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Pink paw pads carried a slender form through the thicket. A gentle midnight breeze swept across pale tendrils. Hannibal's jaws were parted to allow scents to flow onto his needy tongue. Pack Wolves were all that he sensed as well as prey. With a gentle exhale the male trotted towards the lakes with casual ease. The male's eyes were narrowed as he swept past high shrubs and low hanging branches. As of late his physical form was healing well and he was getting back his figure. Muscles were packed beneath pink skin. Thanks to his sister, Luc, his upper back scabs were doing much better. The Hand finally reached the brim of the lake with a roll of his shoulders. Immediately he lowered down to gently lap at the water. Drops of water flung from his jowls as eyes darted across the dark water. All he could see were the ripples he made in the water and the reflection of the high moon. Hannibal's gaze lifted upward to gaze at the sky before wet jaws parted to let forth a gentle song of summon. The male wished to catch up with Rosemary and wanted to practice at something they were both fluent in.. fighting.
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He coursed through the ravine with the grace of a dancer, prancing like a stag where climbing was needed and galloping like a stallion over flat stretches of land until his pale monarch came into view. “You sang for me?” He asked, skulking closer to his brother with his head lowered and his ears pinned back submissively.
He didn’t dare approach Hannibal as anything other than a submissive, his white tail low and slightly tucked as he crept closer, his body lowering to nuzzle his brother’s chin affectionately. Rosemary typically wasn’t one to initiate affection but around Hannibal he made an exception, although he suspected the male had no love for him other than what was typically afforded to his siblings.
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Hannibal did not have to wait long. After a short time his dear sibling skulked in from the forest to great the Alpha. A beaming smile could be seen as Hannibal leaned into the mild embrace and allowed his pale gaze to meet his brother's honey eyes. "Thank you for coming, Rose." White lashes fluttered against piebald fur and the Right Hand raised onto his four paws. His maw remained wet but the wind dried it enough to cease the fall of droplets. The beast's head raised but he still remained much shorter then his tall brother. Such did not bother him much for the majority of his opponents in Boreas had been literal giants. Hannibal offered a devious grin before lifting his baritone vocals into the autumnal air. "Will you assist me in sharpening my skills in battle?" The leader raised a brow as his tongue flicked against his own teeth. "Dance with me in a spar, brother." The male took a few steps to the side to make a gap between them. The slightly smaller male would have to use his lack of size to his advantage. What hurt him in his previous fights was not playing into the agility he had over the massive Wolves. Thus, the male lowered his form with bent knees and elbows. His head aligned with his spine and snout pointed downward to protect his throat. Of course it being a friendly spar he was not too concerned with his brother going for the throat. But, the Kleins were aggressive and competitive creatures.. which means accidents should not be ruled out. With his weight evenly distributed and lips curled up it was clear that he was ready to fight.
Hannibal vs Rosemary for Spar
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He gave a low throaty chuckle that rolled with what may have been a growl or a purr and rose onto his back legs aiming to place a paw on Hannibal’s hip and knock him off balance, his muzzle lowered, his eyes narrowed, his ears pinned and his tail tucked while his legs spread equally apart to give him balance. The man was more playing than sparring not wishing to hurt his liege lord in any way, not even to his pride. No matter the results he intended to yield, knowing his brother needed the boost of confidence more than anything. Hannibal vs Rosemary for Spar Round 1/2 Size: extra large Build: Light Offensive Accessory: n/a Defensive Accessory: n/a Companion 1: n/a Companion 2: n/a Fight Skill Level: beginner Specialty: n/a
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Hannibal didn't want anyone to go easy on him. His confidence was rebuilding even though there were still many negative factors in his life. Mordecai and Recluse still missing, Archon plaguing his very existence, Banshee and her youthful angst, and the stress of ruling a pack. Belle would soon be occupied by her pups so he would have a lot on his shoulders. But, the male wanted to train his fighting skills and maybe even release some of that pent up aggression.. Though, his thoughts came to a halt as the fight began. Rosemary lifted onto his hinds and slammed his front two legs down upon Hannibal's rear hip. With a grunt the albino dug his paws into the earth as he took on the impact. Quickly, Hannibal lurched forward towards his brother's own rear hind leg in attempt to slam his chest bone into the wedge between lower abdomen and thigh. Perhaps this would knock Rose unstable and end in a bruised Klein brother.
Hannibal vs Rosemary for Spar
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Rosemary toppled over and quickly moved to shield himself with his paws, his ears pinning back and his tail tucking to act as a barrier between him and his brother, a small if not playful smile on his features as he curled inward, his jaws reaching forward to snap lightly at Hannibal. This brooding was unbecoming for him, he wanted him to smile, he wanted to lift his spirits and watch him grin with satisfaction over a victory. Bruises ached along his back and shoulders but he still had no intent of harming a hair on Hannibal’s head if he could help it.
Hannibal vs Rosemary for Spar
Round 1/2
Size: extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Accessory: n/a
Defensive Accessory: n/a
Companion 1: n/a
Companion 2: n/a
Fight Skill Level: beginner
Specialty: n/a
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Rose toppled over with Hannibal's weight forced upon him. With paws raising the onyx Klein brother shielded himself from the Hand's assaults. Snapping of fangs came forth and merely scratched at the albino's pink skin. Only causing mild scratches. Watching his precious sibling brought an even thicker smirk to his features. Hannibal knew this was not all Rose could offer. His brother was a good fighter without a doubt. At this point they were merely wrestling in the dirt. - To end the fight Hannibal attempted to quickly get over his brother and pin him to the ground. Front paws aimed to press against the earth on either side of his siblings head. Hind paws aimed to remained planted. Elbows and knees were bent for lower his entire mass to the ground for balance. Hannibal aimed to be rooted to the earth like a rock. Bared fangs were seething and lips covered in saliva as his pale eyes poured into his brother's peachy pools. "You look so beautiful beneath me.."
Hannibal vs Rosemary for Spar
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