Make Them Bleed [practice spar]

*Deviant* · 07-23-2014, 11:25 PM

He was looking for a fight, see where his skills were slacking. If he was going to protect his family and any of his old pack-mates, he at least needed to be able to fight like he used to. Time had passed since his eldest had destroyed their peaceful home, he had to be prepared for it it happened again. And so he had headed off towards the battlefield, the land known to house many fights, both small for practice and brutal for one's life. For him, it would be practice, but at the same time he wanted to feel the burn, the stinging sensation of fangs sinking into his flesh.

And so he had arrived, ears flicking to the side at the sound of a call, summoning an opponent he assumed. Lips carefully peeled back in a grin, his paws beginning to carry him in the direction it had come from. Within minutes he would find a man standing lone, dark with strange golden markings wrapping around his limbs. Interesting, but that wasn't why he was here.

Deviant would stop a few feet in front of the stranger, tail swinging calmly behind him, demeanor relaxed... for the moment. "I assume you called?" He'd question with a raised brow, golden gaze briefly glancing over the other man's figure to see what he was up against. "I'm looking for blood, can you deliver?" What was the point in this if the other wasn't willing to spill some blood, to feel this a few days from now and having gained what was needed.

"normal.
speech.
thought.
you."

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