become as gods
ft open beginner spar
he was tired of feeling utterly useless.
long legs walked around the place where he knew people threw down for no reason but to prove themselves. he couldn't howl - he had tried a few times in private - so he just waited to lock eyes with another. so far nobody else was around and Thad felt his angry impatience bubbling to the surface. he'd kick out at a few bones littering the grounds but that accomplished nothing. he was healed now, free to leave Olympia as he pleased but he still felt a dark uncertainity. hanging around his head, entering his thoughts. making him doubt his capabilities.
so he thought, why the fuck not? he'd get stronger. he'd prove himself to everyone. he wasn't just some random mutt the pure-bloods looked down on. he'd face them when he was capable. he'd wipe that stupid look off of their faces. Thad marched around, wearing a line in the dirt ground as he paced back and forth. he didn't care how long he'd have to wait. he'd, uh, find someone. maybe not here, maybe on the road. maybe he'd challenge them to a fight. maybe he'd win. probably... he'd lose. but that was all part of the experience or some shit like that.
(ooc: beginner spar only, no maims please ;D)
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Sten entered the battle field with his usual air of dread and foreboding, his large paws leaving deep imprints on the dust as he approached the would-be challenger. “A fight is it? Then a fight you shall have.” He dropped low and circled the mongrel his tail raised like a war banner, his lips lifted to show gums and fangs, his ears pinned, eyes narrowed, as he turned broadside. He would let the challenger strike the first blow his focus mainly on defenses as he braced for the first onslaught of attacks, this was a simple spar but it was hard not to let the full weight of battle hit him all at once. Sten Isneven vs Thaddeusfor Spar Round 1|? Age: Over one year Size: Dire wolf Build: Heavy Offensive Accessory: N/A Defensive Accessory: N/A Companion 1: N/A Companion 2: N/A Mutation: N/A Disability: N/A Fight Skill Level: Beginner Specialty: N/A
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"fuck..."
Thaddeus swore a lot but this time he meant it. staring as the very large adult wolf approached him, his eyes were wide and an uneasy laugh escaped his slender jaws. at least his big mouth hadn't cashed any cheques he wasn't willing to work for. good thing he couldn't howl out a challenge. this place, Boreas, made big ass wolves. he watched as the man accepted his challenge, dropping into a defensive crouch and circling him. he stood there like an idiot for a bit before twisting his body away to face the guy.
a plethora of swear words entered his mind as he forced his paws to work. maybe he should run. maybe he wasn't ready for this. shit, he wasn't sure all of a sudden. like an idiot further, Thaddeus snarled and jumped at random. he aimed to grasp the side of the man's shoulder with his teeth, trying to get a hold on something - anything - but felt that it was a losing battle already. he prepared for a mouth of shaggy fur that looked suspiciously unwashed and he tried not to gag.
Sten Isneven vs Thaddeus for Spar
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He rose onto his hind legs as the challenger bit into his shoulder, attempting to dislodge him and bump their chests together to knock him onto his back, he was slow moving with his great size although his opponent didn’t seem eager to attack, in fact it seemed he was hesitant to touch him at all. Sten wondered when he had last washed and considered it shameful that he could go so long without proper grooming. He made a note to find a hot spring to clean himself in after the fight but for now focused on his opponent. He attempted to bring one large paw down on the male’s in the hopes of spraining one of his toes and once again found himself holding back; as much as he would have liked to draw blood this was a simple spar. Sten Isneven vs Thaddeus for Spar
Round 1|2 Size: Dire wolf Build: Heavy Offensive Accessory: N/A Defensive Accessory: N/A Companion 1: N/A Companion 2: N/A Mutation: N/A Disability: N/A Fight Skill Level: Beginner Specialty: N/A
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he had every intention of finding a smaller, weaker opponent and jabbing at them relentlessly. it seemed like the tables had turned now. as hope flared in his chest when he made contact with the larger wolf, the beast rose and shoved him aside like a toy. Thaddeus flew backward, his lighter size more or less being pushed around at this point. but that didn't stop the guy from trying to maul him. he gasped, zipping backward as the man brought his paw down moments where he had been. that could have been a shit situation.
blood and fur were on his lips, and he didn't even have time to spit it out. he lunged again at the beast, this time going for one of his shaggy ears. a more skilled fighter would use his speed against the other one, but Thad was inexperienced and used to wild tussles. he tried to bite down on the soft part of the guy's ear, shaking it viciously if contact was made. he had no plan and it showed. he just wanted to vent frustration and pick at someone. but this guy was much larger than a good target. he fully expected to lose. he had to reach up on his back legs to get up there, giving the man plenty of time to topple him.
Sten Isneven vs Thaddeus for Spar
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