Earth tones folded through the crevices of his toes. Nails lightly ripping at dusting earth as it was kicked behind him, painting the front of his canons and hocks in a layer of chocolate brown. Feet were tense and flat, a twitch flowing from the dock of his lowered tail up and through his brain stem, stopping at the base of his skull like a pulsing electric surge. As he walked he gave something of a switch, as though his skin were on fire, it was obvious this large brute was itching for a good spar, a warm-up yet also a steady, good natured and fulfilling fight.
A thunderous growl boiled in the caverns of his throat, lungs heaving in air as his blazing flesh allowed his hackles to raise on end, and the mane of his neck to thicken. Giving a shake to his dial the brute stopped where he was in the shadow of a large pine, the bugs crawling beneath his hue cause his bellowing snarl to quake free from his jaws, ivories hardly visible for a moment as saliva dripped from his jawline. Tongue wiping the lining clean of dripping frustration. Pent up energy ate away at his spine, and to rid himself of the overwhelming feeling, the brute leaned up against the base of a great pine, allowing his back to rub against it too and fro, slowly folding from side to side, scratching against the trunk in relate to a great bear. Slowly he pulled himself away, great jaws slowly bringing themselves upwards to point towards the heavens, allowing a great bellow of a call to sound out. A howl with the base of a thunderous tone, a rippling, deep throaty howl that curled from his lungs with ease, calling out into the early evening hours to find another.
Word Count - 306
Tags - Open Spar
Mood - Energized
OOC - Hoping for maybe 4 or 5 rounds, something small but substantial.
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