What my father told me
Vereux couldn't help but to let his one eye go a bit wide, he knew Art barely. When he was a pup with the litter Roman had. Since the boy had stuck Armada at the end of his name it had confirmed it being so. His sister and Roman had been close, so it was simply from that. Who knew he would have found family here in Imperium. “Vereux Armada, your uncle.” he grinned a little bit. He was slightly happier, but that was because of his comfortably around family. Vereux started and set his defenses.
His ears pinned to the back of his head, lips pulled back to show off his canines. As his eyes narrowed, his only open eye locked onto his opponent. Centering himself for better sight. His knee's bent slightly and his hackles raised. Rolling his shoulders inward, he scrunched up his scruff, spreading his toes into the terrain. His tail leveled with his spine and his abdomen muscles tightened. Vereux would kick off moving a step to his left in an attempt to close the gap quickly, so that his right eye would still be able to pick up movement. Jutting out his right shoulder he aimed to hit Artrei's own right where it connected with his neck. Vereux opened his jaws tilting them to the left as his upper jaw aimed for the portion of Artrei's shoulder just beyond the blade, his bottom one aiming for the blade for some sort of discomfort on the skin. His tail kept level with his spine as he did so. Trying to lean his weight into the other male.
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