We'll fight until you forget who you belong to
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04-08-2020, 10:02 PM
D O V E W H I T E
Sirius came before he'd even finished speaking.
He was barreling at Dove with speed unexpected, and Dove took the hit, giving no resistance even though it knocked the very wind from his sails. Anticipating how Sirius would move was not an option, and even if he could have, Dove's reaction would have been too late anyway. There still was rage, though, eating, consuming, his mind even as the fear in the air thickened, and Dove gasped to catch his breath. He was tail-over-snout for a few precious moments as he tumbled ungracefully, kicking up dirt and foliage as he went, and he felt the bruise growing on his neck and chest, unforgiving even though it could have been a broken bone instead. He scrambled awkwardly for a moment to get to his feet, pushing passed the pain that was not the worst he'd ever had and sought out Sirius, to face him before he came at him again.
His defenses were few, and the ones that were present were sloppy. His hackles still stood, the swirling brew of emotions keeping them there. His tail was tucked and his legs were spread, ready to take another hit of similar nature or move, if he could anticipate Sirius' next action quickly enough. He didn't know, couldn't understand, if Sirius were coming at him with intent to maim, kill, or simply out of anger for what was said; there had never been a difference with his siblings to be known. Dove ignored the pain in his shoulder, ignored the fear pouring from him like water from a cliff, and tried his best to track Sirius' next move.
Dove White vs Sirius Warlord for Right to be Trained
Round 0/3
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: N/A
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: N/A
Companion 2: N/A
Mutation: N/A
Disability: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty: N/A
He walks. "He speaks." He thinks.
Sirius came before he'd even finished speaking.
He was barreling at Dove with speed unexpected, and Dove took the hit, giving no resistance even though it knocked the very wind from his sails. Anticipating how Sirius would move was not an option, and even if he could have, Dove's reaction would have been too late anyway. There still was rage, though, eating, consuming, his mind even as the fear in the air thickened, and Dove gasped to catch his breath. He was tail-over-snout for a few precious moments as he tumbled ungracefully, kicking up dirt and foliage as he went, and he felt the bruise growing on his neck and chest, unforgiving even though it could have been a broken bone instead. He scrambled awkwardly for a moment to get to his feet, pushing passed the pain that was not the worst he'd ever had and sought out Sirius, to face him before he came at him again.
His defenses were few, and the ones that were present were sloppy. His hackles still stood, the swirling brew of emotions keeping them there. His tail was tucked and his legs were spread, ready to take another hit of similar nature or move, if he could anticipate Sirius' next action quickly enough. He didn't know, couldn't understand, if Sirius were coming at him with intent to maim, kill, or simply out of anger for what was said; there had never been a difference with his siblings to be known. Dove ignored the pain in his shoulder, ignored the fear pouring from him like water from a cliff, and tried his best to track Sirius' next move.
Dove White vs Sirius Warlord for Right to be Trained
Round 0/3
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Extra Large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Accessory: N/A
Defensive Accessory: N/A
Companion 1: N/A
Companion 2: N/A
Mutation: N/A
Disability: N/A
Fight Skill Level: Beginner
Specialty: N/A
He walks. "He speaks." He thinks.
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