By the colors

Alaric's mouth and fangs had found flesh, but it was not the soft flesh of the neck. Underneath his form grip was the flesh of the shoulder, he could feel the bone underneath him. This annoyed Alaric, but it would do. He tore into the shoulder mercilessly. His fangs tore at the delicate skin and fur flew, leaving behind a blood mauled shoulder in the process. He felt the youngster shift underneath him, causing his grip to relent. He let go unwillingly, now seeing as she propelled herself forwards for his chest. Alaric rose to his hind feet and this luckily helped him avoid being his by her paw, but not by her maws. He felt the thud of her weight clash into him, the sharpness of her fangs digging into his chest.

A deep threatening snarl rippled from Alaric's throat. “Let go, pup. Or else I won't be very kind.” Was he holding back some? Oh, yes. He was. Because this girl was far younger than he and obviously far less mature. He was teaching her a lesson, sure, but he didn't need to brutalize her for that. The damage to her shoulder could've been a lot worse, and his next attack clearly demonstrated his self control. His eyes squinted in the dark. While the beautiful array of colors did in fact help him see better in the dark, it wasn't foolproof. He thought about how his peaceful night had been ruined. Damned pup. Maybe this fight will be a lesson he won't forget, but he doubted it. He'd seen the gleam in her eyes through the dark. She enjoyed fighting, even if she'd clearly lose. Alaric paws attempted to wrap around Nimue’s neck and he would then try to use his massive heavy weight to throw her to the ground onto her side.


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Alaric vs Nimue for (Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Greater than one year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Intermediate Fighter
Specialty: None