it was never my intention to brag
mac!
12-16-2021, 06:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-16-2021, 06:54 PM by Macabre. Edited 1 time in total.)
Mac nodded at Ghoul’s suggestion to go towards the nook. It was a a flat clearing, not too many trees where it was nice and grassy. Perfect for a simple spar. He already envisioned the clearing in his head, seeing all the ways he cluld use it to his advantage. Misery had taught him these things, and then some. He missed his older brother, but he’d do as he asked and collect information. Information about his family, as well, which mostly confused him - did Misery not at least know the basics about his family? What else did he need to know about him that he already didn’t? Mentally shrugging off his thoughts, he blinked his bioluminescent gaze as his rose-pelted brother urged him on. He grinned, digging his hind paws into the earth to properly him forward with each stride. The glow of his eyes almost lit a silver-lighted path in front of them as he reached his brother’s side, sprinting towards the nook.
As they arrived at the familiar clearing, trees and all, Mac would slow his pace down ever so slightly, making sure his larger brother was ahead of him. With a wide grin still plastered on his face, he squinted his eyes so the glow would shrink to a mere pinprick. Ever since he received this mutation, he’d gotten used to squinting so that he was less noticeable. Making sure he was facing Ghoul’s backside, he would start off the spar by suddenly sprinting up to the pink pup’s hind end, and knowing he was bigger than the speckled child, used all of his weight to force himself into Ghoul’s side to try and bowl him over. A cheap move, a silly one, but it was all for fun. It was training, a spar, but it was harmless as well. And he was loving it!
Macabre vs Ghoul for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Under six months
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Skills: Novice Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual
As they arrived at the familiar clearing, trees and all, Mac would slow his pace down ever so slightly, making sure his larger brother was ahead of him. With a wide grin still plastered on his face, he squinted his eyes so the glow would shrink to a mere pinprick. Ever since he received this mutation, he’d gotten used to squinting so that he was less noticeable. Making sure he was facing Ghoul’s backside, he would start off the spar by suddenly sprinting up to the pink pup’s hind end, and knowing he was bigger than the speckled child, used all of his weight to force himself into Ghoul’s side to try and bowl him over. A cheap move, a silly one, but it was all for fun. It was training, a spar, but it was harmless as well. And he was loving it!
Macabre vs Ghoul for Spar
Round 1/2
Age: Under six months
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Skills: Novice Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual
i’m evil to the core!—
what i shouldn’t do i will
they say i’m emotional—
what i want to save i’ll kill