There is no secret ingredient

*Mortis* · 08-12-2020, 04:55 PM

Mortis was always a careful fighter. He had to be, with his heavy-set wings, and body. Elongated fangs, and unsheathed claws. His father was bred as a fighting machine, and that breeding had shown true in Mortis. The Warlord had started to train his kids young. Younger perhaps than most parents would approve, and Mort had been dogged in his determination to learn from the lessons.

He surveyed the smaller wolf as she got into position. Feeling sand crunch beneath his paws as he shifted his weight. He let out a soft, steadying breath, and then she was off. His claws dug into the sand harder, clenching on instinct. Then she was upon him, her teeth grazed his neck. He folded his wings forward, around them, cutting off part of her exit path. Shifting his weight into his back legs, his right forepaw lifted off the ground, and aimed to pull her tightly against him. He wanted to trap her here. His own teeth would aim for her ear. His breathing shallow with the weight of her teeth against his neck.

"Speech"

Mortis Fatalis vs Sigrún for SPar
Round 1/2
Age: under one
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Front leg bracers with knife
Defensive Battle Accessory: Back leg bracers
Companion 1: Snow leopard, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Kea, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Mutation 2: Feline claws - Offensive
Mutation 3: Wings - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Expert Hunter
Specialty: N/A

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