Wolf RPG

After guarding the Bison for what seemed like days without any sleep, the dark furred wolf decided he had enough for now and after a quick patrol around the borders of Hoshor Plains, he departed the fields. Where to go though? Azzaro did not know, so he trusted his paws and the golden Rhoa to bring him where he needed to be, where adventure would await him, where he could relieve himself from the boredom that so relentlessly plagued him.

The Dotharan moved for days, settling to sleep wherever he could before moving out on the first light. He knew he should be going back to the Khalas now, but persuaded himself to go for another day before leaving. But there was no adventure even when night came, so with a heavy heart, he turned back, just to have the thick stench of pack borders touch his leathery nostrils.

It was nearing dawn when Azzaro parked himself some distance away from the borders, waiting to be welcomed. However his true purpose was to pick a fight with the natives, to test the waters.

  

 
  She woke up from a terrible nighmare. Another vision of her younger self wandering into the dog fighting place for the first time. As much as she caled to herself, or tried to run towards her, she would become frozen in time. And she could only watch hopelessly as the strange creature drags her into a concealed cage.

 It was realizing to feel the wet dew of the morning instead of tall, yellow grass. She streched her muscles, getting ready to patrol the area once more. It felt nice to get into her regular routine again, despite her upcoming puppies. And it would be good to check the area. They always needed th extra security.

 She started walking towards the borderline, feeling a bit better than any of the days. And, man, did it feel great. But her relaxation wa shortly lived, for there was a mystery wolf plopped down by their borders. She walked up to the foolish bastard with a fierce snarl and an icy gaze. "This is a terrible place to be mutt." she growled coldly, saying mutt in a harsh tone. "Get out now!" 
 

It wasn't long before a native wolf came to greet him, she was covered in ebony fur with strikingly beautiful blue eyes. The Dotharan rose onto creamy paws as she trotted up to him with a snarl that she probably thought was fierce, but only appeared amusing to the agouti wolf. Not that he doubted her skills (he kinda did) but it'd been sometime since someone greeted him this way that it was funny.

Luckily Azzaro understood English, so when she said it was a terrible place for a mutt and told him to get up, he simply straightened himself and gazed at her with fierce ivory eyes, showing himself to be a formidable warrior. "Mutt is it, eh?" he said in a heavy accent and a birdlike tilt of his head. The aspiring warrior would leave when he had his fight. And by the way she behaved, he knew he would have it soon.

"I won't be going yet, until I find a good sparring partner," the robust wolf said with a smirk, mentally goading her.

 He only straightened confidently at her words, an informed her he wasn't leaving without a sparring partner. "Pourquoi vous peu- " she started to say, but quickly replaced her words with english. "Sparring with me? You must be joking..." She grunted with annoyance. He probably wouldn't have taken the words to heart. "Well, I may be a women, but I never turn away from a fight. Certaintly not stubborn wolves like you." She growled and temsed her mucles. This was a great way to earn back her honor from her defeat a few days ago. She would teach this wolf a lesson.

The Blackfeather Woods girl began speaking in another language which he did not understand, but he began speaking in Doth just to amuse himself further. "Svabol ui coi? Tesantamaso?" Obviously she wouldn't be able to understand him, but that was the point, to taunt her in a language she didn't know. Just for fun. Azzaro stopped speak the language of the Dotharan when she switched to English and said he must be joking to spar with her. He simply raised a wolfish eyebrow in reply, amusement concealed behind a stoical facade.

The blue eyed female grunted in annoyance and said that she might be a woman but she would not turn away from a fight and certainly not from stubborn wolves like himself. "Good," he said with a brief smile before readying his defenses. Velvety copper ears flattened against his skull as he dipped his snout to protect his vulnerable throat.

Azzaro's dark tail lashed as he crouched and sprang without hesitation, aiming to unbalance her by barreling straight at her.

 The male barreks into her, knocking her off balance and onto the floor. She chuffs from the impact, loosing her senses temporarily. But she is quick to snap out of it. Her head snaps back and she reaches towards the male's ear with jaws full of teeth. Ready to tear into tender flesh.

Azzaro charged at her and successfully knocked her off balance and onto the ground, he was about to step forward and slam his paws onto her shoulder to pin her down and end the fight but she had already gotten up and snapped at him, reaching for his ear and tore into the tender flesh, managing to tear a bit of his ear away from him leaving a nick. The Dotharan simply smiles, enjoying the thrill of a good spar once more. Whichever way the spar went, he would get a good training from it and keep his skills from rusting over.

Backing away just for a moment, he lunged forward, aiming to grab her ear and give it a nice good nick like she had to his. Perhaps the Blackfeather woods girl would give him a good scar across his muzzle, he'll like that.

 

 

  Her teeth soon met the ear she seeked to strike at. But the success was shortley lived, for the male tore out from her grasp and jumped foward for her own ear. A stining sensation corsed through her body as razor sharp teeth went into her left ear. She might have yet another earhole after this. She ripped free, whimpering as some of her ear torn off. But she tried to ignor the pain as she lunged forward, aiming for his neck.

His teeth struck home and tore into the tender flesh of the Blackfeather Woods girl's black ear. An ear for an ear. Or in this case. A nick in the ear for a nick in the ear. It was justice and fun as far as he was concerned, besides, it wasn't as if he ripped off her entire ear, now that would be rude, even though he truthfully did not give a damn about what she thought.

The midnight wolfess had determination, he'll give her that, but her whimpering...annoyed him to hell and only gave him more energy as she rushed forward, aiming for his neck. For such a robust being, he leapt easily away and immediately moved forward once more, aiming to sink his now bloodstained fangs into her right shoulder, hoping to tear through fur and into flesh and blood.

Its not personal, native wolf.

 
  She flown past him as she pounced, landing on the earth. She got up quickly, but not quick enough. She could feel the mystery wolve's fangs inside her shoulder. She wanted to fling him off, but that would bring even more flesh with him. Instead, her head snapped back, aiming for his open snout.

The Dotharan's fangs sank deep into her shoulder and Azzaro could taste the blood on his tongue, in his jaws. As he withdrew, Lusa's fangs scraped across the bridge of his muzzle, leaving a deep, bleeding wound that would surely result in a scar. Scars weren't too bad for the agouti warrior, they signified his strength and his life as a warrior, showed him as a true blooded Dotharan wolf and worthy of being a member of a Khalas.

"Is that the best you've got?" Azzaro taunted the Blackfeather Woods girl, his tongue reaching up to lick a droplet of his blood as he began circling her. She was a good fighter, ready to fight to the end, with some training, she would make a good Dotharan wolf.

Spotting an opportunity, the aspiring warrior swiftly moved behind her and snapped at her heels, hoping to unbalance her but not to break her hind leg.

  


 
  Her jaws scraped across the boy's muzzle, and the taste of the blood was a satisfactory. He taunted her, questioning if that was all she had as he circled. It inraged her. She was going to pounce, but he was quicker. He managed to bite her heel, making her lose balance. She flipped onto her back, but quickly rolled up. A growl rumbled in her chest before she lunged, attempting to drag him down by his scruff.

He got the reaction he wished for, enraged by his taunting, he managed to bite her heel, pull it backwards and make her lose her balance. She fell onto the hard ground but quickly rose back onto her ebony paws, uttering a growl, she lunged forward, teeth sinking into his scruff and dragging him downwards with her. Cursing in his language, he finally managed to shake her off and quickly moved backwards.

He began circling her once more, and before leaping forward, he uttered a low guttural growl and lunged, aiming for her injured shoulder, hoping to sink his fangs deeper into the wound.

  
 
  She managed to pull the boy down. She held on as tightly as she could, until he wiggled out of her grasp. She stood up as he did, circling around with a snarl on her face. He then lunged for her injured shoulder once more, but this time she was ready. She moved to the side, letting him fly pass.

 She wasted no time to lunge forward, attempting to pull him down once again by the scruff. But this time her bite will be harder.

She was quicker this time, no doubt anticipating his move. Not that he minded, it was more exciting this way, for it meant he could have more of a challenge instead of just fighting a woman with a bit of warrior skills. He loved this, this fighting was in his blood and in every true Dotharan wolf, he had been trained since young to kill, to battle, and he only felt truly alive when he fought. With the thrill of it rushing through him and the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

She pulled him by the scruff once more, digging through the thick fur and piercing his skin, he wrenched away before she could do any damage and with a low guttural growl, pounced forward, aiming to knock her over with her weight and pin her down with sturdy creamy paws.

 He had got out from under her again. The little bastard. he quickly lunged forward, paws forward. She tried dodging but it was too late. She was pinned to the ground. The obsedian furred girl tried wiggling and snapping, but it was no use. He had won the spar. And to make it worse, this was her turf. She stopped struggling and looked up at the male. "You fought well. Now are you gonna let me up?" She didn't want him to see her injured paw and use it as a chewing toy.

The ebony furred woman struggled, wriggling like a worm and snapping with sharp fangs at him, like a crocodile. He admired her attempts but in the end, they were fruitless. Azzaro was robust, broad and strong, a true Dotharan warrior and a woman like her could never wriggle their way out of his grasp. But she had true determination, he'll give her that, at least she wasn't one of those weak willed slave girls.

The obsidian girl finally stopped and told him he fought well and if he was going to let her up. Azzaro tilted his head, as if considering whether or not to let her go. "What is your name?" he questioned.

  Instead of letting her up, he only asked her of her name. "Lusa," she replied in a expressionless tone. She wanted to get from under this guy, but that was like a twig trying to get out under from a bolder. Nearly impossible. And kicking him off wouldn't help her already aching paws. Now she regreted going away from the saftey of Blackfeather. It seemed the world wasn't enjoying her presance. 
 
 "Look kid. I'm not a person for small talk. Espesially while I'm being crushed." Sooner or later he would have no choice to get off. The girl was ten seconds from calling her Packmates. He was way to close to the territory in the first place.

The ebony girl said her name was Lusa in an expressionless tone. "Lusa...Lusa," Azzaro said, rolling the words around his tongue, testing it out. He did not let go of her yet, but continued to pin her onto the ground using strong creamy paws as his thoughts wandered. He was pulled out of his own world, however, when the midnight wolfess addressed him as 'kid' and that she was not a person for small talk especially when she was being crushed.

"Oh sorry," Azzaro mocked, his merciful and good nature having vanished at the word 'kid'. He was not a kid anymore, he was nearly two years old for Rhoa's sake. "I forgot you were being crushed," and savagely pushed harder with his paws, adding more weight onto her. He could be nice when he wanted to but test him and you would feel pain beyond measure.

Lucky for her, the Dotharan decided to leave her alone and after one mocking smile, "I'll be nice this time, but next time you address me as 'kid', you won't be so lucky," with that, Azzaro turned and gracefully leapt away, paws skimming the ground as he made his way back to Hoshor Plains, back home.

 The boy didn't seem to take her words so well, for the pressure on her neck became harder, making her since. But she still stayed strong. She was a stupid, stubborn bitch. But that's how she was raised to be.

 He let her up, and told her never call him kid again. She smirked. "I'll just have to call you little guy then. Kid" She watched him leave, following his tracks for a bit just to make sure he was gone. When she saw the little figure disappear, she turned 'round and headed back to a resting place.

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