Black Morass abyssus abyssum invocat

d: 7 / a: 3

kóvictus shifts his weight at the last second, planting his massive paws deep into the mud. atilius crashes into him; but the dominus does not budge. the pressure against his ribs is solid, yet not enough to shake him. it earns a jestful laugh from the man, as his blood runs hot. a good fight was just what the day called for!

as teeth aim for his nape, kóvictus twists sharply, snapping his own jaws near atilius’s ear with a taunting snarl, spit strung from teeth.

weak start, boy! he taunts.

now kóvictus surges forward, using his weight to slam into atilius's side. claws rake across mud-slicked fur as he attempts to hook a foreleg around the younger male's shoulders, aiming to pin him down and take the fight to the ground.