carve your name [challenge]
01-28-2016, 06:38 PM
He'd leave Luck in the grass and only moments after his call ruby eyes would find their way to Basil's form. All he'd receive was a slow nod, but it was enough to have the silent support. Absinthe would do the same, however she looked a bit more confused than his russet friend. A few other spectators appeared, one sounding more jovial about the events that would unfold. He'd quirk a dark brow towards the unknown group as he was reprimanded? He'd try not to focus too closely on those whose faces he did not know, but one younger wolf would make that impossible. He didn't really remember many of Amalia's family outside those that lived in Fiori, so he wouldn't recognize the loner. As the green she wolf came to back up his words Bacchus would find an amused grin playing on his features. Heartily, he'd start to laugh. "Hahahaha! Because it's my home" By that time Amalia appeared, he could barely hear her, but the emotions on her features were plain to see. There was no pride in her gaze. "Don't you want me back, Mother?" Svetlana, Epiphron, and Arivae would appear toting similar looks of confusion, anger... He'd feel his hackles raise, not that he expected them to support his coup but fear. It both excited and horrified him to know he'd caused such a cacophony of emotion. He'd catch sight of Vitus, the scarlet woman he'd met recently found her way to Absinthe's side. Storing the reunion in the back of his mind for later he'd see the strangers appear frequently, somber looks on most of their faces. Then came Athena. At first all he saw in her was the same emotion that lingered in Ama's gaze, but as she came to sit by her wife there was something else. Was it pride? His eyes would trail to his other litter mate, Tiburtius as he sat beside the dark woman. He'd feel his lips curl up again as he wondered what his brother must be thinking now. Lilliana's appearance was also interesting, and he watched as she sat with the onlookers. Of course his gaze would not be allowed to linger on her for long, the guest of honor would make his way through the crowd. Bacchus held no ill will towards his uncle, he wished one thing, the right to rule their family as King. "A lot's changed, Leo." He'd rumble as he watched Leo fall into his battle stance. The first attack was offered to him, and just as naturally Bacchus would fall into his defenses. His ears falling to his skull as he narrowed his gaze, tucked his chin, and rolled his shoulders forward scrunching the skin to protect his neck. Hackles would raise all along his back as he aligned his spine with his head and out stretched tail. He'd bend his knees and distribute his weight evenly between his paws as he spread his toes and dug into the rock with his nails. He had to keep from snarling as the fog of battle settled over him. Coiling his haunches Bacchus would seek to leap off his rock directly towards his russet and white opponent. He'd redistribute his weight evenly as he hit the ground and with the added momentum of the leap he'd aim to slam his broad chest into Leo's neck. He'd seek out the base where neck meets chest, wanting to hit his windpipe and inhibit breathing. With the hit he'd seek to wrap his front legs around his opponent's neck, shifting his weight back onto his rear legs. He'd want his paws to land on Leo's back both paws on either side of the spine directly above the shoulders. Bacchus wanted to gain control of his uncle's movements. At the same time his jaws would open wide as he aimed to bite down on his uncle's white face. His top jaw wanted to close over Leo's right eye, hopefully taking out his vision as he bit down. The lower jaw sought purchase underneath Leo's right jaw, hopefully his teeth would catch beneath the ledge near the back of the jaw and would severely inhibit Leo's biting ability. round 1/3 .ooc. 3 rounds was good for you yeah? Sorry, I should have asked! |
