Don't Touch Me

as Kostas pulled away his shoulder from the other's mouth, the stranger made sure to pay him worth his effort, ripping even deeper into his flesh to create a moderate tear in the skin. the scent of blood evident and if he wasn't mistaken, fucking green glowing slime soused all over it! who the hell was this guy!? he fought like no other- sloppy and carless. did he have nothing to lose?

Kostas squinted through it all, the fog giving way to show only blurs of movement from the other. succession, although for a brief moment, was his own as he landed onto the stranger that seemingly slipped before catching their weight and footing. Kostas' jowls latched only for a fleeting moment over the man's scruff before he shook him off- the momentum knocking his forearms off the stranger's back all together. fuck.

without time or notice, Kostas received a strong slap to the face- leaving a mild contusion to swell underneath the left eye. he yelps from the pain. nose flaring as he continued to snarl, ears flattened and frustration growing by the minute. with one final attempt, Kostas drew forward in a hasty attempt to slam his chest into the other with force- intending to knock the other down.



kostas vs Veigar for spar

round: 2/2
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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