?? ? ?Poseiden kept his nose close to the ground,The scent of blood from the battlefeild filled his nose and brought joy to his heart. Joy: an emotion the dark loner almost never experianced. His black heart thumped with the thrills. Oh, the battles that must have taken place here. The lives lost.?

?? ? ?He gave a snort and lifted his head scanning his horrizon. A rocky ground with solid footholds. Large boulders and trees scattered around the place for good measure. He liked what he saw. The dried bloodstains on the rocks were a nice touch.?

?? ? He lifted his muzzle to the air letting out a loud, deranged, double-toned mess of a howl. He held the howl as long as he could before his throat became uncomfitorble and hot feeling. He pulled his head back, level with his body and swallowed thickly. Soon his throat felt good again and he was back to focusing on the fight to come.

The little fiend had been ceaselessly exploring since breaking away from his physical isolation. Everywhere there was something interesting to see! Someone new to meet! The land always held wonderful surprises and grotesque secrets that he indulged in excessively. His newest find was the battlegrounds. They didn?t really look like battlegrounds on the outside ? grassy and sure to be pleasantly humming with life in the spring and summer ? but a few minutes of ambling around told the hellion that this was indeed a place of war. As if hiding some dirty secret, the happy grass and clear skies belied what really went on. But he could smell it. Death, blood, and bones. It smelled marvelous.

With tiny bouncing motions, the gremlin leapt along, peeking above a sea of grass to catch sight of a pond here, a fallen tree there, and a good many dark stains on the ground. The terrain certainly wasn?t lacking! Now if only he could find something dead. He continued to spring along aimlessly, his jaws unhinged and his tongue rolling free from the cave of teeth. Wide blue eyes searched the environment restlessly, relentlessly tearing free the details to analyze them within his whirring mind. He paused for a minute to catch his breath, wondering if anyone else was around. And just like that, as if on cue, a strange cry rang in the atmosphere. Caesar perked, instantly attracted.


A sloppy grin stretched across his lips ? a stitched expression riddled with corruption. Just what he wanted! Abruptly the creature bounded off in the direction of the call. It took him but a few moments to find the big brute, and when he did he skidded to a halt some few yards in front of him. He stood, still grinning with his tongue lolling out and his pale eyes stretched wide. This was a place of playing! Surely this man wanted to play! The imp glanced him over for a second. He was large, but Caesar was unfazed, excitement and eagerness twisting through his veins. ?Caesar wants to play!? he barked, his vicious grin pinching back a tad more. Ears folded back, his eyes narrowing as he expectantly shuffled his feet a little. Oh he'd be disappointed if this stranger didn't want to play.

Poseiden gave a estranged sounding yawn, his rare voice made it sound more like a agitated up lion's roar of death than a yawn. Then wretched sound nearly shattered his eardrums. 'Caesar wants to play'. He turned his head looking the other devil over. He was all skin and bones and... Naaasty... His scent was ?like a week old dead... Something. Yeesh. Poseiden sighed. 'why must i always get the lunatics.' ,he thought to himself.,

" then so be it." His dark deranged voice crowed. "Nothing permanent though. I do not want to lose a limb by entertaining you.",

Poseiden kept his head level with his spine, a slight downwards tilt to cover his throat. His shoulder blades rolled forward and slightly apart to absorb some impact of a possible hit. His front and back claws gripped the stone ground to prevent him from sliding backwards. His tail was straight out for improved balance and his ears slapped tight against his skull. Eyes narrowed to protect them from possible snagging. His hind legs were right under his hips and he kept his rear muscles flexed, causing his hindquarters to ripple with muscle definition.,

His lips pulled back to show his jagged arsenal of sharp daggers. His muzzle crinkling and his chest rumbling out a nightmarish growl. The mass of fur in his back and neck rose making him look even bigger and his navy blue eyes locked onto Caesar. "make your move."

(ooc: how does four rounds sound? Ill take a while on afew posts because IM leaving until Sunday/Saturday night. But we can just pick up were we left of when i get back.)

Defenses: "Poseiden kept his head level with his spine, a slight downwards tilt to cover his throat. His shoulder blades rolled forward and slightly apart to absorb some impact of a possible hit. His front and back claws gripped the stone ground to prevent him from sliding backwards. His tail was straight out for improved balance and his ears slapped tight against his skull. Eyes narrowed to protect them from possible snagging. His hind legs were right under his hips and he kept his rear muscles flexed, causing his hindquarters to ripple with muscle definition. "

Attacks: none yet

Injuries: none yet

Four sounds cool :]

The masked heathen shivered with joy as he heard the first, scraping words of what was now his opponent. He had such an odd voice! He wondered what the inside of his throat looked like. But most gruesome plans were washed away with a gruff request. The sickly grin on the imp?s face was momentarily replaced with a pouting frown. ?Okaaayyy,? jarring, whining tones agreed reluctantly. There could still be lots of blood though!

The smile quickly flashed back to his narrow face though, twisting lips to bare teeth preparedly. Ears remained pinned against his head and pale eyes narrowed, his head lowered and his chin tucked protectively again his throat. Shoulders rolled forwards to scrunch the loose skin around his neck, and skinny limbs would be evenly spread and bent a tad to balance his body well. His hackles sprung up along his spine, a bristling mohawk. Claws gripped at the ground, and his tail swung out behind him in preparation to help steer his agile frame.

In an instant, he was off, his muscles brimming with fitful energy. His short frame hugged the earth as he shot straight forward. He remained low to the ground to better reach what he wanted and to try to keep more out of reach from attacking jaws as he skidded slower upon approach. Jaws were pulled wide apart, and he would try to feign a quick snap at the big man?s left forepaw before swinging his jaws to the left to try and actually slam his teeth around the delicate front right ankle joint of the other. Speed was Caesar?s forte, and so his battle maneuvers would be very well organized with said trait.

Caesar vs Poseiden for Practice
Move 1/4


Attacks: Feigning a bite at Poseiden?s left forepaw before trying to bite his front right ankle

Defenses: Ears tucked, eyes narrowed, chin tucked, head lowered, limbs evenly spread and bent for balance, tail out for balance, shoulders rolled forward to scrunch scruff, hackles raised, body close to ground for low center of gravity and keeping farther away from Po?s jaws

Injuries: N/A

Poseiden just could not get over how nuts this character looked. How chaotic he was. Maybe fighting him was a bad idea? Maybe he had catch his crazy? Was crazy even contagious? Poseiden shook these thoughts as the battle started. His head zoning in to concentrate on the task in front of him. His opponent was much smaller and all skin and bones. No fat to protect his ribs and shoulder blades from possible bites.,

He remained in the stance he had prepared before. His head sinking slightly lower to keep level with the other wolf's height. His tail raised about two inches as he awaited the attack. His front legs right under his shoulders and his hind legs under his hips, his head low to defend his chest, legs and belly. And his jaws open for possible countering.

He watched as the wolf strode near, noticing how he stayed low. He looked, as if he would target something low like his legs or chest. ,He contracted the muscles that held his chest low to make him arch it up high to make it difficult to reach. When he realized he was going after his left leg he turned his head to the side to attempt to drive his lower canines into his opponent's jaw by swinging his head to the right and jerking his left foot back. But his opponent surprised him by swinging his head closer to his jaws. His canines were now aimed at the other wolf's temples. If his teeth made purchase with the other wolf's face he'd slam his jaws down over his muzzle and shake harshly.,

He'd then jerk his head back up over the smaller wolf's head since his opponent was staying low and was literally right beneath him he had access to his back. He'd move his left leg forward for extra distance to reach He'd attempt to clamp his jaws over the area right behind his shoulder blades. The opposing wolf appeared to be emaciated to unhealthy extents. If he managed to land the attack to the back he'd begin charging forward trying to drag the wolf with him. He looked lightweight, but light weight meant fast too.

(ooc: didn't quite understand that last post but ill make do)
Round 2/4

Attacks: -counter attack by swinging his jaws the same direction Caesar was headed but higher, meaning to catch the top part of his temples with his lower canines.
- jerking his head up high, Steeping forward on the leg he drew back to dodge a fake hit to get extra distance past the other wolf's head and neck regions and snap his jaws down on the bony area behind the wolf's shoulder blades and run with him.

Defenses: -moving his left leg backwards
-keeping his hips and shoulders square with his feet,
- countering the attack to the right leg by swinging his jaws to the right.,
-keeping his chest arched up and out of reach.

Injuries: none yet




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As he slowed himself down and faked a lunge at the left forepaw, the opponent moved it away and shot his own jaws towards the right side of Caesar?s head. By then, the smaller wolf was already moving to the left to try and snap upon the right ankle though, and the foe?s fangs would simply clip the right side of his head along his temple. The small gashes relinquished a small amount of blood, and he let out a little titter of excitement. He would continue to try his attack of biting at the ankle before feeling enemy teeth pierce the flesh behind his shoulders. Moderate punctures were pressed into his flakey skin, and a slight grip was obtained.

In an instant before any dragging could happen, the little fiend retaliated. The moment he felt the teeth in his back, he lurched his body to the right, anticipating some tearing of his own flesh but prepared to endure. Still bent beneath the other brute with his head somewhat tipped down, he was attempting to shove his right shoulder into the upper part of the foe?s outstretched left leg. Simultaneously the imp lifted his own left paw slightly and attempted to slam it upon the right forepaw of the opponent, hoping to disrupt the balance in both front legs at once and foil whatever plans the big brute had. Caesar was not heavy enough to move a full body, but he could certainly move a few legs. Greedy jaws were left unused for but a second ? slavering and ever hungering for flesh. With less strategy and more bloodlust, open jaws would also twist and attempt to clamp upon the meaty upper right forearm of the opponent.

Ears remained twisted back and eyes narrowed, his hackles bristling. The beast?s legs stayed evenly spread and bent slightly for balance, with his tail held out behind him for further help with stabilizing. His head was slightly lowered and chin tucked against his throat, and his shoulders rolled forward to scrunch his scruff.
Caesar vs Poseiden for Practice
Move 2/4


Attacks: Still trying to bite Po?s right ankle, trying to free himself from Po?s grip/avoid being dragged by simultaneously thrusting his right shoulder at Po?s outstretched left leg and trying to stomp on Po?s right forepaw, trying to bite Po?s upper right forearm.

Defenses: Ears tucked, eyes narrowed, chin tucked, head lowered, limbs evenly spread and bent for balance, tail out for balance, shoulders rolled forward to scrunch scruff, hackles raised.

Injuries: Small cuts on right temple, moderate punctures behind shoulder blades

OOC: [ Fun syrinx is fun]



The demon rests in the distance, his gaze transpiring between the two clashing figures, it was not by hostility that they had met, but it was by anger that they were forged. Tongue slides across slavering fangs as the man rises from his perch. Jostling downward he comes towards them, lingering on the side, speculating. Nails tread the earth, tearing it, defiling it, and making sure that it is left shivering from his touch. Finally, he rests yet again, his mind analyzing every swift movement between the two.

a devilish smile curves its way over his jowls, forming a seemingly glasgow apparition and he is left in admiration. They would both be offered a home in Glaciem, and yet he would claim at least one, giving them a firm chance for denial. He didn't deal well with being told no, and he would make no exception for the miniscule vagabonds, the playthings, the peasants, before him. Like a mantra his voice rises, amusement playing over every key, "Fight! Fight! Make him drop dead!"
"Speech!".

Poseiden gave an irritated growl. Little butt-munch was trying to move his legs. He jerked his jaws down, keeping a hold on the other wolf's scruff. The muscles in his neck working to keep his head down and away from his foot. He then though. 'if this guy wants me to move my feet, so be it!' Poseiden gave a sarcastic smirk and realized, the other wolf was right beneath him, and in an awkward position. With one paw on top of his and the other shoulder trying to reach across to his other and his head going after an ankle, his back was exposed and a small opponent would most likely not be able to hold up ?140 pounds of raw muscle.

Poseiden retracted both his feet off the ground, his leg taking a small nick off Caesar's teeth as they went up. his head twisting to the side so that he could lay down on him sideways. He had the wolf on the back of the neck so far back that unless he moved he'd lie down on his head/face, pinning it to the ground and forcing his mouth shut. However he wasn't stupid enough to try to lay down on his opponent with his chest floor and underbelly. No way! His shoulder moved forward to press into the wolf beneath him's chest.
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?? ? ? ? ?He turned his body sideways to lay down, so if he did manage to twist his head around in his firm grip and snag a piece of flesh, it'd be something less vital and more bone like the rib or shoulder-blade. Since the other wolf's head was already tilted down it'd be difficult for him to twist it around to attack upwards anyways.

If poseiden managed to bring the other wolf either half-way or completely down to the ground he'd release the other wolf's scruff and thrash violently at his back, sides and behind the ribs, holding his head down with his side and tearing as much flesh as he could in as little time as he could.

If the other wolf managed to get out of the way in time, he'd keep his hold on the other wolf's scruff and pull backwards. The only way out from beneath poseiden was backwards and that presented him with a oppurtunity to get low and pull down, shredding as much of the loose skin as he could and causing severe abrasions.

Poseiden knew small fighters were speed fighters. So if he kept the opponent at close range, he'd have the upper hand. He had his opponent out sized and he knew it.
Round 3/4
Attack: - either laying down on his opponent head to hold down the head and attacking violently to the back, ribs and belly. Or pulling back, getting low and attempting to shred the back of the other wolf's neck.

Defenses: shoving his shoulder as he laid to detour the other wolf's snapping jaws.
- laying with his side and not his stomach/chest.
keeping his hold on the other wolf's neck rather than just pulling back immediately.
trying to lay on the other wolf's head to hold his mouth shut.
Injuries: small gash midway down his forearm.


Edited to ad round number!)
(sorry that took so long! Ive been gone!)