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01-27-2015, 01:15 AM
Hati Hróðvitnisson |
Hati stalked along huffily, masked head swinging with every step. He knew it was a bad idea to get involved with women. Hell, even Daeg kept dragging him into crazy ass shit and she was practically a guy. She was a bro, you know? But this bitch of Valentine's, she was a serious problem. He hadn't even been involved with her and she dragged him into this shitstorm. But the evil within him roared gleefully and he could not argue. He stopped. Where had he gone? Ah... instinct had led him to the battlefield, that prairie soaked with the scent of blood and fear and death, the place he both felt most at home and most on edge. Who the fuck had that bitch said he was looking for? Oh, right - some dude named Bass. His heavy head dropped back, jaws parting to send a challenge ringing through the air. Don't be a little bitch, that challenge taunted. Give me what I want or I'll rip you apart. If there were gods, oh let them make it the second... Let there be blood... Round: 0/? Defenses: Attacks: Injuries: Out Of Character Notes: |
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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01-27-2015, 01:35 AM
Bass had been curled about with his pups when the howl called, and his head shot up at the challenge that was called. But a challenge for what? Abaven? Regardless the male growled, it was quite the run to make it to the battlefield. Regardless, he exited the den and let his own, dominate howl ring. He was on his way, but the male who called couldn't blame him for the distance. Peeking into the den, he said a quick good bye, while extending an invitation to his wife and kids, before racing off. They could come if they wanted to, but he wasn't about to stand there and wait for them.
The Azat skidded to a stop as he neared the battlefield, catching his breath as he made his way towards the only wolf standing there. He took in the male, he seemed to be the same height and weight as himself. He looked at the strange mask he wore, a question shining in his golden gaze. "You called?" Bass asked, a single brow rising, "And what have you called me for, stranger?" he asked, a growl rumbling out of his maw. He thought it was for his pack, but he had no idea it was for his chocolate coloured sister who had eyes for this brute's alpha. He sniffed and picked up the slight scent of Imperium, which made his other brow shoot up. So not for his pack?
01-27-2015, 02:42 AM
Hati Hróðvitnisson |
It took... a really fucking annoyingly long time, but a white male finally appeared to stop before him. This must be Bass Destruction... why else would he be here to get in the way? Aggressively Hati shook off his mask and attempted to close the distance between them down to a few short feet. Heavy body set itself - the weight settled evenly on all four of his limbs, his stance widened slightly in a bulldoggish manner for the balance, knees bending for better shock absorbency. His toes spread, thick nails clinging to the earth for better grip. His head lowered like a bull's to the level of his shoulders, tail rising to an equal level and his shoulders rolled forward to bunch his scruff in a protective roll over his neck, chin tucking toward his throat to protect the delicate area beneath his jaw. Jagged black hackles rose in a spiky ridge along his back and neck, ragged ears pinning back against his head. His eyes narrowed - something he'd proven the importance of with the near miss that scarred the skin around one. For good measure he wrinkled his facial skin in a snarl to bunch the skin up more and provide added protection. The leash slipped, and Hati's muscles bunched and released like a coiled spring as he attempted to hurtled himself forward head-on to the alpha. They may be nearly the same size but Hati had something Bass did not - nothing to lose. Shifting his weight to his hindquarters he attempted to push off with his forefeet and lift himself into a rear before he judged they would collide. Bringing his right shoulder forward he attempted to slam the front of the shoulder down at the point where Bass's neck met his left shoulder with all his weight behind it in the hopes of badly straining the tendons that held the shoulder in place. As he did that, hoping his rise would put his head above Bass' and with his muzzle already tilted forward to protect his throat... as his weight attempted to come down and forward from his shoulder attack, he sought to bring his head smashing down as well, aiming the ridge of his forehead - the front of the skull between his eyes and his ears - seeking a collision with Bass' left eye socket in an attempt to fracture the arch of the eye socket. It would cause mild bruising on his forehead, but there wasn't a lot of muscle to bruise worse than that and the bone there was a lot thicker and stronger than anywhere else on the head - Daeg always said he had a thick skull... Simultaneously with both other actions Hati, as he attempted to drop his weight down, aimed to press the paw of his left foreleg against Bass's right foreleg at the point exactly where the leg met Bass' chest, and at the same time to straighten his left leg stiffly in an attempt to shove Bass' leg sideways and unbalance the alpha as Hati forcefully tried to bring his weight down on shoulder, and head, and leg all at the same time. Round: 1/? |
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01-27-2015, 03:46 AM
The strangers words showed that he indeed knew who Bass was, tacking his last name on there as well. His eyes grew wide when he said that he was here to challenge for Rhy. But... why would they want her? Why did he want her? His hackles rose at the male who was now in his face, only a few feet keeping them apart. He was given no time to answer, and didn't care to give the black beast one. At least he shook off the mask, it would be hard to fight him with that thing over his face...
As the black male set his defenses, Bass rolled his in as well. Eyes narrowed as he spread his legs in equal distance, toes spreading as claws dug into the ground. His head aligned with his spine as his tail rose to do the same, shoulders rolling forward as his chin tucked towards his chest. His legs bent as his muscles coiled, growls rumbling between his bared teeth as his lips pulled back into a snarl. Neck scrunched as he gathered his scruff tightly around his vitals. His weight spread evenly across all four legs, rooting him as best as possible in place. Pale ears pulled back against his skull to top it all off, eyes never leaving the black beast.
Bass allowed the male to charge forward, not trying to move out of the way from his head on charge. The thing that surprised him though was that before Hati reached him, he reared up slightly in front of him. Gears turned in Bass' mind to try and work around this, this was no average attack. His muscles were bunched and ready for the assault, and Hati's right shoulder met its mark. A severe bruise stretched across the left side of his chest, right where his right shoulder met his neck. Teeth gritted at the pain, but the rush of adrenaline helped him ignore it. He felt the weight of Hati start to drift downwards, and Bass attempted to lower the front half of his body, trying to stretch out his front limbs towards Hati. He was trying to drop into a sort of play-bow, the one that his puppies often took on when play fighting with each other. His bruised shoulder groaned in protest, but he tried regardless. Because of this Hati's head slam missed Bass, and the Azat tried to keep his head as aligned with his spine as he could, weight adjusting with his attempted movement. As Hati's paw came down to his hopefully adapted position, Hati's left forepaw came crashing down just to the left (Bass' left) of his right leg. This put Hati's paw just off center, more towards the right, of the space between his two lowered legs.
Since Bass was now hopefully lower than Hati, he took this into play. He tried to raise himself to a level position by trying to drag his stiff forelegs back towards his own chest, but as he rose he tried to raise his right forepaw up off the ground. Bass hoped to hook his right front paw around Hati's left leg right around the ankle as he rose upwards and tried to bring his own right leg back towards his chest, hoping to pull Hati's left front leg with him. Bass' weight shifted towards his left to make up for his tripod state. The white brute parted his jaws and attempted to turn his head to his own left, and hoping that Hati's head was still lowered from his (Hati's) attempted attacks he aimed to bite down on the top of Hati's muzzle. He was trying to bite down about half an inch away from Hati's nose, top jaws aiming for the right side of his muzzle while his bottom jaws aimed for the right side. Bass was trying to bite down as hard as he could, hoping to tear the thin skin of his muzzle and hopefully bite down with enough force to crack his upper jaw. The white male hoped to obtain a grip on his muzzle as well, hoping to refrain Hati from taking a bite at him.
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BASS vs HATI for RHYTHM
ROUND 1 of 3 (if you agree, Tea. If you prefer two, I don't mind.)