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Az



Azure

"Break what can be broken"

Loner

Master Fighter (935)

Master Hunter (555)

An icon representing the specialty Saboteur Saboteur

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
1991
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
1,056

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09-15-2020, 10:17 AM
His first reaction was to laugh, to tell the man he could go fuck himself, and to leave. Though Azure was attempting to win this Heir race. Enough wolves had told him how unpleasant his attitude was compared to Mortis', and it seemed one of those key personality traits Az needed to learn to fake was empathy and helpfulness. If anything, accepting Naiche's offer would allow him to bruise and bloody the man without consequence.

He rumbled some noise of half-hearted confirmation then nodded, getting to his feet to face the man. "Usually I'd vote you find someone of your own skill level." Az started, trying to sound more like a wise wolf imparting knowledge and less like a teenager subtley throwing insult. "Though I suppose you don't have as much choice in opponent when you're looking for a specific height." As he spoke Az used his curved claws to unclip his armor, letting the condor-wing armor down to the ground gently before unbuckling his bracers. Realizing his intention, Diablo and Lilith split from his side. The bat perched himself upon the training dummy to watch, the leopard scaling a nearby tree for a rarely-allowed power nap.  

The big yearling shook out his fur, feeling lighter without the armor upon his back. Into his fighting stance he slid, legs spreading to lower his center of gravity. Paws flexed, the long curved claws he bore digging furrows into the ground. Az's ears were already tattered by battle and so he'd learned quickly to pin them to his skull to keep them away from snapping jaws. Lastly was an intimidation tactic, his lips curling to display his teeth in a bold snarl. "Your move." Unless of course, Naiche chickened out. Azure was not a kind enough wolf to hold back in his sparring.  Though he'd been told enough times to avoid permanent injury, it did not mean his opponents came away without a bit less blood then they'd started with.  

Azure Keres Fatalis vs Naiche for Spar
Round 0/?
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Not Equipped.
Defensive Battle Accessory: Not Equipped.
Companion 1: Not Present.
Companion 2: Not Present.
Mutation 1: Saber fangs - Offensive
Mutation 2: Bear paws - Offensive
Mutation 3: Bone spurs - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bloodletter



Both of Azure's ears have notches and tears.
Az has a scar across his right eye, a mirror image of his natural born marking.
Azure has saber fangs, bone spurs on his elbows and knees, and the paws/forelimbs of a bear.
Not all of these features are always reflected in his art.

Azure's companions are a very big bat and a young clouded leopard, unless otherwise stated assume they're not with him.