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Bulls In The Bronx [Raid]



Regulus

Somnium
Ascended

age
12 Years
gender
Male
gems
159
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
410
07-30-2017, 01:50 AM
Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

No sooner had his opponent dropped into the bow than Regulus was adjusting for it. As his jaws snapped shut and his front legs came down from his rearing, failed attempt at a hug, he gathered his weight into his haunches and launched himself forward to his right in a swift bound, seeking to surge past Dragon's left hip in the movement, his hind feet jerking up toward his belly in a quick, defensive jerk. Dragon’s jaws, thus, snapped on air, much as Regulus’ own jaws a few seconds previously, though the smaller male’s claws grazed briefly against Regulus’ inner toes of the left hind paw as it passed, leaving faint, mild scratches.

Regulus sought to twist his body sharply in his bound, arching his front end to his own right, his hind end swinging to his left, wishing to come down to earth in a rough 90-degree angle with Dragon’s hind end with his head and shoulders level with Dragon’s rear, right side of his neck to Dragon’s tail, his own tail flicking level once again with his spine as a balancing rudder as his head ducked sharply to his own right, jaws slashing open in a savage bite for Dragon’s left hind leg, seeking to slash the Achilles tendon with his upper canines and render that leg useless for bearing weight upon.

His weight had fallen into a semi balanced stance upon touching the ground again, and he shifted his weight swiftly to the rest of his limbs as he sought to snap his right fore-paw up and slam it down again with force, aiming to shatter or fracture the toes of Dragon’s right hind paw. Simultaneously, he threw his weight forward, head still lowered, and sought to throw that weight into a heavy, battering ram head butt with the top of his cranium, wishing to impact the inner thigh of Dragon’s left hind leg, with the wish to stagger the male, or bowl him over fully, and at the very least moderately to severely bruise the muscle with the impact, even if he might come away with a sore head.

He savagely thrust his right shoulder forward in the next moment of breath, seeking to drive the hard, bony point of his right shoulder into the back of Dragon’s right hind leg at the point of mid-hip, aiming for moderate to severe bruising, and an added hope for knocking the younger wolf onto his side in the heather.

His left fore-paw snapped up, hind legs shifting to absorb the weight, as he sought to hook the claws and pads of his left front paw over the hock of Dragon’s left hind leg, just at the point where tendon met joint and bone, wishing to jerk it toward himself in an effort to twist it in an uncomfortable wrenching motion in the thigh’s socket, and to trip up the earthen fellow and further obstruct Dragon’s balance, with the added intent of raking mild scratches over the skin.

His eyes were narrowed, ears laid back, though listening for the cat. He thought he’d spotted the jaguar as he’d leapt a moment ago, and he had little doubt it would join in, soon. His chin tucking to guard his throat, he spread his hind toes to gain traction, claws extending to aid in the effort. His hackles remained lifted in a fluffy ridge down his spine as he ensured his shoulders were rolled forward enough to guard the base of his neck, scruff rolled to develop a layer of protection over his vertebrae. His elbows and hocks bent to afford swifter, looser movement, and his face wrinkled in a silent grimace, jaws slightly parted.

He was calm, conserving his energy as best as he could, knowing he’d need it if he continued on from this battle as the victor. In between attention to his opponent and the cat, glances and checks of attention were thrown toward the growing melee of wolves, noting who seemed to be holding well and who might need help, and who all were possible candidates for a next fight. He knew Justice was tangling with a female from Talis. He had heard the furious howl as he'd surged forward, but that would be dealt with later.

Fight Stats

Regulus Adravendi and Justice Ancoravs Dragon and Fern for Maim (Slashed Achilles Tendon)
Round 2 of 2


Height: 42"

Build: Heavy

Extra Notes: Good fight, and Good luck. (PS, I was so tempted to call Dragon's rear a 'bo-hunkus'. If you've ever read/listened to the Hank the Cowdog series by John R. Erikson, you'll get it xD)


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