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fight this war without weapons - Vega Kyran - July 27, 2015
There were some interesting pack politics that surrounded her new home – ones that she chose to ignore, for she did not truly know what was going on. Kove had lost his rank to Raziel, the silver man who had greeted her and then offered her a tour. The change did not bother her – she had respected both men, and would simply follow the hierarchy set before her.
Her paws thrummed along the borders of her new home. Bearclaw Valley was beginning to become more familiar with each day that passed, and Vega was soon finding herself falling in to routine. The land itself was plentiful – and so, she took advantage of such opportunities by ensuring stockade caches, and taking meat to Scarlett and the pups. What she did miss, though, was the action of a good spar – despite keeping herself busy, restlessness would still settle in the aspiring warrior’s muscles.
RE: fight this war without weapons - Redwood - July 28, 2015
Hope you don't mind if I shove him in :) Set before this
Never thought I'd be here again...
Teekon Wilds. A distant memory to him. A artifact in his eyes. A red dusted wolf arrived here, unsuccessful of his quest on taking his father's life. He growled at the thought. Why was he so stupid. Why did he think he could find him in the first place. Why couldn't he forget about the past like others would? He was different. He was a lunatic. A madman. A madman that thirst for revenge. But he would not be getting that here.
"Ah, shit!"
He did it again. He was so lost in thought that his nose stopped working. Now he stood on a pack border. Again?! You must be fucking kidding me! He looked over left and right. He was not making the same mistake like last time. He immediantly stepped away and started walking faster. If he wast quick enough, he could pass up the danger. But in the corner of his eye he saw a dark she wolf. Just pretend you don't see her, Red. He walked at a normal pace, looking down as if he didn't have a clue where he was.
RE: fight this war without weapons - Vega Kyran - August 06, 2015
An ear flicked in the direction of the voice, and glancing sharply up, the swarthy female caught glance of a male.. his head down and walking.. as if he was not upon their borders. Her lips curled back in a silent snarl, and she did not hesitate to quicken her pace, closing the distance between them.
Her approach would not have been so vicious had he looked like any polite or intrigued wanderer. Those that wished to speak with the pack usually remained in one spot – submissive, and patient. This fellow.. he moved with an entirely different purpose, and as she moved closer, her snarl would rumble even deeper. She chose not to speak – instead, Vega’s jaws aimed to the male’s haunches, hoping to deliver a brusque snap of her teeth with the intent to grip and rip flesh.
RE: fight this war without weapons - Redwood - August 06, 2015
Want to do a best out of 5 spar??
He was expecting an attack from the female. Sharp fangs sunk into his haunches. He did not howl or cry with pain, but only growled viciously as he ripped his leg away, sayings his goodbyes to some of his fur. He didn't need it anyways.
The red male spun around, a toothy smirk on his face. "That all you got? Don't fight like a dumbass!" He was most likely getting himself in major trouble, but he loved it. He was a crazy boy.
RE: fight this war without weapons - Vega Kyran - August 07, 2015
Sounds good! I started a spar thread here. Even rolls are a hit, odds are a miss. Vega's first roll (attack below) is a miss with a 9.
His words went ignored, the statement lost when she had to spit his fur from her mouth. Instead, the ebony female lowered her muzzle closer to the ground to protect her jugular, and slid her ears back to her skull. Not waiting for further invitation, the swarthy wolf lunged once more, this time, her jaws seeking his shoulder, right where his neck met. He was trespassing, and she would do her best to remove the threat to the pack.