What are you going to do now?
Telling Storm about everything that had happened in his past, and what the reasoning was behind the evils he'd committed that night, really had him... thinking. Thinking a lot more than he had for quite some time, about.. their origins. Seeing his brother made him remember the early days of their youth, the morning training sessions that they'd had with their father and Ace's mother, Spirit. The two of them taught him everything he needed to know about self-defense and had molded him into a young man able to hold his own by the time he was just four months old. They inspired not only him but many of he and his siblings to do their best and keep their bodies strong.
He'd so easily taken down Kane that day that he ran for him, on their way back to Lirim. Kane was just as tall as Elias was now with even more potential of strength hidden in those muscles- and yet the boy didn't have a clue how to use them. If he had the training that Elias' had in his youth... what were the possibilities? Kane was packless now, and there were more of his children out there suffering the same fate.. suffering it without any sort of training. Were any of them dead? By the looks of Kane, he was surprised he wasn't.
He needed to find his brother, needed to talk... about things. But, not before delivering on a promise. A promise that nearly brought a grin to his face, and there wasn't much that could accomplish just that. He had left the man at the Oasis, and with as much stealth as the darker wolf could manage in the Western desert. The fact that it was night aided his efforts, but there was a gentle breeze working against him- coming in over the dunes behind him and sweeping down toward the lake of the Oasis. The overcast clouds rolling above hid the light of the moon, helping him remain less likely to be seen.. but that breeze would be his downfall.
He searched for any sign of Ace in the sand, searched for any scent on the sparsely grown in foliage surrounding the lake. Nothing so far, but that didn't mean that he wasn't here...
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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Acere
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Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
13+ Years
Male
131
Dragon Mod
The gargantuan male had been hunting nearby, and he had just finished his hunt. Ace made his way back to the oasis, a young jack rabbit dangling from his jaws. It had been a successful hunt out here so far. He had managed to chase down a few jack rabbits and though he was full, he figured he would bring this one back as a snack for later. As he got closer to where he had last met his brother, however, he stopped. The wind had picked up, bringing to him his brothers familiar scent. Nostrils flared as he picked it out among the scent of the fresh kill in his jaws and the warm sand and air. So, Elias had returned? For what purpose, he wondered. He had a fleeting idea, Maybe Elias had come back to get his ass beat, or maybe something had happened? Whatever the case, Acere wouldn't keep him waiting much longer.
Large paws carried him over the shifting sands and up to the top of the dunes. Crimson gaze found his darker counterpart down below, and Ace couldn't help but grin. Stalking forward slowly and quietly, he sought to sneak up on Elias undetected. But he wasn't quite sure how sneaky he could be with his large size and bulk, but he'd try nonetheless. When he felt he was close enough, he acted like he was going to charge Elias. If only to surprise him, act like he was about to get knocked over. But Ace stopped just short of a foot or so away before dropping the rabbit and grinning. "Surprise seeing you back so soon. Did you miss me that much?" Eyes narrowed playfully then, grin growing wider. "Or did you come to finally get your ass kicked?"
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Elias had every one of his senses in tune with the world around him in this moment, searching for any sign of his brother that he could register. No scent seemed to cross toward him on the wind for some time until the blood of a rabbit hit his nose and made him pause mid-step. He listened carefully, though just as he recognized the steps in the sand coming from behind him- Ace was barreling toward him with the source of the scent in the air within his jaws.
With a foot remaining between them now, Elias turned around quickly; lean limbs moving in blurred precision as they found their perfect spacing beneath his weight- slightly outward from the points of his shoulders and hips. He lowered his center of gravity, his thick chest coming closer to the sands as each limb bent at the knee to remain limber. His ears pinned back against his skull as his eyes narrowed and his upper lip curled, all working together to scrunch the meat of his face together and protect fragile tendons lying beneath them. He gave a daring grin to his brother as his tail flagged in the air behind him, his short fur reaching surprisingly lengths as his fur bristled along the spine that was quickly working to align itself, arrowed at Ace. His thick neck lowered, broad skull tucking downward so that his chin was closer to his chest and that wide and scarred up helm was on display. His toes spread out from one another as the final step of readying himself, talons anchored into the sands.
With the muscles of his torso tensing, Elias bent the knees of his forelimbs a little more and curled his body inward, redistributing his weight some to his haunches as he positioned himself for an attack. His head, facing fully on to Acere, remained tucked downward so that his neck bundled what little fat the brute had protectively around his vitals. His maw split slightly, teeth already on display but now ready for a bite as he rotated his skull slightly to his left, eyes watching his brother's own with a fire behind them. Forepaws pressed into the sand as his muscles let go, pushing against the earth as his front legs straightened out and sent his upper body launching with his chest aimed center and slightly to the right of Acere's own, making room for his anticipated bite. His jaws swung open and forward now and aimed for his top canines to penetrate the bottom portion of his brother's left cheek, right over the man's jawbone. Eli's bottom fangs aimed to hook into the thin flesh stretched across the bottom of his jaw, right behind the bulkiest parts of his jawbone.
Simultaneously, Elias would work to anchor his weight toward his ass end to remain grounded against the sands, back toes digging into them as his forelimbs kept up with the momentum of his initial launch. His forelimbs moved upward, positioned as if he were some sort of praying mantis while they moved out of the way and he waited for the inevitable impact that was to come from him jumping up into his brother like he was. He exhaled just before their chests collided with each other, minimalizing the damage he would take in bruising as he slammed into the front lower left portion of Ace's chest, below his collarbone and level with his heart. He wanted to bring him up onto his hind legs with him, so he worked his back legs and pushed into that slam as hard as he could while his left forelimbs came down either side of Ace where his shoulders began to round out away from his chest. He used those curves of Ace's broad shoulders for some grip, his talons spread out through his brother's white fur at the top of each shoulder. Elias tightened his forelimbs around Ace's neck once he felt them in a secure position and tensed his jaw muscles, he wanted to keep both his grapple hold on his brother as well as the bite to his cheek. His weight was put more so into his chest at the moment, the muscles of his back and torso tensing as he pressed against Ace almost fully, intent on weighing him down and forcing his brother to have to work to get the demon off of him.
Round 1/2
Height: 42 inches
Build: Medium
OOC: Edit approved by Nyx, I forgot to roll the credits. ;)
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
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Male
131
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His ears pinned to his head, hackles bristling along his spine as his legs spread hip and shoulder width apart. His toes spread over the sand, claws biting in as his eyes narrowed and teeth remained bared, tainted fangs exposing themselves like daggers. His muzzle wrinkled, causing the flesh around his eyes and the rest of his visage to wrinkle along with it. He lowered his head, chin tucking towards his throat, shoulders rolling forward as well to pull the skin around his scruff forward, bunching it. As Elias sought to throw his chest against Ace's, but Ace had a trick up his metaphorical sleeve.
Hind legs coiled beneath him for a moment before launching him forward, closing the short distance between him and his brother. He lifted his torso, hind legs taking most of his weight as he sought to throw his chest right back into Elias' own, seeking to hit him dead center. A moderate bruise formed on his own chest, though he was sure that one would spring up on his brother just the same. He would attempt to push forward, aiming to throw off his brothers balance with his larger frame and heavier weight. Just as Elias' forelegs came to wrap around him, Ace aimed to bring his own forelegs up and under his brothers, forepaws seeking to wrap on either side of Elias' neck. His goal was to keep Elias from being able to return his forelegs to the ground as he used the bend in his elbows to push Elias' elbows up, attempting to force his brothers limbs to straighten out. As Elias' teeth came towards his cheek, Ace retaliated. Jaws flung themselves open, seeking to land a bite square over his brothers muzzle. Top fangs sought to cut and grip the center bridge of Elias' nose right in the center, while his lower jaw was aimed directly beneath his brother's lower jaw in an attempt to literally shut his brothers trap [counter]. Ace would make a feeble effort at trying to scratch Elias' neck, claws seeking to dig through fur to keep his brother in his hold, and perhaps add some discomfort to the skin and muscle there.
Acere vs Elias for Dominance
Round: I/II
Height: 45"
Build: Heavy
As his brother's teeth flashed before his ruby eyes, he narrowed them tighter instinctively and snarled his own fangs fully on, spreading them wider as he realized he'd missed his opportunity to bite on to his cheek. His exhale only protected him so much against the slam of his brother's chest into his own, his back leg muscles tensing as they pushed against the earth to maintain the difference in weight. Elias leaned into Acere's chest to balance himself, despite the moderate bruising he could feel developing there, and held on tight to his brother's shoulders with both of his forelimbs. His hackles were standing even taller now as the adrenaline of the fight continued to fuel him.
His back toes splayed out into the soil as best as they could as he tensed his core muscles and continued to keep his chin angled downward, even though the course of his attempt to bite. His shoulders rolled forward with his reach over Acere's own to continue to guard his neck, though when Acere brought his forelimbs up underneath his own and forced them to reach out even straighter ahead of him, Elias felt frustration building though he was less focused on that as he was the incoming counter to his bite. When he saw Ace open his maw as wide as it could to attempt to reach over the entirety of Elias' own open mouth, the quick thinking fighter took advantage of the open steering wheel that Ace was metaphorically handing him to his own body. Elias kept his ears pinned back against his marred crown as he prepared himself in an instant, ready to strike with the speed of a viper.
He had been facing slightly to the left when he wanted to land that cheek bite, so with Acere coming in from his left Elias rotated his cheek to the right just slightly again to straighten out his skull with his spine a little better. Elias' neck jerked as he shoved his open mouth deep into that bite of his brother's while he did his best to ignore the moderate lacerations laid across the top of his already scarred muzzle. Elias' top fangs and nose heading for the back of Acere's throat so that he could hold down Ace's tongue, choke him slightly and make this as uncomfortable as possible for him. He sought to interlock their teeth with his bottom jaw coming up underneath Acere's own, aiming to hook his bottom fangs into the flesh in the middle of his jaw, right in between the hinge. Confident that he would establish this hold on his brother's bottom jaw, Elias tensed his jaw muscles with precision. He did not want to break his brother's jaw, but the fragile hinge would be vulnerable if Acere did not comply with Elias' own body movements. He felt the feeble scratching his brother was attempting to leave on his neck and Elias growled, the light lacerations doing nothing to deter him from his plan.
As Acere focused on his scratches, Elias would suddenly tense his forelimbs, back and core muscles as most of his weight focused on applying itself on the heavier structure of his brother. Both feet came up off the ground and quickly curled up toward Acere's underbelly. He aimed for them both to land side by side with toes and talons splayed out wide center with Acere's own hips, right on top of the sensitive organ that made up his manhood. They aimed to land there with a force strong enough to cause moderate bruising. Simultaneously, his already tense back would brace itself for impact against the ground, though he was sure to experience moderate to severe bruising on that as well as he succumbed to the weight of his brother on top of him. It was a small price to pay if Elias could manage to keep his hold on his brother's bottom jaw, with Elias' nose lodged deep within his brother's throat now and preventing him from being able to make any real pressure on a bite to his snout. Elias tensed the muscles in his back legs during his attack to keep his brother's weight off of him as much as possible, locking them into place while his own tail curled in between his legs to protect and cover his own dick. Acere might have left his uncovered, but Elias' had quite an attachment to his own and was a little less willing to sacrifice its protection for the social status that came from keeping it out from between his legs at this moment.
Round 2/2
Height: 42 inches
Build: Medium
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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Acere
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Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
13+ Years
Male
131
Dragon Mod
And luckily for him, Elias would give him that moment.
As Elias' hind legs came at his underside, he pushed forward with his own hind legs in an attempt to shove Elias down as fast and as hard as he could towards the ground. He loosened his grip from Elias' neck, bringing his own forelegs back to his body for the time being. He would also pull his head back in an effort to dislodge his brothers hold, shaking his own head to free himself before worse damage could be done. He felt teeth rake across his tongue, but the damage was moderate as he twisted his head to his left so that Elias' snout was no longer in his mouth. He tasted the metallic tang of his own blood now, and in the light of a good fight, he quickly swiped his bleeding tongue across his muzzle, staining it red.
As the pair went crashing to the ground, Ace quickly made sure his defenses were in place. Hackles were raised along his spine, eyes narrowed, tattered ears pinned tightly to his crown. He tucked his chin to guard his neck, hind toes splayed and his hind legs still hip-width apart. He would quickly tuck his tail, guarding the sensitive organs that were there. Tensing his abdominal muscles, he let out a grunt as Elias' hind paws struck him square in the gut, but now it was Ace's turn. The fire of battle was clear in his eyes as he quickly made his move now that his brother had made an error.
Forelimbs that had been temporarily tucked closer to his own body, now straightened out as he sought to bring his paws crashing down straight towards Elias' stomach, just below the rib cage. He would seek to put as much force as he could into his attack, claws splayed as he sought to scratch them down the slope of Elias' chest as he did so. Simultaneously, his head struck forward, jaws gaping open as he aimed to show Elias just how fatal his error could be. His jaws sought a grip on either side of Elias' unguarded throat just under the hinge of his jaws, with top fangs on the right side of his brother's neck and lower jaw aiming for the left side of his throat. He wanted to scare Elias, to let him know that what he had tried to do was risky, and it very well may have cost him his life. Lastly, Ace would bring his own hind paws forward and towards Elias' gut. He would try to mimic a rabbits kick, seeking to land a strike on his brothers tender stomach. Perhaps that combined with his earlier move with his forelimbs (if successful), he hoped to potentially drive Elias' air out from his body and force him to submit.
Acere vs Elias for Spar
Round: II/II
Height: 45"
Build: Heavy
ELIAS vs ACERE for DOMINANCE
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