No fun in boring
She paced, she brooded, she sent her mouse to do near impossible errands day in and day out. Roselin was exceedingly bored, and she absolutely loathed the feeling. It was easy to be bored with a feeble world such as this when you see yourselves as gods, as something so much higher than the natives here. Their willows were peaceful, sure, but every day like that was incredibly boring. So! She sought something to put the adrenaline in her veins, to push her body so she didn't get too much weight on her (oh the horror!). She needed to stretch, to exercise, and so far the only place that she knew of that could do such a thing (other than her brother of course) was the silly battle grounds. It was almost comical how these wolves chose a field of all places to congregate and practice their battling. So, she would play by their rules, and beat them all in the process. With her gentle, yet oddly darkened smile she trotted from her willowy home once more, stepping along to find the battlefield. She sat in her chosen spot, her delicate and fragile looking body sitting perfectly with one paw before the other and her back straight. Her eyes were half lidded as she gazed around, searching for someone that could be worthy enough to be her opponent, or someone that needed to be tossed down several pegs by her prowess. She didn't look like she could be a fighter, despite her incredible height (that may or may not have aided in her belief that she was above everyone else). But she had more than enough faith in her skills, and she waited, rather impatiently, for someone to be stupid enough to face her in battle. Ros v _____ 0/2? For spar |
Of course he noticed when his sister took leave, it physically pained him to be away from her side. So when he felt that she had moved too far away, be broke into a trot and fell behind his dearest sister. Did she really think that she could go anywhere without him? The thought was laughable. Although he was curious to where she was going, but soon she followed a rather familiar path. Ah, the battlefield. Again? She had just gotten into a fight with one of the lesser beings not that long ago. Letting out a rumbling laughter he settled in a few paces behind her, head tilting slightly. "Twice, Ros? I really must be getting really boring." He teased, a brow rising above his blue eye. Of course she wasn't, they both knew that it was a silly question. He was her only equal, they would be lost with each other. "Bite this one a little harder, eh?" He added with a chuckle, having complete faith in his sister. He only hoped that she would face a wolf who actually held a challenge, the two did get tired of winning all the time. OOC ; Ambrose is just here to watch! He won't interrupt or post during the fight. |
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Roselin smirked to her brother as he questioned her, and all she did in response was shrug a delicate shoulder. She was quiet as she waited, rolling one shoulder and then another as she set her balance as a shoulder width distance. She moved like water, flowing easily into a battle stance, as if she was born to fight despite her delicate appearance. "Now now, brother.." She said softly, lightly, her smirk spreading across her face as she watched a man approach. "You lose the taste of the best, if you don't expose yourself to the worst every once in a while." She practically purred as the man approached, jovial and teasing. His voice was like nails on a chalk board to her, but she smirked anyways, watching him. She had the height on him, but she was thin for her size, seemingly delicate. Her power was in her strike, like a snake that could down an elephant. His words didn't swoon her, because she knew the truth behind them before he even spoke. She'd flex her paws, nails digging into the ground as her head slowly lowered, lips pulling back in a delicious smirk. "The one you shall be fighting today is me..." She shifted, bending her knees slowly and coiling her muscles. Eyes wound narrow slightly as she gazed at him. "And the only one who's blood shall spill is yours." She hissed before kicking off, eating the some 10 feet between them in a wind breaking speed. Lips curled back to show sharp white canines, ears flowing back as she ran. Her shoulders would push forward, pushing the excess skin along her neck to protect it as her hair rose on end. Her hackles, too, rose, giving her a much more impressive appearance, like a cobra flaring to appear larger. Suddenly she threw on the breaks a foot before him, toes digging in as she skidded, tail flaring out behind her as a rudder, forepaws moving to break as her rear swung around to her right (his left). She snarled as she surged forward on bent hind limbs in her twist, facing his left side. She aimed to ram her broad chest into his left side with aid from her momentum, along the delicate rib cage, shoving her left shoulder forward both a lance and to protect the side of her neck from his jaws. She hoped to ram the bone of her shoulder between two of his ribs, if her thrust hit square where she desired. Chin would tuck before she snarled, aiming with gaping jaws towards his Illium bone (Ref) where his two hip bones met. She hoped for a solid grip, to dig teeth into tender flesh. During this shove and bite combo she would reach with her right forepaw to try and hook under him, aiming to wrap around his right hind leg and tug it from under him in hopes to disrupt his balance. Her own spread evenly to the remaining three limbs. Ros v Harekr 1/2 For spar |
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ooc: *HUGS* I wanted to play with counters sorry if this post is super annoying! D:
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
ROSELIN vs HAREKR for SPAR
Roselin:
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