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See you on the Malibu beach

Dread



Deluge

Raiders Hollow
The Nightmare

Master Fighter (290)

Master Navigator (400)

An icon representing the specialty Saboteur Saboteur

An icon representing the specialty Fleet-footed Fleet-footed

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
56
size
Dire wolf
build
Light
posts
238
player
NachoMumma

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Double MasterCritical Observation!How many times do I have to teach you a lesson?! Samhain 2022Statue 5 Worship
08-24-2023, 01:21 AM

To say she was surprised to come out on top once again would have been the understatement of her short life. She barely had enough time to smile, a giggle bubbling in her chest. She never intended to actually force him to be any sort of prisoner, but it would have been nice to see if he would play along if only for a week or two.

The consequences of her actions, however, were swift to appear to bite her in the ass, but she was a raider after all, and she didn't mind the interruption... not really. She allowed herself to be dragged along with the force of the warlord's blow, putting some distance between her and her captive prince, but adrenalin still coursed in her veins and her bioluminescence flashed with her racing heart. Now this would give her a real challenge, he'd beaten her old man after all, and she wouldn't deny, they'd made the fight look mighty fun.

There was a brazen wiggle as she moved to get some distance between them and reposition herself, the smile never leaving her lips. "Bit pervy sneakin' up on us like that... an' just when things were gettin' fun!" she taunted, her shortened tail flicking from side to side betraying her amusement, (or was it anxiety?) "I fancy yer boy, yer a bit on th' old side fer me. But if yer just want'ter dance, why not say so?" They were a similar height even if the warlord had a bit of weight on her (would it be a dadbod if he didn't?). She liked her chances, even if they were just fueled by the overconfidence of youth.

Sheer stubbornness had gotten her this far, she wasn't going to quit while she was ahead. Tipping her chin to protect her throat bought her antlers forward, but she wasn't trying to take out an eye, at least not on purpose. Grabbing Dread about the shoulders with her feline claws had worked pretty well to date, and what was that they said about the similarities between fathers and sons? There wasn't much distance to close between them, so her right paw rose to grab a shoulder, her teeth aiming at the loose skin and thick fur at the back of Sirius's neck.

"speech"


Deluge vs Sirius for counter?
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Light
Companion 1: Common Gull - Male - Flying
Companion 2: Lapwing, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Muntjac Antlers - Offensive
Mutation 3: Bioluminescence - Defensive
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Fleet-footed
Due to distance kept from her Raider kin and her regular travelling taking her out of pack lands, Deluge smells and acts like a loner. The only noticeable scent other than her own is Dread who may join any of her threads at any time.