We were kind've heroes, wicked little machines.
09-22-2016, 01:15 PM
Vadim could barely contain himself, hopping his weight back and forth as if he was weaving through an obstacle course... but he was just excitedly jumping in front of his brother as they prepared for battle. He finally took a more serious demeanor about it all as Ramsay got into place, setting up his defenses like Avalon had just demonstrated. Limbs strategically placed to square his balance, toes stretching apart while his talons dug into the earth to anchor him in place. His tail reluctantly found it's way between his legs, barely having enough control to keep it from waving behind him wildly with excitement. He'd been watching his paws to make sure he was doing it all correctly, though now he looked to his brother and narrowed his gaze. He was giving him a mischievously playful, toothy grin that spoke volumes for the heart that wildly beat within the confines of it's cage, rattling at the bars as it eagerly wanted for things to start. He was patient for now, however, lowering his ears as he made sure Ramsay had all his defenses up and ready as well. His eyes flashed momentarily over to the darker, round bellied woman that sat herself next to them. A spectator? The tip of his tail wiggled, threatening to let go of it's defensive position between his legs, but he contained himself and issued a yip in Ramsay's direction, "Come on, let's get this started!" Vadim vs. Ramsay || Fight Training || 1/3 |
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