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Elysium & Valta Raid



Saracyn

"The Deviant Prince"

Elysium
Commander

Master Fighter (345)

Master Hunter (240)

An icon representing the specialty Bodyguard Bodyguard

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
1036
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
250
player
Joe

Samhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipDouble Master1KThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
03-05-2023, 08:00 PM

Saracyn's timing had been perfect. As his opponent was positioned above him, the Mendacium prince kicked his hind legs out, catching the other dire wolf in the soft of his stomach and turning to toss him to the side. He sprung to his paws before Arcturus had finished hitting the ground, and before the other male could get his bearings, Sara was lunging on top of him, paws pressing the golden wolf to the ground while sharp fangs found his throat, forcing a pin and a tap out. When his victory was secured, Sara released the Valtan wolf with a smug smirk and a chuckle, tail rising in a dominant display above his back. He delivered one last kick to the downed wolf's gut before sauntering off to find his next opponent.

It would seem his next opponent had found him first. The sound of a feminine battle cry pricked the prince's ears up, and icy cobalt eyes locked on the form of the strangest looking wolf he'd ever seen charging at him. She was such a small thing that Saracyn first mistook her for a pup. But as she came closer, he realized she was about the same age he was—just very, very small. It made the dire brute laugh aloud at the ridiculousness of the situation. Was this the best that Valta had to offer? Pathetic! Sharp serrated fangs shown off in a menacing grin, Sara watched as Tira ran at him—and then disappeared beneath him. An eyebrow raises... and then a pained yelp left the brute when he felt sharp cat-like claws scratch along his belly. Saracyn snarled, pouncing to the side to get the wolf-dog out from underneath him, then aiming a strong kick at the side of her head, feeling paw pads make firm contact with the side of her skull. With her smaller and lighter build, the simple kick sent Satira reeling, collapsing to the ground a couple of feet away. Saracyn was angry now. He bared his teeth, growling while he advanced on his down and dazed opponent. This would be an easy fight.

Saracyn vs Satira and Cináed for Dominance (raid)
Round 1/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Damascus steel longsword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Studded leather harness
Companion 1: Black falcon, Male - Flying - Boosted
Companion 2: Northern harrier, Male - Flying - Boosted
Mutation 1: Serrated Teeth - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Bodyguard or Bloodletter

"Saracyn Mendacium"

Warning: Saracyn is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
Saracyn's designated wolf to protect as a Bodyguard is Avacyn. She may enter his threads not marked as Private.

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