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It didn't take long for a potential opponent to find him. A beautiful she-wolf made her way towards the clearing. Her fur was painted in gentle ivory with soft brown accents. She had eyes of sea foam and stood about ten inches below Plague. Within his young mind he couldn't fathom marking up her beautiful pelt. Seeing such a fae painted in blood was a sight he'd rather not see. But, she was the one who met his summons and it was a fight she desired. Plague shook those hesitant thoughts from his mind as he remembered all of the battle hardened woman in his family. They impressed him and so would this stranger, he was sure of it. The stranger cut to the chase and Plague offered a simple nod. "Yes." Gruff vocals marking his deepening voice could be heard. To escape his riddled mind Plague hunkered down into a defensive stance. Ears flattened to his skull, weight evenly distributed, and eyes narrowed. Sturdy knees and elbows bent to lower his hefty form slightly, just as his mentor Hela had advised. Plague lifted his inky lips to expose pearly ivories before offering another nod in her direction. "Good luck." Plague decided to take the first move to speed things up. He broke out into a charge towards his opponent. Unless she moved Plague would aim to raise his front legs off the ground and slam his two front paws down onto his opponent's upper back. The move was an attempt at what some call a 'bear hug.' Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Caelia for Spar
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