do it I dare you
09-17-2015, 08:20 AM
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09-18-2015, 02:12 PM
Back here again. Of course, he didn’t realize that he was here again – or that here was anywhere, for that matter. He had little sense of geography, and little recognition for landmarks or landscapes. He just didn’t care for it. He moved and migrated wherever with few thoughts or plans; never being a part of anything meant that there was no reason to stay somewhere for very long… Perhaps having no home was a melancholy thing, but he evaded the feeling with a right scarcity of thought entirely.
The scraggly creature scampered and skipped, flitting through tall grass and marveling at the lovely red stains! They were everywhere! He knew it was blood, and slavered at the thought. A few times he tried to lick at the barren patches in the ground where he could see the aged dark brown spots, but each time he recoiled dejectedly with no more than dirt on his tongue. ”Bleeeaahhhh,” a strangled and rotten syllable wrenched from his throat as he hung his jaw, his tongue rolling out, peppered with dirt. Dirt did not taste good. Not like oozing, oily blood. He snapped his jaw shut and went glassy-eyed for a moment, picturing red cascades pouring free from his mouth. His own, or someone else’s? That was a good question, he thought, rolling his tongue inside his mouth to idly scrape off (and inevitably eat down) the dirt he had seemed bothered by seconds ago. It didn’t really have an answer though!
Moments after a foul sounding snicker grated in the imp’s throat, a sound snapped him to attention. His right ear pricked tall, and his tattered left made an admirable attempt. His pupils shrank to pinpricks, and his tail lifted slightly as his angular body went rigid. Someone was calling! Someone wanted something, and he decided that he wanted something too. It had been a while since he had seen other wolves – played with other wolves! His body electrified with excitement and lurched forward with sharp motion, sending him tearing off in the direction of the noise.
He arrived looking even more of a mess than usual, which was only barely possible – a feat achieved by the frantic pace that had tousled his already disheveled and dirty fur a bit more. He skidded to a halt some yards before the supposed caller and leaned back a bit, his wide eyes and slackened, grinning jaws giving him a look of perfect… stupidity. He witnessed the stranger with growing excitement. ”Aaaah-ahhh!” he crooned in a childishly high tone. He shut his mouth, biting his lower lip gently and flicking his tail back and forth in a friendly manner. ”How big!” he exclaimed. This wolf was, as usual, larger than he was. He was used to it. The other seemed pretty young too, which was kind of icky. Although, if they were going to fight, he'd get to bite it lots anyways, which was nice. He licked his lips deviously and tilted his head to the side. ”It wants to plaaaay?” he questioned. Just to be sure.
And just in case (and partially in suspenseful anticipation), he would already begin to take up a defensive stance. He lowered his head and tucked his chin, folded his ears and narrowed his pale eyes. His legs were spread evenly and his knees bent a tad, his tail out for balance and his focus on the other wolf steady.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.
09-23-2015, 08:11 AM
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09-23-2015, 01:01 PM
Upon seeing the gremlin and no other prospective opponents, the younger wolf exclaimed in disgust. The blue-eyed wolf had no particular reaction, other than his sustained, atrocious grin. Perhaps he had simply not processed the insult that should’ve pricked his feelings, or perhaps he had chosen to ignore it. He cocked his head to the side, his ghastly stare tracing the figure of the other in brief assessment while she assumedly did the same. Or maybe she was deciding whether or not to purge herself of such despicable company.
When she accepted, her voice was harsh. The fiend couldn’t tell if she was just irritable, or if she was somewhat unwilling. He licked his lips and shifted his weight a bit, his blood tingling with eagerness. Then though, his opponent would insist that he go first. His grin broadened slightly with a twitching motion. ”So po-lite!” he squealed with pleasure, sold on her reasoning. He had begun to feel like most of the wolves he had met were rather mean and rude (really, it had just been the one, but she had been big and mean enough for all future associations).
Inhaling through his teeth in a manner that sucked upon and vibrated the saliva in his mouth, he would lower his head once more, align it with his spine. He faced her straight on, and wondered what he’d do. Defenses remained upheld – his shredded ears folded and his eyes narrowed. His chin was tucked down to protect his throat and his legs were spread evenly and bent for balance. His shoulders were rolled forward and his tail was held somewhat low, but still out behind him so as to aid in balance and movement. Toes and claws tensed downward for a sure grip on the dusty earth.
There was a brief moment that he waited, tension tied up in his chest like a knotted muscle, ready for release. Then he charged forward with a hoot of laughter, his head lifting as if he planned to go for her face. He would try to stop with the distance between them closed and attempt a slight feint to his upper right – towards her left cheek/lower jaw area before dropping low to try and actually clamp his jaws fiercely upon her left forefoot, just under the ankle where the more fragile bones would be. His own left forefoot would lift slightly before attempting to slam claws upon her right forefoot. He hoped that if he could assault both feet, he could pose a threat to her balance. Being so significantly shorter than his opponent, he had decided to deal with it best he could and target her lower, more reachable areas. He himself also felt safer closer to the ground, reducing the accessibility of his belly and throat and lowering his center of gravity for a more sturdy balance.
Move 1/3
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.
10-01-2015, 10:56 AM
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10-11-2015, 02:34 PM
She leaned back far from his feint, yet still managed to react quickly enough despite the setback to move her left forefoot away from his mouth. The paw went for his face, and he had just enough time to squint his right eye shut before she smacked it. ”Ow!” he yapped indignantly, his head being thrust back some and the area around his eye socket aching. He’d have a bit of bruising later, but it wasn’t like she’d busted his eye completely or anything. He had shifted his weight to accommodate for being smacked in the face, quickly regaining balance and trying to remain precisely where he was. His left forepaw paw, lucky enough, had connected with her right foot as intended, and he would give one last attempt at twisting his foot and crushing delicate toes.
His opponent lurched forward with a snarl and, with all the quickness and gracelessness of a scared rabbit, he himself lurched to his right. The girl’s right foreclaws clipped the front his left ankle but gained no purchase and injured him no more than the momentary pain the swipe inflicted. However, no amount of speed or swiftness could transcend such close proximities, and he soon found himself on his stomach on the ground with a grunt. His frantic skitter to the side had managed to prevent him from being pinned though – her chest had caught him on his left side just around and above his shoulder, and had knocked him down with her descent. The air was forced from his lungs, pain blossoming in his chest as he was momentarily disoriented. His fall to the ground was short though, and so he had sustained no contusions. Her fangs bit into his skin on his ribs behind his left shoulder, leaving moderate punctures. In an instant he was scrambling back up again, hoping that she too had gone all the way down, having not so precisely hit her target. He bared his teeth and lunged forward, attempting to jam his bony left shoulder into the left side of her chest (hoping mostly to cause pain and jostle her) while he would attempt to violently clamp his teeth down upon the soft crook of her left elbow, hoping for an unrelenting grip. His right forepaw would attempt to smash claws upon her left forefoot now. His overall aim was to, over the course of this little battle, sufficiently damage both front legs so as to hinder her movement. No escape! And no more smacking him in the face. That hurt.
Defenses remained intact, his mangled ears folded, his eyes narrowed, and his hackles lifted. His shoulders were squared and rolled forward to scrunch his neck, his legs evenly spread and bent for balance. His tail was flung out behind him, hanging slightly so as to protect himself and aid in balancing. His chin was tucked down and head lowered, and with his shorter height and low attack, his throat was rather inaccessible.
Move 2/3
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.