, fanning out around the youth's neck and shoulders as though he were wearing a mantle of royalty. His limbs began to shake just slightly in anticipation, but he wasn't done preparing yet. His toes stretched out from one another as his talons gripped the earth and his shoulders finally rolled forward- then, in an instant, his anger was released and his toes dug into the soil surrounding the mine's entrance for traction to aid in his launch.
He was searching for Ramsay's cheek with his teeth, a place he'd often nibbled at in affection during their younger months.. it would now be the focal point of his bite and the first grip on Ramsay he would seek. To accomplish this safely, his spine ultimately had to slope upward with his tense chest broadly displayed between his rising forearms; keeping all these parts of his body close so that his chin could remain tucked downward with his neck directly shielded by teeth, arms and the chest that he used like a battering ram into Ramsay's shoulder. He hoped to overpower his brother, make him lose balance and submit beneath the weight he so often ridiculed.
Vadim vs. Ramsay - Round 1 of 3
Spar for dominance.
Defenses: mouth open with chin tucked to protect his neck, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, abdomen tense, toes buried in soil for grip, hackles raised.
Attacks: launching into ramsay's shoulder, trying to knock him over. arms are rising to hook one over his shoulders and one under his neck/chest. teeth are snapping at his cheek in an attempt to keep a hold on his face.