Brush The Dust Off My Sword
Surreal |
She needed to do something to shake off the extra energy that soaking in the stream and patrolling didn’t soothe. Thus, here she stood, mismatched gaze sweeping the rolling landscape with its torn, bloodstained ground. A silent snarl pulled her jowls up, unsheathing well cared for white canines. She needed to shake the dust off of her active skills, anyways; despite constantly training her children in moves, and performing mild spars with them, she hadn’t been in a real fight for a while. This wouldn’t be a real fight, but she wouldn’t be accused of holding her blows, either. She had brought Regulus along, and he stood at the edge of the flat space she had chosen, waiting to see what his mother could show him that he might learn better through observation.
Surreal circled the space before settling at the near center, settling into a light defensive stance, tail and head falling level with her shoulders and spine. The rest would come in action as soon as she had an opponent. She sent out a long, summoning howl, calling for a dance partner as her toes spread, claws digging into the ground. She flicked a glance to her vibrant son, receiving a smile in return as both sets of eyes scanned the surroundings for whomever might answer the call. High above, Battlesong wheeled on the thermals, seemingly an unrelated creature to either of the wolves on the ground; in reality, she was an early warning system who would announce an arrival even before Surreal or her son might hear or see them.
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Extra Notes: I'd like for this to be a quick, three round spar, if possible. The time limit default will apply to this spar, and I will default if my opponent goes over the time limit. Whomever answers, make sure you will be able to post within the three day limit <3
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"Liar Walker, at your service ma'm." he would allowed her the first move. As cruel as he could be he was a gentleman in his own like. Liar would then begin to set up his defenses. His lips curled back to show off his sharp canine's. Pulling his ears to pin to the back of his head, his weight evenly distributed on all four of his legs. Tail leveling with his spine and toes splaying out with his claws digging into the dirt for traction. His hackle's raised hair on the ends of his back and rump raising. Liar would tuck his head mildly down to his chest, and his shoulders rolled inward. Eyes narrowed and locked onto the female as he made sure his scruff was pulled forward to protect his vitals.
0/3 for Spar
Surreal |
Battlesong gave a high-pitched alert as her keen eyes spotted the exotically marked male. Surreal glanced up then turned to face him as he approached, her mismatched eyes looking him over, noting his markings with some curiosity, as she sought to put a distance of ten feet between them. His introduction, however, brought her ears up. She remembered Arian’s son mentioning relations to Walkers. Was this a relative? She remained silent, however. Despite his manners, something about this fellow had her hackles itching. Like beauty, manners could often only be skin deep. She nodded, instead, offering “Surreal Adravendi.” Before she moved immediately into the fight.
She kicked off even as her surname left her jaws, and she sought to swiftly close the distance between them, tail and head flowing level with her spine, shoulders rolling forward over the base of her neck as she tucked her chin to guard her throat and scrunched her neck back toward her shoulders, scruff rolling up into a protective layer of fat, flesh and fur over the vertebrae. Her hackles rose to add an extra bit of padding from the base of her skull to the base of her tail, as her ears flattened to his head, her face pulled into a wrinkly snarl, and her eyes narrowed to protective slits. Her jaws parted slightly, finishing off her facial defenses. Her paws fell in a balanced spread, toes stretching apart for added balance and her claws biting into the ground for traction. Her abdomen tensed, her elbows and hocks bending slightly to lower her center of gravity as she sought to come at Liar from the front.
At the last possible moment, she sought to duck slightly to Liar’s left, her own right, wishing to drive the point of her left shoulder into the center of his chest, aiming for the point where neck became breast, hoping to drive the wind out of his chest and stagger her similarly sized opponent with what momentum and force she had gathered in her charge. Simultaneously, her head sought to snake around toward the left side of his head, her jaws aiming to latch onto Liar’s left side face, lower canines seeking a hold under his left jawline, while her upper canines sought a grip above his left eye. Lastly, she sought to snap her left front paw upward and forward, seeking to snag his left front leg around the wrist and drag his left leg from underneath his as her other three legs received her weight to maintain her balance, claws digging into the ground to keep a grip on the turf.
The adrenaline was already thrumming through her veins. She felt great!
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Extra Notes: Yikes! Just squeaked by! You didn't state a distance or an angle, so I went with ten feet, if that's okay. I didn't manage to get a hold of you to ask how far he was from her, unfortunately! Any questions, feel free to ask <3 *Edited to fix a coding error because I can't stand when my table looks wonky. Overseen by Evelyn <3
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Liar’s jaws opened, thrusting his body forward his upper jaw aimed for just the top of her mid back. The male’s lower jaw aiming for just where the ribcage was on her body. His shoulders rolled inward ignoring the pain in his left shoulder. Toes splayed out into the terrain and nails digging into the dirt his tail acted as a rudder to keep himself balanced. Eyes still locked on the opponent he aimed to cause as much pain as possible to her side. Liar’s weight stayed centered on his front, his left and right back legs keeping him standing as his right paw stayed off to the side in case his left leg became unuseable.
1/3 for Spar
Provided visual of attempt Feel free to pm Liar if you have questions Bri ^^ Hope the little picture helps.
Surreal Adravendi |
Surreal caught the grin on her opponent’s face and felt her already curled lips twitch, a mental ‘ew’ floating through her mind just before impact. Liar had dipped to his left, her right. Oddly, though this move should have ended in their chests crashing together, only her left shoulder would collide, and somehow strike only his left shoulder. With her momentum, the bruising that bloomed on her left shoulder at the point felt like it might be in the range of severe. Still, her adrenaline fueled her, rolling a soothing balm over the pain for the time being. Her bite for his face caught only air, while her attempt to snag his left front leg with her own left foreleg was successful, though his counter attempt to trip her was ultimately unsuccessful due to none of her weight being in that leg.
Surreal sought to pivot her hind end to her right as Liar surged forward, seeking to bring them to a rough L shape, her chest facing his left shoulder, hind legs squaring just under her hips to fuel her following attempt to lunge forward into Liar’s left outer shoulder with her central chest with as much force as she could gather in such close quarters, seeking to knock him off balance as she sought to drag his left foreleg toward herself and take away one pillar of balance and traction. His jaws missed their mark due to her movements, snapping shut on air, though she did feel a few tufts of hair pull free from the skin, leaving a slightly inflamed sensation behind, and perhaps a few drops of blood, but little else. She sought to aim her jaws for the back of his neck, towards the upper half, wishing to gain a firm hold on the male’s scruff with which she could use to gain some control over her exotically marked opponent.
All the while, her defenses remained in action; her face was wrinkled into a silent scowl, eyes narrowed to protective slits, her ears laid flat to her skull, and her hackles standing on end from the base of her cranium to the base of her tail. Her weight remained balanced on her right front and both hind legs, her abdomen tensed, tail acting as a rudder, toes splayed for an added measure of balance, while her claws sank into the ground for further traction. Elbows and hocks remained slightly bent, both for a lowered center of gravity and to keep the joints loose for quick movement. Her shoulders were rolled forward over the base of her neck, while she scrunched her neck back against her shoulders, scruff rolled into a defensive barrier of fat and fur.
All the while, she remained silent, falling back on old techniques passed down from both her mother and her uncle. It didn’t mean her heart wasn’t hammering in her ears, but it was a lot easier to think when she wasn’t snarling. To be honest, she was having fun.
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