I never seem to have good rolls. Attack 2 points, Defense 0 points
Drogon's reluctance was very clear and it brought a smile to Howl's face. It was funny to see how he could be persuaded to spar with Howl simply because he wanted to know what Howl had learned even before Drogon's age. Howl wasn't a father, sadly, and he had never needed to give anyone the talk before. But it wasn't as though Drogon was a pup. He was young, but not a baby and so Howl opted to be more straight forward then to throw in metephors involving incompatable insects and birds.
"Fine. After 'successful' wooing takes place, intercourse... aka sex takes place." he then took a few steps back and and lowered his stance, one ready to spar. "Anything more specific you will have to ask." he proclaimed. He then went to rush forward and attempt to grab onto Drogon's shoulder.
i rolled a partial attack & partial defense so that leaves drogon with: 4 points of health for round two? if...i did it right? lol
Perhaps, in any other circumstance, if Drogon would not have lived the life of a vagabond as he has he would have already been well versed on the “birds and bees” but he had been stolen from his parents and any semblance of a “normal” life and none of his companions ever broached upon the subject but the tundrian thinks that it was hardly any sort of concern: not when they had bigger things to worry about: like food and shelter for the night. He wasn’t in any sort of danger of making babies any time soon so it likely wasn’t an overly pressing concern for any of the parties involved. His curiosity, now, however is simply natural. He’s already entered the stage of noticing females in a very different way than he had before: his thoughts flicker to Wraen and Hydra specifically. Neither couldn’t be more different than the other but Hydra’s the out of his league girl that he can’t help but gravitate to because they are similar and Wraen well, she’s sweet and was his first kiss and he likes that he feels like he can protect her.
Drogon’s ears pivot atop his skull as Howl talks about intercourse and sex. These words mean little to Drogon. They are just words without meaning. They are words that describe what happens after wooing, according to Howl but Drogon’s clueless to the process. “Ok but what the fuck is sex?” The boy can’t help his frustration because he still feels given vague answers and if he wants specifics then he’s got to ask. Drogon’s beginning to learn that he’s not a fan of vague answers: when he wants information he wants all of it in detail and he wants it now; and accordingly, he’s begun to discover that he doesn’t have very many boundaries as to how far he’ll go to get the answers he seeks ( which is not exactly a good thing ).
Howl rushes for him and Drogon is able to partially defend the attack: the older male’s teeth just clip his shoulder and the tundrian counterattacks: jaws parted for the older male’s front left leg, hoping to grab ahold of it and pull him off balance to get him down to the dirt.
Correct. Howl attacks with 3 points.
Howl thought that once the correct verbage was used Drogon would know what Howl was talking about, but from his responce Howl was clearly wrong. It caused him to laugh histerically for a moment, thinking about how Drogon used another word for sex within his question. "Fucking. The thing wolves of opposite sex do to make puppies, but I guess not always." the intent for offspring wasn't always needed, something Howl had experienced recently. Both with Wrean and Awinita (assuming those theads continue as plotted).
But Drogon's anger and confusion only seemed to strengthen his fighting skills as he got a good grib on Howl and proceeded to lower him to the ground. "Didn't anyone tell you this as a kid?" Howl grunted before lunging upwards into Drogon's chest, in an attempt to raise himself and knock his sparing partner over.
rolled a partial attack & unsuccessful defense so looks like drogon's health is: 1/5. ouch. lol
Evidently, according to Howl an explicit that Drogon has become rather fond of is also another term for sex, explaining simply that it’s something that males and females do to make puppies. Now it’s in terms that the Ansbjørn can make sense of. “Oh,” Well, now it didn’t sound half as exciting as before. He’s no where near old enough to make puppies and he’s still young enough that the idea is rather off-putting and weird. “You can have sex and not make puppies? How do you know if you’ll make puppies or not?” Drogon fired off the questions not caring if they were going off a ‘one question per attack’ sort of deal or not. For a moment, the tundrian had the upper hand: he lowered Howl to the ground. “I’ve been alone for most of my life.” Drogon responds curtly at Howl’s question. In a fatal moment of distraction Drogon’s grip upon Howl slackens and the older male lunges towards him. By the time Drogon realizes his reaction time is slowed and their bodies crash together in a powerful collision that knocks the Ansbjørn’s breath from his lungs. He’s not an easy beast to topple: big and brawny but Howl ( who is probably a match for the lion ) knocks him off balance and Drogon goes down. Pain shoots through him as he lands: smarting from the collision from Howl and the earth.
Drogon is fueled by the pain: he lets out a low snarl that exposes his teeth ( because he’s never been a gracious loser unfortunately ) and attempts to latch onto Howl’s neck with his teeth. He strays away from the throat — because this is a friendly spar after all — but Drogon isn’t beaten yet and he’s not about to surrender until he knows he’s lost for sure. He's going to fight tooth and claw until the match is officially over. He could still win maybe ...or at the very least even their score out.
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Your new avatar is AMAZING :0 | Attack 3 points vs (1-2 point defence) = Howl wins this spar. yay :)
Before Howl lands his blow Drogon gets a few more questions in. Asking how it is Howl makes sure that when he does have sex, pups are not in the equation. He also explains that he much not have gotten the talk and has been alone for a great deal of his life. It was an unconventional way to have the sex talk, but with how old Drogon was now, he thought that now was better then never. Even though Drogon was young, maybe even too young to have puppies with a mature female, that hadn't stopped Howl when he was Drogon's age.
Howl's blow makes Drogon go off balance and he hits the ground hard. Nothing fatal but by the looks of it, it much have hurt alot for a spar. The pain he felt was almost visable as he regained his footing. Howl could feel himself slipping away too, but wanted to even the stakes between the two, seeing as how Drogon won the last spar between the two. It seemed as though whoever wanted the answers most was the one to lose the fight. But for this theory to be proven the two would have to spar another time, on another day.
Before Drogon goes to maek his attack Howl get a chance to answer his question quickly "You can smell it." As Drogon goes to latch onto Howl's neck, Howl moves to the side a bit where Drogon grazes his shoulder, hurting a bit but giving Howl the chance to take hold of Drogon's scruff on the back of his neck. One he takes how he presses Drogon to the ground and hold him there till he gives up.
thank you! nanarc did such a lovely job with drogon~. I just went ahead and used my post as a conclusion post. We'll have to have another spar thread soon! :D
Howl’s answer was a bit lackluster for Drogon’s taste ‘you can smell it’ … if the Ansbjørn wasn’t busy trying to ignore the ache in his muscles and bones, trying to prove that he wouldn’t go down until the final bell he would’ve scoffed. Drogon’s teeth miss Howl’s neck but he manages to graze the older male’s shoulder but Howl ends up taking the victory. A low snarl tears itself from Drogon’s throat as Howl pushes him down into the dirt by his scruff. The loss stung his pride but Drogon was pleased ( and surprised ) to realize that he was …not content with his loss per say but he knew that he hadn’t just laid down in defeat: he’d fought until he couldn’t fight anymore, until defeat was his only option. Of course, he was inspired to improve his skills so that next time he would win once more because Drogon’s far too competitive to ever settle. He won’t be happy until he’s the best. He rises to his paws when Howl releases him, and stretches his sore muscles, wincing slightly. “You better be prepared to lose next time,” Drogon shoots in good natured arrogance, “old man.” He teases over a broad shoulder. “You can find me at Moonspear when you’ve got an itch for a good fight.” Drogon adds as he hesitates long enough to speak the words before he heads in the direction of Moonspear, contented with seeing his mistakes and thinking about the steps he has to take now to correct himself so he does not make them again.
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