Clint Eastwood
05-10-2018, 05:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-10-2018, 05:59 PM by Ashiel.)
ooc: Fen if you like I'm good with extending the default time to a week.
Edit approved by Tea to remove ooc note from a different thread (way to copy those tables Luns) and add in a different one.
Ashiel had spent much of his time in the Wraith's Woods, scouting it out and making plans for expansion. After his travel he'd been resting near the canyon's southern border when a stranger's howl rang out. His ears flicked in irritation as he got to his paws, wondering what it could be this time. Part of him hoped it would actually be a mortal worth their salt for once. No greasy belly-crawlers with high ambitions and no smart asses who couldn't handle the respect required to function in the ranks of the Abraxas. Griff soared along next to him as he moved to answer the call but as he did it became more and more apparent that whoever was calling was trespassing. This was a challenge. Whoever summoned him might have well been challenging for his entire pack in his eyes. This breach of respect would not be tolerated and he approached ready for blood. His defenses began to fall into place. His skull and tail shifted to align wtih his spine as his hackles stood on end. His weight shifted evenly across his limbs as his toes splayed, claws digging into the earth. His ears pinned tightly to his head and as he breached the canyon on the strangers right side and turned to face her. He had only a moment to notice his mother leap from her hiding place.
Ashiel didn't bother to ponder it. This was his pack and he was not going to sit idly by while some goat with a head full of earth worms disrespected the Abraxas with her breach into their territory. His shoulders rolled forward as his limbs bent to both lower his center of gravity and to enable him to spring forward. Like his mother he exploded with power, muscles rippling as he attempted to close the distance between himself and Bathsheba. He attempted to approach her perpendicular to her right side, seeking to align his chest with her right hip. He hoped this positioning would keep Seth out of the way and also keep him from accidentally colliding with his mother.
Ashiel's chin would tuck, his shoulders rolling forward as his neck twisted slightly to his left, his head diving down with his jaws wide as he attempted to bite the base of Bathsheba's tail where it attached to her hindquarters. He sought for his upper fangs to land on the left side of her tail with his lower fangs on the right side of her tail. His goal was to snap his jaws together in a crushing grip with enough force to crush the vertebrae and shred the flesh and muscles. He would keep some part of this fool as a trophy, and a tail was as good as anything.
As he attacked with his jaws he would attempt to raise his right foreleg and throw it over Bathsheba's back, just in front of her hips. Simultaneously he'd attempt to crash the lower part of his chest into the top of her right hip seeking to bruise her. The goal of using both his arm and his chest was to crash his weight into her and limit her movement.
Despite himself he was finding the whole thing quite thrilling. It had been awhile since he and Pyralis had been able to spend some mother and son bonding time.
Ashiel and Pyralis vs Bathsheba for Maim (severing of tail)
Rd. 1 of ?
Height: 42"
Weight: Heavy
Edit approved by Tea to remove ooc note from a different thread (way to copy those tables Luns) and add in a different one.
Watch Me Take That Flicker To Flame
Ashiel had spent much of his time in the Wraith's Woods, scouting it out and making plans for expansion. After his travel he'd been resting near the canyon's southern border when a stranger's howl rang out. His ears flicked in irritation as he got to his paws, wondering what it could be this time. Part of him hoped it would actually be a mortal worth their salt for once. No greasy belly-crawlers with high ambitions and no smart asses who couldn't handle the respect required to function in the ranks of the Abraxas. Griff soared along next to him as he moved to answer the call but as he did it became more and more apparent that whoever was calling was trespassing. This was a challenge. Whoever summoned him might have well been challenging for his entire pack in his eyes. This breach of respect would not be tolerated and he approached ready for blood. His defenses began to fall into place. His skull and tail shifted to align wtih his spine as his hackles stood on end. His weight shifted evenly across his limbs as his toes splayed, claws digging into the earth. His ears pinned tightly to his head and as he breached the canyon on the strangers right side and turned to face her. He had only a moment to notice his mother leap from her hiding place.
Ashiel didn't bother to ponder it. This was his pack and he was not going to sit idly by while some goat with a head full of earth worms disrespected the Abraxas with her breach into their territory. His shoulders rolled forward as his limbs bent to both lower his center of gravity and to enable him to spring forward. Like his mother he exploded with power, muscles rippling as he attempted to close the distance between himself and Bathsheba. He attempted to approach her perpendicular to her right side, seeking to align his chest with her right hip. He hoped this positioning would keep Seth out of the way and also keep him from accidentally colliding with his mother.
Ashiel's chin would tuck, his shoulders rolling forward as his neck twisted slightly to his left, his head diving down with his jaws wide as he attempted to bite the base of Bathsheba's tail where it attached to her hindquarters. He sought for his upper fangs to land on the left side of her tail with his lower fangs on the right side of her tail. His goal was to snap his jaws together in a crushing grip with enough force to crush the vertebrae and shred the flesh and muscles. He would keep some part of this fool as a trophy, and a tail was as good as anything.
As he attacked with his jaws he would attempt to raise his right foreleg and throw it over Bathsheba's back, just in front of her hips. Simultaneously he'd attempt to crash the lower part of his chest into the top of her right hip seeking to bruise her. The goal of using both his arm and his chest was to crash his weight into her and limit her movement.
Despite himself he was finding the whole thing quite thrilling. It had been awhile since he and Pyralis had been able to spend some mother and son bonding time.
Ashiel and Pyralis vs Bathsheba for Maim (severing of tail)
Rd. 1 of ?
Height: 42"
Weight: Heavy
-- PLEASE NOTE: Ashiel is an EVIL character and can be prone to acts of swearing, maiming and other violence. -- Consider this your warning.