As black smoke engulfs the sky RAID
Slinking along at the back end of the raiding group, the wraith clasped his blade neatly between his jaws. The weight of it was familiar, comforting. He'd always been adept with a dagger, and the heavier weapon was reassuring to wield. The dark furred macaque kept pace easily, clinging close to his master's flank in hopes that neither of them would be spotted by the titan that led the raid. It was still questionable to Nao whether or not he was going to be punished for having these two, despite the proper warriors being armed to the teeth with companions and weapons aplenty. By the time the sonorous howl of the Warlord rang out over the battlefield, the stench of adrenaline was overrun with the tang of anticipation from the rest of the raiding party. As the larger, higher ranked wolves dispersed to begin their "friendly" assault, he hung back. Adjusted his grip on the rabbit skin wrapping on the hilt of his blade, tucked the sharp edge closer to his own body to avoid nicking someone who rushed past. Sea foam gaze swept over the defending wolves, and found a pale fae standing amongst the rest with a familiar look in her eye. The way she held her shoulders, and the glint in her cerulean eyes, they were a beacon that invited him to launch forth at a steady lope towards her. Dark auds pinned towards his skull, pale green eyes narrowing and lips peeling back from gleaming fangs. His tail flagged out behind him in a rare display of confidence as he found himself in range to strike. With a swift jerk of his skull, the dainty male sought to swing the sharp edge of his sword out in a tight arc around his body, aiming to strike a shallow slice along the outer edge of the fae's left bicep, before tossing it aside with a tiny grin. His posture coiled, elbows and knees bent, he sought to hold off from launching into any further attacks and stand boldly before her. He'd taken the first shot, and now she was entitled to strike back. He wasn't much of an offensive player, anyways. Strike from the shadows and slip away unseen, those were his tactics. Here, in the open fray of battle, some unsavoury memories threatened to dislodge themselves from the back of his mind that he would prefer to keep ignoring with some rough and tumble. The macaque hung back from the brawl, waiting for a cue from his master to lash out with those obsidian claws. Nao vs Carnage for Dominance Round 1/2 Age: 1+ years Size: Medium Build: Light Offensive Battle Accessory: Wazikashi sword Companion 1: Melanistic Japanese Macaque, Male - Battle - Boosted Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Advanced Hunter "" |