sanctified with dynamite
Róta
Cooperative
01-01-2022, 05:02 AM
Always on guard, always alert, Róta didn't escape her brother's notice. Her scent had nearly become a part of his own, but the wind didn't carry her scent to him. Alert enough to know that he's not alone out here, but he couldn't pinpoint just where she was. That was fine, Víðarr would simply... speak to his sister if she decided to show herself. She had been rather temperamental lately. Must be... woman things or whatever. He wouldn't dwell on it. No, the shadow figured that Iðunn or their elder sister would handle it. That would be enough... she didn't need him. She didn't need his help when there were so many actual women around. When Róta finally sprung on the shadow's larger form, he was unprepared. She was stocky, and she was strong. Her muzzle caught him in the ribs, letting go a solid oof, and staggering a bit. Her snarl, her smile-- ah. This was a game that they certainly could play. Víðarr lifted his lip to show his teeth, assuming as much of a menacing gaze as he could muster. His hackles went up. His head went low. Víðarr recovered over his paws and snapped wildly with his jaws in response to her attack. He wanted purchase about the rusty girl's scruff or shoulder, but whether or not he found it remained to be seen. Yes, this was absolutely a game that they could play, and he felt alive. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits. |
Víðarr vs Róta for spar
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Hunter