I've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says u should shut ur mouth
Hackles bristling, crimson gaze roved over the landscape. Where were all the beasts of chaos, tripping over themselves to get into a fight? Perhaps she would have to find them herself. Better yet, why not summon one? Let them land at her feet, and make everything easier. Tipping her broad skull back, she let loose a bellowing call. Fight me, it demanded.
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His thought were interrupted by a rather demanding, feisty call. That's right, the battlefield! He hadn't visited that blood soaked pit in a while. Loping to meet the caller without a second thought, he eventually found himself approaching a rather hostile looking woman. She seemed a bit older than him, but not by a lot. Giving her a grin that practically stated his challenge for him, Amos greeted the dark-furred female. "Looking for a spar? Count me in!"
Raising a brow and smiling impishly he asked, "You wanna start, or should I?"
Opposition arrived in the form of an eager youth. Bouncing with each step, and an easy smile on his face. Without beating around the bush, he said "Looking for a spar? Count me in!" Just a few moments later, his grin shifted into one that could only be described as shit eating. he raised a brow. "You wanna start, or should I?"
"How about ladies first?" She grunted, lips twisting into a small grin of her own. It was so strange, for a fight to break out without cussing out the other wolf beforehand. That had always been how her fights started, amongst her siblings. Nevertheless, it was her time to shine. She sought to shift her body, moving herself so that she was face to face with him. If they were going to fight, she was hoping it would be head on.
Defenses.
She imagined her opponent to be standing roughly five feet from her, which gave her plenty of time to ready herself. If he opted to suddenly burst into motion, she would have time to react. Squaring herself, she set her paws equidistant to each other. In the same motion, she sought to flex her toes, getting a better grip on the earth beneath her feet. Her tail tucked up tightly beneath her belly, hoping to give nothing for him to grab on to. Dark ears flattened against her skull. She lowered her chin, keeping her throat out of reach for now. Maroon eyes squinted to narrow slits. Next she rolled her shoulders forward, hoping to offer another buffer between her softer parts and his teeth. Lips curled up into a snarl, fangs bared. Knees and elbows bent, lowering her centre of gravity.
Let's get ready to rumble!
The wraith burst into motion, claws sinking into the dirt as she pushed off. He would see her coming, she was no fool. Subtlety was never her strong suit, anyways. With the opponent being roughly the same size as her brother, she hoped that similar tactics would work against him, as well. Thus, she opted for the ever efficient shoulder slam. As the distance between them closed, she watched his movements. Her goal was simple- get way too close. Invade his personal space. Ducking ever so slightly to her left, she tried to keep from hitting him chest to chest. No way was that ever going to work, even with their slight size difference. Instead, the bitch sought to slam her shoulder blade in the area that was just to the right of dead centre of his chest. Shoulder blade against shoulder blade, and forelimbs nearly striking one another. Even with his head down, there ought to be enough space.
In that same breath, she wanted to snake her head down and get a grip on his right foreleg. Right near the elbow, at the front. Where it was meaty. If she got her way, her incisors would make contact with the area just in front of his elbow joint. It was going to be a bit awkward, and not that much force behind it. Nothing too serious, for the happy go lucky kid.
Round I II
Height: 33 inches
Build: Medium
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