Prussian Blue

*Ásvor* · 12-27-2017, 07:13 AM

Ásvor was unskilled in real fighting and she hoped to find an opponent who was untrained as she was. She was grateful to see that this male seemed unscarred at first glance, his pelt unmarred, as far as she could tell. This heightened her confidence a bit - she’d have little chance succeeding in a spar against a skilled warrior, she wasn’t so foolish to imagine she would, so she was grateful she wouldn’t have to run from this opportunity.

Her gaze followed his movements carefully, watching as he paused a wolf’s length from her and begin to bristle defensively and prepare to fight before he even spoke. Ásvor followed in suit, partially mirroring him though also acting on instinct - she knew the neck was the easiest and most deadly target in any fight, so she lowered her head and let the scruff of her neck bunch around her throat. Likewise she would center her weight to all four paws, limbs bending slightly at the joint and claws distending to grip the soil for traction.

Her nose wrinkled, eyes narrowing to protect them from any sudden attacks or flying debrid -- but a small smile tugged at her lips, that oddly distance expression of hers that seemed all too common lately. She noted his voice was strange, tinged with an accent she’d never heard before. ”I am curious indeed,” Ásvor answered easily. ”And I’ll be happy to sate your curiosity... so long as you sate mine, big guy.” She raised an eyebrow as she regarded him, watching as his smile grew to something far more sinister, and her own expression would darker, lips peeling back to reveal stained incisors as a low growl rumbled in her throat as adrenaline begin to course through her veins.

For a moment she wasn’t sure whether he would strike first or if he was preparing to let her initiate - but after a split second of waiting, he seemed to be out of patience as he lunged forward. Her eyes were trained on him, and as soon as she saw a ripple of movement beneath his coat she tensed, tail lashing out behind her to further aid in balance. He was a big wolf, easily stronger than her and she knew his strength alone could easily outmatch hers. Letting him simply barrel into her, she knew, would be a quick end to the fight - instead of trying to hold her ground and endure the pain, instead she moved and aimed to duck even lower as he charged forward. Realistically she knew she wasn’t so small that she could climb beneath him, but she hoped at least that his shoulder wouldn’t slam into the base of her skull straight-on.

Instead, she felt the firm blow of his body against the back of her neck as she aimed to duck her head down toward his chest, a snarl billowing from her throat. She knew this position left the back of her neck more vulnerable, but at least it gave her a chance to keep fighting. With that, Asvor attempted to tilt her head to the left, nearly parallel with the earth as her jaws unhinged and she aimed to dig her teeth into the upper right forelimb of Dominicus in a fierce bite, putting all her weight into the attack, hoping it would give her a bit of wiggle room as he tried to release her grasp.

Asvor vs. Dominicus for Spar
Round 1 of 3

Height: 32”
Build: Medium

Note: Sin agreed to be flexible on the time for this first reply for me, so she gets the same courtesy if needed <3

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