Shaking Off The Rust

Epimethius · 10-27-2024, 12:01 AM

Epimethius found himself once again inside the battlefield, the history of these fields made him almost eager. Eager to become a part of it, to contribute to the blood that had soaked into the ground. The red sky made this place all the intimidating. Today the battlefield felt busier than he had seen it prior, but maybe he just hadn't been paying attention to the sounds in the distance. Today he heard the clashing of fellow wolves, although far in the distance it sparred him on.

His ears swiveled forward as he heard someone make a call for an opponent, and he began to pick up his pace taking lengthy strides as he approached them. Soon he found himself roughly 10 feet away from them, he would give them a nod of his head. Respect was a big thing for Epimethius, whether it be to people he believed to be superior to him or to people he saw as equals. He never saw anyone as someone beneath him though.

"Names' Epimethius." He would offer, his tone relaxed but excited as he stretched out in front of his opponent. Eyes never leaving the brute. Whether or not the man gave him a name in return did not matter to him, it wouldn't change how the mutt saw him.

Then he prepared, steadying his body and retracting his legs and muscles as he coiled up. Ready to launch himself towards the male. The size difference didn't worry Epimethius, but the oddly shaped paws and horns of the brute did. So instead of approaching this fight head-on, he would try to go at him from the side. Yes, that sounded like a good plan.

Epimethius was off, bounding towards the unknown man with excitement. The grin gracing his lips bore just a little more tooth than usual, just the hint of a snarl. And then as he got close, he would shift his weight and slide to his left. Before attempting to slam into the right side of the man in front of him, eager for the fight ahead. Then he would shift, head moving as his jaws snapped opening aiming to grasp ahold of the side of the man's neck. He didn't want to wound too terribly bad, if this bite did land the only reason for it was so he could make sure this stranger's horns didn't end up trying to pierce his side. He was already enthralled with the battle, to him the outcome did not matter, as long as they both enjoyed it.

Epimethius vs Grimoire for Spar
Round 1/?
Age: over 1 year
Size: Large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Advanced Hunter
Specialty:

"Talk"

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Shaking Off The Rust

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Epimethius