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attack dogs



Hanzō

Tojo-kai
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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
1756
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
1,266
player
Ali

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09-29-2020, 07:46 AM
fight post 1/3


The Gulley echoed with the sounds of yapping dogs and snapping teeth. During his early morning walk Hattori had stumbled upon a dhole den and they weren't feeling the least bit welcoming. Usually he would have just backed off and left them to their own devices, especially since  the Gulley offered plenty of space for him to roam, but even then the pack just wouldn't let him be. Their numbers grew as dhole after dhole emerged from the den to see what all the fuss was about and by the time the den had run dry he had 14 dogs shadowing him in an attempt  to nip at his heels and tail. His patience was quickly running thin as he offered them their first and only warning. He reeled around, teeth bared as a throaty snarl ripped from his form. A few dogs flinched back in alarm, chittering amongst themselves as if they didn't know what to do with him. For one reason or another they'd deemed him as a threat and wanted to chase him off but...well it was clear he wasn't all that threatened by their numbers.

A fight was brewing, the tension mounting as Hattori glared down at the barrier of canines that surrounded him. A silent question lingered in the air. Who was going to make the first move? Like a strike of lightning Hattori moved, talons extended as he tore into the nearest dhole and split it's face right down the center. Blood splattered everywhere and Gulley wasn't quite so peaceful anymore. The dhole screeched in pain as he tossed it aside, still squirming and crying as it laid there, with the members of it's pack looking on with varying degrees of horror. He remained where he was for a moment, gaze cold and teeth still on show, letting the impact of his first attack sink into the hearts of the dholes who hadn't yet fled for their lives. He'd set a precedent but the ball was in their court. The poor dhole still cried and cried in the background, wailing and flailing, but Hattori paid it no heed as he tensed his back legs in preparation to spring into action once again.

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