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Macabre · 08-20-2022, 06:15 PM

One by one, the rest of his siblings arrived at the scene. Ghoul had forgone his shoulder brush - briefly acknowledging it - instead to launch himself towards their ‘rival’ of sorts. The spotted boy, along with whoever else was directed away towards the rosy boy’s spat, grinned widely as he recognized the smaller man who’d beaten him and Ghoul several times. Ghoul was a sore loser, always had been - but he wasn’t about to jeer or disapprove. So what if they were allies and there were diplomatic consequences or whatever? There were other wolves having their arguments as well, blood was being drawn everywhere including his mother’s challenge with that skeletal bitch. Blood. The scent, metallic and harsh, was just so damn tantalizing. He briefly acknowledged Widow’s comment about throwing Medusa in the volcano, a giggle bubbling from his throat. Ichor and Viscera arrived, and he raised a brow at the tiny twon’s suggestion of running off. Running away? Assuming retreat? Never. He’d fight tooth, nail, claw, whatever limbs he still had, he’d fight with. Didn’t matter what the outcome was - he wasn’t what you’d call a winner in fights, but when did that ever stop him from charging into one?

His luminescent gaze was now locked in his brother’s scuffle with the spiny raptor-clawed fella - he’d never even gotten to know his name, what a shame - and that twisted smile curled even deeper into his snout, looking almost comically wrinkled. Something in him was cracking, fracturing like shattered glass, not that his mind was all quite right to begin with. Blood, blood, he wanted blood. Ghoul had his chance to give the shortstack a scar, and now it was his turn for penance. The mottled boy chuckled, a bubbly chortle that sounded like a mix between a hyena cackle and a snarl. Sickening and dark.

As Ghoul padded away from the Armada yearling, Macabre decided - no, impulsively followed - his brother’s decision. The two brothers shared that act now, think later logic for the most part, and he justified his next moves as a sort of..retaliation for that scar the rosy-pelted wolf now carried. Luminescent eyes honed in on the black and fire mottled boy. Twisted grin carved into his assymetrical face. It was as if whatever stability, any rationality the spotted boy had before had died. Now, he saw nothing but that little man. The world didn’t exist. Tunnel vision appeared.

"My turn.” The yearling hissed, slinking through the crowd like some oversized cat, hackles raised. He honed in on Levi. Only him. Only him.

Macabre shot out from the crowd, weaving this way and that, like a lightening bolt of black and white. Within a few strides of the Armadan, Mac opened his jaws - cocking his head sharply - aiming to strike out with a snap of his teeth to clamp on the shorter boy’s right front paw just out of range of those raptor claws. He was as reckless and childish as his brother - if they had looked more similar you could say they were almost two twins. Like foolish brother, like foolish brother.

Macabre vs Levi for Maim - Broken Front Paw
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bracers with switchblades
Companion 1: Tasmanian Devil, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Fox with Antlers, Male - Battle
Skills: Expert Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual

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