Talk Dirty To Me
09-07-2014, 12:37 AM
The ivory Queen would step forth onto the once familiar barren lands of the battlefield, the girl remebering when she had fought Schon here. It was a while back, and things come and go. She had recently made her way back to the place of Alacritis, and when she was away on vacation, she lost most knowledge she held of being a true warrior, and now that she had been accepted into Abaven, she only wanted to be the best for Bass. But, even before all of that happened, she had to get her pretty little ass back to bitchin' warrior Queen. So she tipped her ivory crown back and howled, calling for another one two aid her in the knowledgeable art of war, maybe even another fighter, at that. She would stretch her large, pale bodice and work her muscles before starting with anyone that would appear, wanting to be ready for this nice little spar that they were about to put on. She didn't want something too serious, but she couldn't promise anything on her part, for a bite too deep.
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Warning: This character is prone to cursing, possible maim, fighting, and claims. If you choose to RP with this character, do it at your own risk!
09-07-2014, 12:54 AM
He had begun to linger around the famed battlefield curiously, wondering why in the world wolves here gathered so often to fight. What really threw him for a loop was the fact that some of them came here to fight for fun. He just didn't get it. Fighting had always been for survival for him, never had he thought that sparing could be something done for enjoyment except maybe in the way pups play fight. But now that he was in these mostly peaceful lands it was something that he would have to grow used to he supposed. Even with all his skepticisms and curiosities, here he was, prepared to do exactly what he was so skeptical about. He wanted to train and rebuild a few of the skills that might have dulled in his year and a half of self-imposed exile.
Suddenly a howl cut through the air, catching his attention and making his ash-colored gaze turn in its direction. Well, that was the best invitation he had gotten all day so he trotted off to see just who was so eager to fight. He spotted her pale form in the distance and approached her with a small dip of his head and a smirk. "Well, I certainly didn't expect my first challenger here to be such a pretty fea. Certainly a plus. I'm Nikolai."
09-07-2014, 01:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-07-2014, 01:43 AM by Anzhelika.)
An eager and curious wolf would show up sooner than later, the ivory Queen narrowing her gold and violet gaze, scoffing at the multi earthen toned boy before her. "Oh, don't flatter yourself- sweetheart. I could have also likely been a tree tall angered male with a short fuse of a temper. You're just lucky to run into the path of this Queen.. Now. Let's get to it babe, three rounds sound good? And I see ladies first, but I'll grant you the first move."
FIGHT
Round 0/3
Anzhelika vs. Nikolai for spar
The ivory Queen would set her body ready up for battle. Her ears would instinctively pull back against her pale skull, gold and violet audits becoming small slits to protect her orbs. Her dark obsidian lips would pull back up in a snarl, revealing her alabaster fangs that dripped with poison. Her tongue skimmed over her fangs with a distinct hiss and low rumble from her chest. Her cheeks would bunch up along their pale selves, protecting her fleshy parts of the fae's face. The girl's black nose would also scrunch up along in the snarl, protecting it from possible snapping teeth or scratching claws. Her hackles would raise, the skin around the back of her neck and shoulders scrunching up to protect vital areas. She would align her tail with her spine, and then her skull along with her spine and tail, all three lining up perfectly. Her toes spread out evenly and her limbs became limp for quick and easy movement. Her core tensed along with her abdomen, the girl ready to spring at any moment. Her claws dug into the barren earth for traction, along with her evenly spread toes. Her fur bristled and her chin dipped down to protect her throat. She stood, staring at him as her stance said; 'come at me, bro.'
FIGHT
Round 0/3
Anzhelika vs. Nikolai for spar
The ivory Queen would set her body ready up for battle. Her ears would instinctively pull back against her pale skull, gold and violet audits becoming small slits to protect her orbs. Her dark obsidian lips would pull back up in a snarl, revealing her alabaster fangs that dripped with poison. Her tongue skimmed over her fangs with a distinct hiss and low rumble from her chest. Her cheeks would bunch up along their pale selves, protecting her fleshy parts of the fae's face. The girl's black nose would also scrunch up along in the snarl, protecting it from possible snapping teeth or scratching claws. Her hackles would raise, the skin around the back of her neck and shoulders scrunching up to protect vital areas. She would align her tail with her spine, and then her skull along with her spine and tail, all three lining up perfectly. Her toes spread out evenly and her limbs became limp for quick and easy movement. Her core tensed along with her abdomen, the girl ready to spring at any moment. Her claws dug into the barren earth for traction, along with her evenly spread toes. Her fur bristled and her chin dipped down to protect her throat. She stood, staring at him as her stance said; 'come at me, bro.'
![[Image: vQdrOgc.png]](http://i.imgur.com/vQdrOgc.png)
![[Image: 524oelY.png]](http://i.imgur.com/524oelY.png)
Warning: This character is prone to cursing, possible maim, fighting, and claims. If you choose to RP with this character, do it at your own risk!
09-08-2014, 12:00 PM