Be careful making wishes in the dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark

Heavy paws carried the black-coated form of the eldest Hroovitnisson to the blood-scented plain. Thick ears - or what was left of them, flicked back at the stench, and his chest began to rumble with a deep, unbidden growl. He was no stranger to the scent of blood, Hati, but it brought back memories. Memories of old battles, raids, slaughters, the cracking of bones... flinching back from the feel of his own brother's leg fracturing between his teeth, sickened, forced to continue the fight anyway or have his own leg broken. Defying his father as a pup and finding himself dangling by the throat from his father's jaws, the teeth squeezing tighter, tighter... Memories of his teeth tearing through his father's throat as he writhed on the ground beneath him. Memories that he'd come here to drown with more blood and the hot fire of battle. The only way to stop the waking nightmares from consuming him was to replace them with nightmares of his own making.

Muzzle tipped toward the sky, a howl thick with need and anger tearing from his throat, a demand that some opponent appear to battle. The sound dwindled to a throaty wail, then silence, as his head lowered. Gold eyes glared in the dimness of the twilight hour, that thin space of time between the sun's setting and true dark. He was ready.



"Speech"

And besides in the meantime
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart

Hati isn't nice. He swears, he is violent, and is more than a little insane. If you can't handle what might come of that don't thread with him.

Hati wears a bear skull on his head unless otherwise stated in the post. He also has a ram's skull that might be switched in sometimes if he finds it again.
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HUSH LITTLE BABY DON'T SAY A WORD nevermind that noise you heard My body quivered in anticipation; the smell of blood coursing through my leathery nares, fueling my lust for battle. I heard the cry far off in the distance, a cry that I was all too willing to answer. As I ran my head flew back and released a deep roar that told of my need as well. I had been far too still this season and my body ached for blood. Ached for the sensation of ripping flesh from bone; I did not care who's. As long as I got what I craved for. It only took me a few minutes to reach the brute that had made the announcement of battle. I halted quite suddenly in front of him; glancing over his frame. The large wolf was no novice to battle that was for sure; his face laced with a few prominent scars. That really didn't matter though, I had already made up my mind and I was too riled up to change it. After I sized up the beast I immediately readied myself; ears pinned back and eyes narrowed. My ivory fangs showed themselves coupled with a vicious chorus of vocals before my body lunged forward. There was so much need to tear into the wolf as soon as possible. Though I was quick to attack my body did not forget about its defenses. My thick fur was bristled to confuse my opponent, shoulders rolled forward, my legs positioned so that my weight was evenly distributed, head lowered to cover my vital throat and the only time my tail would be tucked against the inner of my left leg. I charged at the stranger with force and once reached I lunged at him head on. Attempting to crash into his chest with my left shoulder and knock him off balance. If the impact was a success my next move would be to grab ahold of his in-tact ear and pull it toward the earth. Oh how badly I wished to destroy it like the other; hopefully giving him a matching set. Round one; Attack: charging impact with left shoulder, bite to right ear Defenses: ears pinned, eyes narrowed, fur bristled, weight distributed, head lowered, tail tucked Injuries: none ooc: hope you don't a newbie battling you~

Hati Hr??vitnisson

Hati stood waiting for only a short time before his call for violence was answered by a white and black male as large as himself, as scarred as himself. A feral grin bared his fangs; this would be a fight to remember, a temporary reprieve from the older memories that plagued his mind. He set himself - weight evenly distributed between his paws, stance widened for balance, nails digging into the earth beneath him. His spiky pelt bristled even more, his head lowering to be neutral with his spine as his tail flagged out behind to assist with his balance. Ears swept flat against his skull and his eyes narrowed; just in time, as the male rushed forward with no preamble. Hati had time only to brace himself before the male collided with his chest. He allowed the blow to carry his weight back onto his hindquarters to absorb some of the force. With a wolf the same size as himself it would not be possible to absorb all of the blow without damage - Hati knew and accepted that so when the pain of impact bloomed from the collision he was not taken off guard by it, though his breath left him with a sharp grunt. His chest would bruise, probably badly enough to cramp and knot once he stopped moving and enough to ache a little with each breath, but he had avoided a cracked sternum at least and he could deal with the ache. Even as the two struck, as his body rocked back so that his hocks nearly touched the dirt, Hati was twisting his front, pivoting slightly to the right in the hopes that any continued pressure would slide off the right side of his chest and send the wolf past him. His rear left leg skidded slightly out and forward, widening his and allowing him to keep his balance as he twisted. With his ears already pinned tightly against his head the other wolf's attempt to grab it was only partially successful, two fangs meeting to draw a thick furrow over the back of the right ear as Hati jerked his head away to his left. Blood oozed quickly from the quarter inch deep wound, as head wounds often do, matting the side of his neck with fluid, but since it didn't drip into his eyes Hati ignored it. Curving his head back around to his right, he struck with his jaws toward the right side of wolf's face, hoping to either slash the wolf's cheek or encourage him to flinch away. As his jaws flashed, Hati's left forepaw attempted to curve around beneath the other wolf, trying to hook the wolf's front paws out from beneath him. His weight redistributed to his hindquarters as it was, it took only a minute adjustment to his balance to lift that paw, to allow him to throw himself forward. Twisted around as he was, he hoped to lend the weight of his body, chest to the other wolf's left shoulder despite the soreness of the muscles there, to assist in throwing the wolf should his pawswipe succeed. Fight Stats Round: 1 of 3 Defenses: Beginning: pelt bristling, head and tail in neutral spine, weight evenly distributed, stance slightly widened, nails dug in, ears pinned and eyes narrowed. First attack: weight shifts to hindquarters to take impact without being thrown, front of body twists as left leg slides out and forward to pivot body around the attack. Second Attack: head jerks to the left to pull ear away from bite. Attacks: slashing bite aimed for right cheek, left paw attempting to hook forelegs, chest pushing against left shoulder Injuries: heavy bruising to front of chest, cut in ear approximately a half inch wide and a quarter inch deep by two inches long Out Of Character Notes:

HUSH LITTLE BABY DON'T SAY A WORD nevermind that noise you heard The thrill of battle was immensely exhilarating. Blood pumped its way to my heart so fast that I thought it was going to explode. It had been so long since last I felt this way. Oh how I missed it. How I missed the adrenalin coursing through my veins. How I missed the intense heat of battle; the ripping of flesh; the smell of freshly spilled blood. Oh how I missed it all. As my left shoulder rocked into the brute's chest a tingling went through my colliding muscles. I was so pumped that the sensation completely slipped my mind; a massive, smug grin plastered on my face. My jaws were too focused on their target, however, my opponent withdrew his ears and flinched away just in time. I was only able to just barely nic the male's ear. It was unfortunate, but at least I was able to draw first blood; no matter how little. My opponent reacted quite quickly to my assault; his body inched over just slight enough that my giant frame began to slip past him. Along with a nasty attempt to the right side of my face. Ha! Did he think such an attempt would stir me from my place? As his fangs drew closer I dug my front paws into the earth for support from his pushing chest; leaving the joints slightly bent to avoid easy breakage. I jerked my head slightly to the left to try and prevent too much damage, but the sharp objects did pierce into the right side of my face. The pain rippled throughout the right side of my lower lip and check; cackles of laughter erupting pass spurts of red liquid. I quickly yanked my face away from the black beast and bore my own fangs; flesh ripping as I did so and causing the gash to run. The wound accompanied my previous battle scars nicely; about three inches of pink exposed flesh from the corner of my bottom jaw line that ran up my face next to the others I already had; curving underneath my chin slightly. A smaller cut was also caused by the action; a two inch rip that sat snugly within the side of my face. I could taste the blood trickling into my mouth. It sent ripples of pleasure through my spine and made me feel quite giddy. Soon my ivories aimed toward the male once more. This time I lowered my head with ears pinned so tightly that they almost disappeared into my fluffy head fur; if it wasn't for their black lacing. As I was lowering myself for an attempt at his jugular I faintly noticed a shadow snaking underneath me. I was so caught up in the pleasures of flesh hand blood that I hadn't foresaw his limb curving toward me. At the last moment I redirected my fangs at his snaking leg. Trying to stop it from curving all the way under. My eyes narrowed as I began my attempt. As I was doing so I balanced my weight, widened my back legs, and dug my back claws into the ground as well. Nothing wrong with a little extra support for I would not be pushed to the side so easily. If able to grab hold of that damned leg I would shake it furiously, trying to shred the flesh. Round 2: Attacks: lowered head and attempted to bite down into the leg that was snaking underneath him. Defenses: jerked head to the left slightly to prevent too much of his face from being grabbed, dug front claws into ground to keep his body from forward momentum and keep from being pushed, front joints bent slightly to prevent easy breakage, back claws dug into ground, balanced weight, widened stance, ears pinned, eyes narrow Injuries: slight sensitivity in left shoulder. cut at corner of jaw about three inches tall little over quarter inch deep and wide. smaller cut in side of cheek about two inches tall half an inch deep and wide.

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