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Feline Monarch

Sirius



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
07-15-2019, 04:13 PM


He was heavier then the cat, but the way it had managed to twist on top of him as they fell, had given it an advantage. If he had managed to hold it under him as he pounced, this fight might already have been over. He underestimated the desperation of a mother cat, defending its young. Now that it was upon him, despite his greater size, It still weighed enough that getting it off him was going to be tough, and its sharp claws dug into his coat in multiple places. He could feel small cuts that bleed lightly into his coat, before the cat whirled, and was off him.

With a grunt that man threw himself to his feet as fast as he was able, and looked to the fight. The man he had ‘saved’ had intervened, and drawn the cat off him. He was almost thankful, if all his emotional investment hadn’t been in Zee. with blood running through his coat, and a wildness in his eyes that came from more then just this battle, he would look for an opening.

As the cat launched an attack and tried to retreat, the chocolatey male grabbed for its forepaw. Seeing his chance, the titan threw himself into the frey again, aiming first with his fangs, which where his greatest tool of combat. He latched onto its back, trapping it between him and Tsarvix with its paw in the grasp of one, and its rump under the fangs of Sirius. His two front paws lay upon its back to balance himself and hold it down. He tasted blood as his long saberteeth tore flesh, and the creature bucked wildly and in fear. It managed to smack him under the chin and he lost his grip in its coat, and is his teeth came free its second buck threw him, smacking his chin hard and clamping his muzzle shut with the impact, and he tasted blood as he bit his tongue. This was suppose to be an easy battle, and he let loose a blood curling snarl as his anger rose to its boiling point.


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