Forge me in flames; Spar
06-30-2014, 08:31 PM
Crucifix had informed him that the pack was on the brink of taking the lands that they would need. It thrilled him really. He hadn't been in a pack since he had left his family and it was a feeling of camaraderie that he found was necessary for his own happiness. Unfortunately joining a pack would mean that he would have every chance to protect and defend what was his, and he hadn't battled in ages. He knew he was rusty and if he wasn't sparring within his pack, he would have to find space to do it elsewhere. The battlefield, a blood soaked field that he had seen many times in passing, would have to suffice. As he arrived to the place smelling so heavily of iron and warfare, the silver brute would notice an earthen-toned beauty howling for an opponent, and suddenly his steps would turn in her direction. She was already prepared in a battle stance, her legs spread apart and eyes glowing for adventure. After a quick once over Ahmose would do the same, positioning himself before her with his head lowered, using this opportunity to greet the woman who had summoned a sparring partner. "Hello, would you mind if I..?" He would begin, quieting himself only after realizing that he sounded foolish, asking for permission after she had clearly already given it. Then with a quick nod and an utterance of luck, Ahmose would advance. **His chin would quickly drop to draw in his chest as his firmly planted paws sped up his approach. Hackles would rise dangerously as he tightened every muscle, scrunching his face up in a snarl. Just before attempted contact with the woman, Ahmose would bend his knees ever so slightly in preparation for his lunge. Parted jaws would aim for her left side just above her shoulder as his left fore leg would aim for her chest in an attempt to push her off balance. His bent hind legs would push him into this attack in the hopes of gaining an advantage, his rear claws dug firmly into the earth for stability. Ahmose vs Motif for spar round 1 of ? attacks:Ahmose runs and attempts to launch himself at Motif, aiming his jaws to the left (her left) side of the neck. He raises a paw in an attempt to push her off balance as he moves forward. defenses: chin tucked low into chest, knees bent, face scrunched, muscles tensed, hackles raised, toes firmly in the ground. injuries: none notes: sorry I kinda suck at spars xD good luck sea dear |
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