Nothing Wrong With A Little Blood

Well now, how long has it been since Rhazien heard the symphony of a battle cry? Drawn like a moth to a flame, the Saxe brute sauntered along the length of the wall, pursuing the familiar scent trail of a male he met days earlier. Initially, when he heard the beacon for a fight he hadn’t predicted it would come from someone he knew - but, being that he, the boy, and the girl shared such a lovely time at the ocean side, he couldn’t help but answer with enthusiasm. Plus, he was never one to back down from a battle.

Wearing the grizzly hide, Rhazien entered the makeshift battleground with a dazzling smile on his face- one that was charming, but in reality, indicated the joy he felt at the thought of bloodshed. Approaching the male, he took on a defensive posture; rolling his shoulders forward, straightening his tail, and tightening his core to center his gravity. “Looking for a spar, or some bloodshed?” His voice rang out across the clearing, but he didn’t stop in his advance. Regardless of the man’s answer, Rhazien would engage.

Suddenly picking up his pace, Rhazien attempted to barrel straight into the male, jutting his chest out to body slam him. Their sizes were nearly identical- so his goal wasn’t to topple him over, but to engage them power-driven grapple. In sync, his jaws splayed and he snapped at the male’s right shoulder, wanting to sink his serrated fangs into his flesh.

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