Don't Touch Me

it seems the fucking irony of today was at an all time high. "you fucking bumped into me, asshole." he snarled, his words rippling and enveloped by a guttural warning that only exaggerated by the second. hackles rose and his dual toned eyes narrowed,- and before he knew it the stranger lunged and attempted to bite Kostas. the fog did nothing help and he struggled to see which way they came toward, ultimately causing Kostas to react too slowly and only once he felt teeth grip and wrangle into the flesh of his left shoulder.

he growls in response, moving his body away to unlink the bite before then charging toward the stranger with arms raised. his hind legs kept his body tall and supported as he flung his frontal paws upward, hoping to land on the stranger in an attempt to at least locate and keep the stranger still enough to deliver a sustained attack. it was so fucking hard to see... but he pushed through by relying on touch. his jaws open then before aiming to bite any part of flesh he could.



kostas vs Veigar for spar

round: 1/2
age: over 1yr
size: dire wolf
build: balanced
Offensive Battle Accessory: Gold cap talons
Defensive Battle Accessory: Gold plated chest armor
skills: beginner intellect and beginner fighter
Companion 1: Barn owl, 50" - perception


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