ardent

You Wear A Crown But You're No King



Sin

Somnium

age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
18
size
Large
build
Emaciated
posts
371
player
Dragon Mod
09-13-2015, 10:59 PM (This post was last modified: 09-14-2015, 10:35 AM by Sin.)
Sin Hellstrom

After his howling summons, the crowd would start to trickle in. It would be a small crowd, oddly enough the majority would be Imperium, my they were nosy weren't they? The first voice to catch his attention would be the male he'd given a tour to in the North. Sin turned to his direction, a grin on his face as his chest rumbled with amusement. "Aye, it's around that time. I'm sure you won't be disappointed by the display." Not long after, a scent unfamiliar to him crossed his nose, and the heathen would find the source. Aahh, well wasn't this interesting. Judging by the scent of him, and the way he appeared...on edge, this must be a relative. Though Bass didn't say anything to him, Sin couldn't help uttering a smart remark towards the pacing Alpha. "Your worry gives off the impression that you're afraid. Are you afraid they will stay hidden like the cowards they already are? Or are you afraid that I'll break this family apart?"  Amber gaze locked on Bass for no more then a moment, laughter emanating from his cords as he enjoyed seeing the disturbance in his eyes.

This is the way things were supposed to be. The lands hadn't been shaken up in some time, and this was finally going to be an opportunity not put to waste. All the packs were living fat and happy, content within their walls without a worry or a care in the world. Whereas Sin liked to see chaos and turmoil, if only there were more challenges like this...more wars to spill blood upon the lands, or even better, then perhaps the world wouldn't be so...boring. It would seem then that a very familiar face would show, the woman seeming to throw her weight around wherever she went. Well, wasn't she the cocky bitch? Figuratively speaking, she was a woman and she always seemed to act like she was above everyone, but perhaps that was one reason he got along with her in some way. "Oooh, come now Cascade." A mock grin lifted his lips, shoulders shrugging as he gave a look that said 'you're one to talk.' "You can't really be a hypocrite about this, can you? I may have my quarrel with Sonticus but what was your reason for picking on them, hm?" He winked playfully at her then, "I guess we're bullies in our own right. Besides, the lands aren't meant for the weak. And this pack just happened to draw the short straw out of all the other choices there were. But if you're really curious, I do have my plans about Sonticus...but first, I must attain a pack to set that particular plan in motion" Literally. He had thought for days, and ultimately Threar had been the pick of the litter. A couple more from Imperium would arrive, but Sin would pay them no mind...especially when the young one fired off questions like an assault rifle, well wasn't he the lively one?

Time started to tick on, the blood stained beast staring out towards the East as the murmurs dulled down to an echo around him. Were any of the Eastern pack going to show? Or were they just that cowardly? Surely at least a member would come to inform him of some sort of disdain or surprise that their home was being challenged...or perhaps, they had simply melted into the backdrop of the earth never to be heard from again? Who knew. He was growing bored of waiting, and if he had to wait any longer then he would probably have marched into their lands and taken it then and there, but he chose to play fair right now. The early morning sun would rise higher, the mist dissipating around the field as the dew would evaporate off the miniscule plants and sprouts around them. His tail would flick with impatience, and as the minutes ticked by longer, he was about to assume that neither alpha would show...

But low and behold, one of them would show their face. The alphess of Threar  had arrived. But what was this? She was alone? None of her pack had come with her for support? What a shame...for his whole family save for the youngest babes had come to back him up, but her? She was alone it seemed. As she drew closer, he would lift himself into a dominant stance. Tail lifting over his back as his head drew tall. A half grin as she stopped not far from him. "Are you sure you wish to do this?" A stupid question, if he hadn't wanted to try he wouldn't be here now would he? A light laugh would fall from stained lips, scarred visage staring her dead in the eye. "What do you think princess? I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure." His previous thoughts would strike, if she won...he would respect her for standing up for her pack like any leader should, however, if she lost...her pack would belong to him, and he might respect her all the same if she showed the strength that she wanted to keep her home. "It's about time you showed up, I was beginning to think the pack a bunch of cowards..after all, no one showed up to support you save for that pacing bundle of nerves over there, it seems." His muzzle cast briefly indicating towards Bass, but it was time to get the show on the road.

***Fight posts starts here***

Instinctively, his defenses would set in place. Legs would be spread equidistant apart as his joints bent to lower his center of gravity. Ears plastered to his skull as his head lowered to align with his spine, chin tucked. Likewise, his tail would flag out to align as well, hackles rising as they bristled along his spine. His toes spread, claws digging into the dirt for traction. Shoulders rolled forward to protect the sides of his jugular while his head pulled back slightly to roll the fat and fur of his scruff. Lastly, amber eyes narrowed as his maw pulled up to bare deadly fangs and wrinkling his scarred visage, brows furrowing to protect his face.

He no longer wanted to waste any time, he'd been waiting long enough for this moment...and longer yet for her arrival. With a loud snarl, face contorting further, he would kick off. As he attempted to close the distance between them, he would at first head straight at her as if he were going for a head on attack, however, the last second he veered to his left by two small sidesteps. His right shoulder would thrust forward, the man bracing for potential impact as he sought to slam his right shoulder into the right portion of Novella's upper chest. If he succeeded, he hoped that he could cause mass bruising and maybe even make her stagger. For every fumble and mistake his opponent made could potentially bring him to victory. Simultaneously, his head tilted to his left as his jaws swung right, gaping and frothing as he sought to place a bite upon the right side of the Queen's face. His aim was to have his upper canines grip her brow, and bottom canines sought to place their grip mark just below her jawline where it hinged. He sought to control her head, though anything could happen...should he fail, then he hoped that at least his jaws would "slip" and his teeth would thoroughly scar her pretty face.

As he endeavored for this, his right paw would rise; weight distributing evenly across his three grounded legs. He sought to slam his right forepaw upon Novella's right forepaw with as much force as he could muster. His aim was to potentially break her toes, if not fracture and severely bruise them. Today was a day of judgement, win or lose, he would strive to fight with all the will of whatever gods lingered in the skies, his adrenaline pumping and goading him on. He cared not for those watching at this moment, but he would give them a good show to start with. He only hoped that his adversary would fight with the same drive that he had, especially if she wanted to keep her home.




Sin VS Novella for Threar
Round: 1/?



Out Of Character Notes:Round count edit overseen by Evelyn.