CONTAGIOUS
//SET BEFORE WETH BREAKS HER PAW--DURING HURRICANE//
She was burning inside, she wanted to feel blood on her fur and in her maw. Silken tresses along her spine were raised as she stalked across the bloodstained battlefield, ears flattened against her cranium as she seethed. The dark clouds looming overhead mirrored her vile mood, her temper raging under her hot skin. A pair of duelling wolves bumped against her and a set of teeth grazed her shoulder. Taira would raise in outrage as her lips pulled back and sank her own jaws into the scruff of a smaller wolf, a youngster in training most likely. A squeal met her audits as she dropped the mongrel at her feet and snarled at it, then stepped upon its chest to move over it. Charcoal tipped banner was lashing slowly at her hips, her mood something that could easily frighten children from a distance. Standing in a clear area of the plains, she growled under her breath as the battling lupines all around raged. Delicate cranium sunk below her shoulders as mismatched optics flicked aggressively to and fro in search of someone to sink her teeth into. Lips were pulled back as she threatened the same pair as before, who had once again gotten to close to her. She would not be soiled by the blood of mere children, in no manner at all.
When they didn't clear out, she spun about and reared back, slamming her forepaws into the shoulders of the closest, yet again the youngster who had nearly bitten her. The pair toppled over and looked at her with wide eyes, shocked. "Stay the fuck away from me, runts!" She spat, venom and malice turned to razors in her sultry vocals. They stumbled clear away, resuming their fight without a moments notice. She spat a last insult at them, unworthy of ever being repeated. Lightning flashed in the skies miles away, thunder rumbling soon after it. Bi coloured glare would fixate on an approaching figure, familiar in all it's oddities. She stalked over to her brother with a dark grin, raising her cranium a touch to nip at his jaw a touch too hard to be playful. "Up for a little spar, brother?" She would growl, slinking back to the cleared space and grinning devilishly, evergreen and mauve optics burning with unbridled fury, directed at nothing in particular. Long banner raised over her feminine hips in challenge as she grinned.
Defenses would be put in place, knowing better than to let her guard down against her much larger twin. Hackles would rise aggressively, lengthy limbs splaying for better balance as she dug her talons into the soil and shifted her balance to her toes. Dark audits would lower to become flush with her skull, as her two toned optics narrowed to watch her brother with bright slits. Muscles would tense as she bent her knees slightly, so her body would be able to take a blow and recover quicker. Tail would slowly lower to become flush with her spine, and her crown fell between her shoulders to protect her throat. Lips were pulled back to reveal the formidable fangs hidden in her jaws, her dark lips curving up in a malicious smile as she waited for Baldur to make a move or be chivalrous and let her begin this battle.
WETH VS. BALDUR
FOR PRACTICE
ROUND ZERO OF THREE?
DEFENSES: HACKLES UP//WIDENING STANCE//BALANCE SHIFTED TO TOES//EARS FLATTENED//EYES NARROWED//TENSED MUSCLES//KNEES BENT//TAIL LEVEL WITH SPINE// HEAD LOWERED BETWEEN SHOULDERS TO PROTECT THROAT//LIPS LIFTED//
ATTACKS: NONE YET
OOC: I SUCK AT SPARS SO IF ANYTHING IS UNCLEAR JUST LET ME KNOW AND I'LL ELABORATE!! :)
Baldur strolled along the battlefield, nose wrinkling at the scent. Sad to say it smelt to much like home for his taste. In the distance the storm clouds were building and the sky itself was dark. Probably not the best time to be nosing about but he had been following Weth? also probably a bad idea. But the pair of them hadn't really had a moment to themselves in awhile, except for pranking Thor and he could tell she was tense. The storm wasn't doing much to soothe Baldur either. The horizon was nearly black with clouds and the lighting was flashing constantly. Baldur frowned, he'd lost track of Weth and the intense mix of scents wasn't helping anything? and then he found her. Relief washed over him and he trotted up to her, tail wagging lightly. "What are you doing in a place like this Weth?" She answered his question with a sharp nip at his jaw and a request for a spar. Goodness? he could certainly use the practice and she needed the release before she killed someone. Prancing a wolfs-length away he turned to face her. His stance widened as his legs coiled, weight spreading evenly across all four legs. His toes splaying and digging into the dirt. His long, thick fur and hackles raised as his lips drew back in a snarl. Sparring had never been just play with them. His brow furrowed as his ears pinned tightly to his skull. Head titled slightly forward, jaws agape, his shoulders rolled forward, neck scrunched back as his tail streamed out parallel behind him. "I'd say a spar wouldn't hurt except, with you, I know that it will. Come on sister, show me if you've still got your touch!" Baldur vs Weth SPAR Round: 0 of 3 Attack:n/a Defenses: Fur and Hackles Raised | Ears pinned | Stance widened | Tail parallel | Legs bent | Toes splayed and claws digging into earth | Head titled forward | Jaws agape | brows furrowed Injuries:n/a |
His response was cool, and her malicious grin widened- if that was even possible. "So be it." She growled with dark mirth, and chuckled.
A snarl would build in her throat as she readied herself, muscles tensing to lay waste to her brother. Gaze ever locked on her brother, she began to circle to his right side, out of reach unless he decided to charge at her. Suddenly she would stop and pivot her delicate frame about, so she was facing directly at his front half. Then she made her move, rear legs digging her dark talons into the soil as she lunged forward, charging at his right shoulder now. Her malicious grin never faded, and she appeared almost demonic as she reared her front half off the ground and attempted to slam herself into his right shoulder, her vast momentum focussed mainly on her tea cupped ebony paws as she hurtled towards him. If that succeeded, jaws would snap open and attempt to bring their vice like grip onto the side of his neck, underneath his jaw. If this worked, she would bite down hard enough to lock her grip onto him, effectively immobilizing his ability to turn his head and snap at her.
Hackles would remain raised as she charged forwards, cranium between her shoulders and charcoal tipped banner trailing out behind her as she sped forward like a locomotive. Eyes remained slits, ears flat against her tiara and jaws open as she lunged, protecting her throat still. Toes were splayed as she charged, tearing up dirt as her centre of gravity was held lower with bent knees.
WETH VS. BALDUR
FOR PRACTICE
ROUND ONE OF THREE
DEFENSES: HACKLES UP//HEAD BETWEEN SHOULDERS//TAIL LEVEL WITH SPINE//NARROWED EYES//EARS FLAT//SPLAYED TOES//LOW CENTRE OF GRAVITY//BENT KNEES//
ATTACKS: CHARGING TOWARDS BALDUR'S RIGHT SHOULDER// LIFTING FOREPAWS OFF THE GROUND TO SLAM THEM INTO HIS SHOULDER// IF SUCCEEDS SHE'LL CLAMP HER JAWS DOWN UNDER HIS JAW, WHERE IT MEETS HIS NECK.
INJURIES: SOON SO COME NO DOUBT
In some ways it was almost like being back home. The brutal form of sparring forced on them by their father was almost impossible to get out of his system, like a switch flipped to go. He could almost hear the commentary but he quickly closed that thought. No, it was just him and his sister. Baldur had no intention of letting Weth circle him like a vulture and he moved, body rotating to try and keep her face to face in his sights so she couldn't get her fangs in his rear and humiliate him. He was still perturbed by Thor's punishment for the pairs little prank. Weth lunged and Baldur did as well straight on, his body lowering as hers raised. Paws slammed into the top of his shoulders, a paw on each one, slowing his momentum slightly but he was larger than her and intended to use that to his advantage. Weth was already balanced on her back legs so that her front paws could push on his shoulders and her upper body was above his due to his lowered position. Baldur's weight spread across his back legs as his front paws lifted off the ground. Maw parted aiming for his sister's throat, right under the corner of her jaws in the hopes of gaining hold and choking her out. Weight spread across his hindquarters evenly as powerful back legs pushed against the ground, tail streaming out behind him for balance as he thrust his body forward and up for his target. In addition he hoped his lunge might also serve to throw her off balance onto her back. Baldur's front legs left the ground reaching out in an attempt to grip Weth around the lower back to hinder her escape from his attack. Baldur maintained his defenses, fur and hackles raised, ears pinned, stance widened with his weight balancing back on his hind legs and tail parallel with his spine. Back legs bent for the spring his back claws dug into the earth, toes splayed. Baldur's shoulders were rolled forward so his front limbs could extend. Brows furrowed and jaws agape for his target. Baldur vs Weth SPAR Round: 1 of 3 Attack: Rearing up and pushing forward and up with back legs, jaws open and aiming for Weth's throat just at the corner of her jaw in the hopes of getting hold and maybe chocking her out or pushing her off balance onto her back. Front legs are off the ground and seeking to grasp Weth around her lower back. Defenses: Fur and Hackles Raised | Ears pinned | Stance widened | Tail parallel | Legs bent | Toes splayed and claws digging into earth | Head titled forward | Jaws agape | brows furrowed Injuries: Moderate bruising on the top of each shoulder from Weth slamming her paws into him. Damage from fang attack pending. ooc: wasn't sure if Weth would change her position or fang attack because Baldur's position changed. Let me know and I will add in the damage in my next post. Thanks! |