What Are You Made Of?

Eraithus was not upset over his paw missing, as Domari crawled up onto his shoulders almost in a hug. It was his jaws latching onto the arm of his opponent that got him. What he finally wanted flowed into his mouth - it wasn't much as the severity of this spar was not intending to cause lasting damage. It might have been a bit strange but Eraithus deliborately brough his tongue up to lick the wound he had created. Domari's blood tasted sweet and it made him shiver slightly but that could have been chalked up to the fact that the heavier male had his arms latched around his shoulders. Domari strengthened his grip on Eraithus' ear, moving closer to the top of his head and because of their position it was unable to be avoided. The wound extended to the top of his left eye, dripping the blood from the thin flesh there as it made him close his left eye.

Eraithus let go of Domari's left shoulder, now that Domari was stood up on his back legs he tried something else. Attempting to snap his jaws up just behind the left elbow of his opponent his upper jaw aiming towards the higher ribcage and his lower jaw towards the underside of the left side of Domari. The skin here was thin no? He was hoping he'd get more blood but Eraithus had been satisfied with what he got.


Eraithus Zanthus vs Dómari Xanilov for spar
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Medium
Skills: Beginner Intellectual & Beginner Fighter
Specialty: N/A