Work Up an Appetite

The hellbeast trailed after his cousin, letting her lead the way towards the site of their friendly competition with a local pack. As time passed, he was beginning to catch dramatic changes in lighting. When they moved into and out of caverns, he could catch the changes in the light. Still, the blindness that came from the effects of the crystals having pushed up through his sockets during the long night remained. Milky white eyes, clouded over and ugly to look at. It didn't stop him from wanting to join the raid, and he would only hope that no one dared to think less of him for it. He may have to forsake the "no maiming" rule for such a slight. When the band's warriors came to a halt, he found himself drinking in the musk of a pack's borders. Well maintained, at the very least. Then, the approaching shuffle of paws, punctuated by the soft clatter of armour on furred bodies as they moved. Their opponents had arrived as well, it seemed. Armed, and ready for battle.

He slowed to a halt just behind Manea and Alastor, settling into a comfortable stance as he waited for someone to make the first move. And he was not left waiting long. One of the warriors on the opposing side launched himself forward, signalled by the thunderous sounds of paws on the earth headed straight for them. And then there was the raucous snarling of a brawl, and he recognized the timbre of Manea's voice there. A lopsided grin toyed at his features, and the goliath let his heavy skull drop between his shoulders as he turned his attention towards the assembled warriors on the opposing side. No one else in their party was moving yet, and he wondered if they were waiting on a cue of some sort. He sought to bump his shoulder into Imperia's, a friendly jostle as he sidled past her. There was a particular scent in his nostrils, a young male stood among their ranks. Oh to be target practice for a youngster. The ruby marked beast thought it might be in his best interest to start small, and have some fun. He wasn't used to fighting without his sight, and a friendly brawl with a youngster might be just the thing he needed to shake off the rust.

Lumbering away from the group, he lifted his massive skull and flattened his ears tight against his crown. "You, boy!" he barked with a broad, jovial grin on his face. "Let's see what you're made of." the words fell from inky lips in a humorous drawl, and he squared his shoulders on the battlefield. Tucked his chin down, bared pearly white fangs. The deadly spires of his horns were angled forward and down now, and he rolled his shoulders forward to bunch up the fur and fat to protect his neck. Knees and elbows loosened, dropping his centre of gravity somewhat and allowing him to take the momentum of a tackle a little better. Without a strong sense of exactly where the young male was positioned, he decided to wait and see if the boy took him up on his challenge.

Poe vs Cerberus for Raid

Round 0/2

Age: 1+ years

Size: Dire wolf

Build: Heavy

Mutation 1: Horns - Offensive

Disability: Total blindness (temporary)

Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Intermediate Hunter

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