The beast would stalk towards the battlefield, blood seeping through his claws from pools both fresh and stale. Aqua gaze scanned the terrain, rumbling in his throat indicating irritation. Where the hell was everyone? Fools, the lot of them. He still sought a pack to join once again after his disappearance, the one he used to search for his damned goody two shoes brother. He thought he had found his trail once, but could not find it after. Perhaps it was no more then a figment of his putrid imagination. Teeth flashed, anger roiling in his mind and body. His fur would bristle, his walk turning into a quick trot as he sought to sink teeth into flesh on someone, anyone.
The ashen male wanted to taste blood, to take out the frustrations of not being able to find his god forsaken brother. A growl bubbled in the blokes throat, deep and hearty like the demon he was. Would there ever be a pack to take him in somewhere? Ha! He doubted they could handle his insanity and constant outbursts. The need to constantly render flesh from bone. A stench of another would reach him, and the male would stop where he stood. Body low to the ground, he located the scent and moved forth. He never cared to play fair, something obvious in the war that had been held nearby once before. A low chuckle bubbled in his chest, slipping past parted jaws as he slunk towards the unsuspecting wench. Upon witnessing who the temptation was, he noted that she was indeed a beauty. And he wouldn't have minded fucking her instead of fighting her. But alas, perhaps he could get both...if she lost.
Without hesitance, his speed moved faster, body low to the ground as his knees were bent. Ears plastered to his head, eyes narrowed, tail streamlined with his spine as his head was lowered over his throat, teeth baring in preparation to attack and defend. Hackles bristled along his body, his core tightened, claws digging into the ground with each passing step, toes spread and legs balancing his body as he streamlined towards her. He would arrive from behind, as silent as he could possibly. Jaws gaping as he aimed to close the distance, to try and bite the rump of the one who stood before him. All the same, his right paw would shoot forward in an attempt to hook around her right hind leg, to trip her behind and bring her hind end down. Should he succeed, he would attempt to lunge forward and grasp her scruff or the back of neck, to try and gain control and simultaneously, he would try to push his weight down upon her back end to try and keep her from getting up. All the while, his shoulder blades rolled forward to protect the sides of his neck, his scruff unprotected with the extension of his head.
Jet VS Catrix--For ?
Round 1/?
Attacks: He would arrive from behind, as silent as he could possibly. Jaws gaping as he aimed to close the distance, to try and bite the rump of the one who stood before him. All the same, his right paw would shoot forward in an attempt to hook around her right hind leg, to trip her behind and bring her hind end down. Should he succeed, he would attempt to lunge forward and grasp her scruff or the back of neck, to try and gain control and simultaneously, he would try to push his weight down upon her back end to try and keep her from getting up.
Defenses: body low to the ground as his knees were bent. Ears plastered to his head, eyes narrowed, tail streamlined with his spine as his head was lowered over his throat, teeth baring in preparation to attack and defend. Hackles bristled along his body, his core tightened, claws digging into the ground with each passing step, toes spread and legs balancing his body as he streamlined towards her. shoulder blades rolled forward to protect the sides of his neck
"Speech"
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