Bramblepoint Failure to Finding Joy

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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