We'll fight until you forget who you belong to
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04-09-2020, 01:10 AM
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The bleeding from the claw marks on his right shoulder was probably adequately staunched by now with the pressure of Sirius' weight leaning into him. He felt blood soaked into his fur and didn't doubt that it would quite possibly stain Sirius' own fur, though Dove doubted that bothered the other man as much as it bothered him. Dove's disbelief only become more apparent when Sirius responded, bleeding into the cacophony of emotions riding him. His chest expanded in breathy gusts, the effort and exertion of holding Sirius' weight mingling with the anxiety that had far surpassed what Dove could handle in a heady, exhausting mix.
Dove opened his mouth, another exasperated, desperate response on his lips, when Sirius stepped on his paw.
Really and truly, it was the smallest offense he'd committed of the ones on his plate that day, such a small and petty thing that before this moment, before Sirius had initiated this talk, Dove would have ignored it completely. But that was the straw on the failing camel's back, Dove decided, as he frowned, brows sinking suddenly low over his eyes, and lunged as he had for the deer not so long ago, and just as instructed, he aimed his lunge for the closest thing to him -- the other wolf's snout.
Reckless abandon clouded his thoughts. Dove wanted this over something terrible, and if marring the man would accomplish that, if that was what Sirius wanted, then so be it.
Dove White vs Sirius Warlord for Right to be Trained/Choose Home
Round 3/3
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.
The bleeding from the claw marks on his right shoulder was probably adequately staunched by now with the pressure of Sirius' weight leaning into him. He felt blood soaked into his fur and didn't doubt that it would quite possibly stain Sirius' own fur, though Dove doubted that bothered the other man as much as it bothered him. Dove's disbelief only become more apparent when Sirius responded, bleeding into the cacophony of emotions riding him. His chest expanded in breathy gusts, the effort and exertion of holding Sirius' weight mingling with the anxiety that had far surpassed what Dove could handle in a heady, exhausting mix.
Dove opened his mouth, another exasperated, desperate response on his lips, when Sirius stepped on his paw.
Really and truly, it was the smallest offense he'd committed of the ones on his plate that day, such a small and petty thing that before this moment, before Sirius had initiated this talk, Dove would have ignored it completely. But that was the straw on the failing camel's back, Dove decided, as he frowned, brows sinking suddenly low over his eyes, and lunged as he had for the deer not so long ago, and just as instructed, he aimed his lunge for the closest thing to him -- the other wolf's snout.
Reckless abandon clouded his thoughts. Dove wanted this over something terrible, and if marring the man would accomplish that, if that was what Sirius wanted, then so be it.
Dove White vs Sirius Warlord for Right to be Trained/Choose Home
Round 3/3
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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