seven year summer

Battles and war were not the first thing on this yearlings mind, yet becoming a more powerful and strong wolf was defiantly there. He wanted to be able to protect his pack, to lead them to victory every time. Maybe it was thoughts like those that led him to the bloodied battlefield, perhaps he hoped to soak up the energy that stained the entire landscape. He was not surprised when he saw another soul who dared to grace this land with an energy of fighting, and he could see it in her very stance that she was ready for it. Bass flashed a smile at the moon marked fae, his coat shaking as he loosened his muscles. "Hello Nephele Elysius, what brings you here on this fine eve?" He asked, his baritone smooth as he dipped his head to the lady. He knew the answer to why she was here, he could feel the spirit of battle coiling around him like snakes, threatening to snap him if he did not react. While Bass was a gentleman, he truly believed that both males and females could fight with the power of many, no one gender was better than the other. This is what brought him to the conclusion that he wouldn't mind a spar with her. His smile turned into a sneer as he widened his stance, hackles raising slightly as his own beating drum began to match hers. "Tell me, do you think you can handle a little match with me?" He asked, his vocals singing with the notes of teasing. He may be a kind soul, but he was not above making jokes.

The white brute squared his shoulders, his loose muscles pulling and stretching as he kneaded the ground. Bass tucked his chin close to his chest to protect his weak point, his ears pressing flat against his skull to prevent them being torn from his head. Taking a deep breath, Bass didn't wait for her answer before he charged her head on. Moments before he reached her he feigned to the left before propelling his body to the left, aiming to graze her shoulder with his canines as he brushed passed her, quickly spinning his body so that his tail was well out of reach from her own ivories. His head now stood level with her shoulder, his back legs bending as he made a quick leap, outstretched paws aiming to knock her square in the flank, hoping to knock her over or at least stun her enough to land another attack. Bass's tail flew straight with his spine, muscles and paws tucking to make an easy and quick landing.

Bass was no master of the arts of war, in fact this would be his first spar that was for the sake of a spare. Good, he needed to bulk himself up a little. Landing on the ground and well prepared for the landing, the brute swung around to see if his attack had worked or not, yellow gaze squinted to focus in on her pale form.

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NEPHELE v BASS

spar

1/3

Defences: Squared his shoulders, his loose muscles pulling and stretching as he kneaded the ground. Bass tucked his chin close to his chest to protect his weak point, his ears pressing flat against his skull to prevent them being torn from his head. Bass's tail flew straight with his spine, muscles and paws tucking to make an easy and quick landing.

Attack: he charged her head on. Moments before he reached her he feigned to the left before propelling his body to the left, aiming to graze her shoulder with his canines as he brushed passed her, quickly spinning his body so that his tail was well out of reach from her own ivories. His head now stood level with her shoulder, his back legs bending as he made a quick leap, outstretched paws aiming to knock her square in the flank, hoping to knock her over or at least stun her enough to land another attack.

Injuries: N/A