Load 'em up and let's go riding through the badlands
05-28-2018, 10:20 PM
The words that graced his ears had him turning briefly to meet his friend's eyes with a searching look. Wait, really? He'd known she was going to take leadership quite soon, but he didn't know it was official now. How time flies, when he met her she hadn't been allowed to leave the pack lands, and now here she was the alpha of the pack. Now that was quite the shift. "Thank you, kind leader, I'll do my best to be deserving of your good will," he chuckled.
She confirmed that she was also not looking for anything violent or maimy, which he was pleased to hear. Much as high stakes fights got your blood pumping, he didn't really feel like adding new scars to his hide with each fight. Better to keep it light and simply use the opportunity to learn, that was the whole idea of this spar thing.
The woman would seek to circle around him, and Amos allowed it to a certain degree. His head turned with her, and his body shifted so she could not get behind him if that's what she was looking to do. He set his defenses, legs spreading equidistant ears folding back, lips peeling into a snarl, knees bending slightly while his toes splayed and nails bit into the dirt beneath him for traction. Head and tail even with spine, chin tucked, hackles raised, eyes narrowed to protect them, shoulders rolled forward to push his scruff over his vitals. All were quickly done as soon as she moved, instinctively putting each defense in place to minimize potential damage to himself as was intelligent even in a friendly spar.
When the woman leapt sideways towards him, he braced himself and checked that his weight was evenly spread over his limbs, and seeing the path of her parted jaws he shifted his weight to his other three limbs before lifting his right hind leg and seeking to aim a kick forward at the woman's right cheek with the intention of leaving mild bruising in that spot as a jarring first lesson that he would not be so easy to knock over. He had plenty of experience with having his balance compromised in previous fights.
As the limb returned to earth he'd seek to get the real fight rolling by parting his own jaws, twisting his head to his right and aiming a bite at the back of the woman's right hind leg just above the hock where the tendons ran up through the back of her thigh. Upper jaw sought the side of the limb closer to her left leg while lower jaws hoped for purchase on the outer side of the limb. His goal was moderate lacerations rather than lasting damage like it might have been in a real fight. What might it be like to actually seek to maim? He could hardly imagine, and part of him almost dared to be naive enough to hope he never would have to against another wolf.
At the same time as his jaws went in for a bite, his balance redistributed again to his grounded limbs while his front right leg would lift from the ground, seeking to throw the point of his shoulder into he point of her right hip for some mutually painful bone to bone bruising. The paw would snap downward, seeking to land not on ground but on the woman's right hind paw with the intent of adding more light bruising to her list of injuries to think about.
Amos vs. Dea for Spar
Round 1/3
Height: 36 inches
Build: heavy
She confirmed that she was also not looking for anything violent or maimy, which he was pleased to hear. Much as high stakes fights got your blood pumping, he didn't really feel like adding new scars to his hide with each fight. Better to keep it light and simply use the opportunity to learn, that was the whole idea of this spar thing.
The woman would seek to circle around him, and Amos allowed it to a certain degree. His head turned with her, and his body shifted so she could not get behind him if that's what she was looking to do. He set his defenses, legs spreading equidistant ears folding back, lips peeling into a snarl, knees bending slightly while his toes splayed and nails bit into the dirt beneath him for traction. Head and tail even with spine, chin tucked, hackles raised, eyes narrowed to protect them, shoulders rolled forward to push his scruff over his vitals. All were quickly done as soon as she moved, instinctively putting each defense in place to minimize potential damage to himself as was intelligent even in a friendly spar.
When the woman leapt sideways towards him, he braced himself and checked that his weight was evenly spread over his limbs, and seeing the path of her parted jaws he shifted his weight to his other three limbs before lifting his right hind leg and seeking to aim a kick forward at the woman's right cheek with the intention of leaving mild bruising in that spot as a jarring first lesson that he would not be so easy to knock over. He had plenty of experience with having his balance compromised in previous fights.
As the limb returned to earth he'd seek to get the real fight rolling by parting his own jaws, twisting his head to his right and aiming a bite at the back of the woman's right hind leg just above the hock where the tendons ran up through the back of her thigh. Upper jaw sought the side of the limb closer to her left leg while lower jaws hoped for purchase on the outer side of the limb. His goal was moderate lacerations rather than lasting damage like it might have been in a real fight. What might it be like to actually seek to maim? He could hardly imagine, and part of him almost dared to be naive enough to hope he never would have to against another wolf.
At the same time as his jaws went in for a bite, his balance redistributed again to his grounded limbs while his front right leg would lift from the ground, seeking to throw the point of his shoulder into he point of her right hip for some mutually painful bone to bone bruising. The paw would snap downward, seeking to land not on ground but on the woman's right hind paw with the intent of adding more light bruising to her list of injuries to think about.
Amos vs. Dea for Spar
Round 1/3
Height: 36 inches
Build: heavy
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