Work Up an Appetite

His opponent wasted no time in launching forth for an attack, which only served to delight the hellbeast. The staccato beat of rapidly approaching paws was joined by the scent of another canine, though this one bore a different musk than the typical wolf. A dog? Oh, this would be fun! He stood his ground firmly, holding his head low between his shoulders and flagging his ash and crimson cloaked banner out behind himself for balance. As the sounds of the youth's breath became audible, he felt the sharp sting of teeth in the meat of his right forelimb, just below the elbow. A snarl tore itself from his throat, auds flattening with a flinch as his sightless eyes squeezed shut. He still held out some hope that they would eventually recover, and losing one would definitely hinder that possibility. Now that he knew where the boy's head was situated, he could try and grab him. Massive jaws parted, and in the moments it took for the boy's shoulder to collide with his body, he had shifted his weight enough that the force of his smaller shoulder driving up into his limb collided with the meat of his left shoulder instead of the delicate ligaments of the knee. The force of the impact shuddered through his skeleton, though he suspected the force of meeting sturdy bone and muscle wasn't pleasant for the young man either. Rather than trying to shake Cerberus off, he was aiming to drop some of his weight, bend his elbows, and grab a hold of the boy's wide open scruff.

He relied on the pad of his dark nose to tell him when he got close, and when he felt the brush of thick fur against his nostrils he lunged forward and sought to close the rest of the distance between them. He aimed to grip the back of the boy's neck, and as it currently stood his jaws were aimed to latch onto the middle of Cerberus' neck. Should the boy retail his grip on his thick forelimb, he thought he would be able to manage it. The goal of scruffing the boy was more about control than anything, and if he could gain a solid grip on the back of the young giant's neck, he would be able to jerk his head back and haul the boy off of his leg- those teeth were remarkably sharp, and he wasn't keen on leaving them embedded in his leg for much longer than necessary.

Poe vs Cerberus for Raid

Round 1/2

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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