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WHAT I DESERVE !
Posted 04-28-2017, 02:13 PM |
Orestes
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Again she strays far from the cove today. Though she hadn't been in Doutaini very long, she knew one place more familiar than any. It was a place to conquer and it was invigorating to the Dalmascan woman. Darker paws press into the dry dusty ground as she moved, with precision, forward. There is no fault in Orestes Dalmasca. Her sculpted head is lowered, parallel with her spine which made fold of flesh and fur bundle protectively against her neck. Her mahogany muzzle would be dipped downward slightly to further protect her neck as she went, valiant eyes shifting about expertly through narrowed slits. Nostrils would flare and she moves to find her chosen battleground.

Dark tail would rise behind her as she increased her speed, legs spaced precariously so. She was bent slightly at the joints, aiming to hunker her weight to the floor. Who could move a mountain? Her dark lips press into a firm line, nose wrinkling slightly as she approaches a clearing. Hmmph. She aims to face southward, weight would shift backwards onto curled hind legs, preparing her for the onslaught ahead. The sun was shrouded behind thick Autumn clouds, proving to be avoidable in this spar. An even setting even with the fierce Autumn winds that rushed by. Her ears would remain erect for now, aiming to detect any wolf coming towards her as her tail fell to her ankles waiting for momentum. Her jaws would part slightly, muzzle wrinkling into a grotesque snarl as she glared at the nothingness before her. Lips would pull and reveal fangs and she would say nothing but growl. Hackles would bristle as she roared her challenge into the heavens. It was high time she got what she deserved. As her call would seemingly echo across the ruins, Orestes would resume her defensive posture.

Orestes VS Bhaltair
for Heir
00 of 03 moves
5 days to reply
elements?

1 defeat. 1 draw. 2 victories.

"speech"










Posted 05-02-2017, 12:57 PM |
Anaxagoras
Unregistered
,
in, lbs
ep
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PUSH IT BABY, PUSH IT BABY OUT OF CONTROL,
i've got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow!

the call resounds, forceful and inlaid with arrogant intention. the legion's heir knows to whom it belongs -- the bitter twang of his sister's voice is unmistakable. without pause, the swarthy beast seethes to his paws with a roiling snarl. the quintessence of a gladiator's sword lives in his bones, in the sharp edge of his features, in the cold fury emanating from his rigid, uncompromising form. a dark, purposeful sneer twists his inked lips into a visage of unholy wrath. you will not take what is m i n e. acrimony colors his composure, besmirching what vestiges of light persist through the darkness of his past. all solace found in justice is lost to the wind at his back as he prowls through the heights and frothing ravine. today, he bears no resemblance to the furtive creature once housed within his skin -- instead, the armored legionnaire descends with all the tumultuous wrath pent-up in his bones. from the angry jaws of vengeance he spills forth, an ominous smear of shadow rocketing toward the ruin's edge. A voluminous tail lashes rhythmically in his wake, preparing him in advance to call upon haruko's gift. he's an oiled machine, fueled by vengeance and fortified with unprecedented rage. saliva stretches betwixt his jowls as they preemptively part, gaping enough to sling low over his throat to prepare for an assault. though she is still but a ruddy blip in the distance, vehemence grips the long hairs adorning the ridge of his back and yanks them toward the heavens. his ears buckle, flattening defensively against his crown, while infernal eyes narrow upon his sister, who grows larger with every stride. a guttural growl stirs in his gut, beginning as a rumble that crescendos in tandem with the swell of his ire. the bellow explodes forth with resounding force -- enough to tear through the unforgiving autumn gusts and ensnare the ears of his foolhardy opponent.

there's no doubt in his mind that she can discern him on the horizon now, rocketing toward her with visceral abandon. with his tail still in motion, anaxagoras calls upon agility -- and morphs into naught but a blur of motion. aided by his wind amulet, he crosses the arena's threshold - where grass gives way to dust and silt - in record time. her face, though still distant, becomes more detailed with every reaching stride. choler writhes in the chasms of a visage contorted by unfathomable grit and determination. another bone-piercing snarl flees his lips as they wrinkle and writhe away from slick, unsheathed fangs. the war-cry rides on the current of a maelstrom, which quickens his breathing and the rate at which his tail whips to and fro. it begins near his flank and rushes forth, ruffling the thick wreath of fur 'round his neck in passing. the powerful, whirling force - meant to hinder sight and unbalance foes - sends thick clouds of dirt and bits of small debris whirling through the air. he leans into the raging winds while nails clutch at the ground for traction, ducking his head to both protect his throat and weather the sheer force preceding him. with the aid of agility and an ectomorph's speed, anaxagoras closes the distance at over 50 miles an hour*, while narrowed eyes focus upon her right back leg. though he's moving far too fast to strike with acute precision**, the legionnaire hopes to utilize the added advantage gained from using maelstrom to streak by her jaws and embed his teeth in the flesh of the limb. regardless of where his teeth lodge in the meat of her hide, anaxagoras would immediately venture to use their collision to his advantage by relying on momentum to swing his hips in a wide arc, while his pads slide across the dusty ground; if he secures a grip, the umbra-beast plans to anchor himself by using orestes' as a pivot point to nullify any residual momentum which fueled his blitzkrieg. his tail would fan out for balance, limbs splayed to steady himself while nails clutch at the ground beneath. those eyes remain narrow and ears flattened, while a thick swath of bristling hackles persist along his spine; his sternum would stoop toward the ground as he hunkers, fortifying himself against his thicker, wider sibling. inky lips lift like curtains, making way for teeth seeking to scrape against bone.

anaxagoras vs. Orestes
for heir to the legion
move one of four
dodge available
elements engaged
372 EP
five days to reply
two wins, one draw, zero defeats


* derived from the biology & wind pack page.
** no exact target specified for realism -- he is moving far too fast for a specific muscle to be targeted.
*** vagueness intended to allow orestes to determine details. adjustments and damage will be included in my next post.











Posted 05-02-2017, 04:48 PM |
Orestes
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M A T U R E




Narrowed golden eyes press into the growing from of her brother. There is rage there: a burning passion to destroy. His failing absence, his frailty in the affairs of these mortals and his chosen bitch. Her heart races, breathing increasing as her claws dig into the dust of the ruins, cold and hard. Her paw pads are seemingly numb as she focuses on nothing else. She knew why he was here and it would be all the more glorifying to rip his worth from him. He deserved not what he'd simply been given. Orestes would earn it. She hunkers down further, anchoring her endomorph weight on skilled paws. Her weight would be supported on curled hind legs, ready to propel her forward. You've failed, brother. And so suddenly does he wretch forward in a speed Orestes is unaccustomed to. She is taken aback but she knows this must be the trick of the gods. Anaxagoras was not worth a damn without their gods! Her hackles flare and she is braced immediately for impact, narrowed eyes searching the streak of brown/black against her. Her ears remain folded, muzzle wrinkled and dipped down with a lowered head. Orestes need not rely on the gods to obliterate him, she'd do it by her own glory! He'd failed the Dalmascas, abandoned them and she would be the fury and the punishment of their legion!

So suddenly the wind rushed against her, sending dust and debris flying full fledged into her face. Her eyes would squint in pain as she seethed in her snarls, front left paw aiming to scrape her eyes before quickly abandoning that hope. They burned instantly, stinging against the foreign shit in her eyes. She didn't need to see him to fuck his shit up. She turns to her right just in time for his jaws to embed into her right peronus brevis. Higher up on her leg because he is taller and she is hunkered. Wind rushed past her, sending tufts of fur flying in every direction and she dares crack her eyes in agony as pain rears in the depths of her leg. He wrenches her with his momentum, flaying flesh and muscle and her body feels numb but even in shock pain is inevitable and it fuels the Harpy Queen. Her leg comes out from beneath her as weight shifts to accommodate this quickly. It extends slightly in his grasp, awkwardly and painfully. However, she is an unmovable force, something she prided herself on.* Jaws scrape and slide inside her leg an there is fire that radiates upwards in her leg.

As she turns to her right her jaws would part wide, angling downward as she makes out his form barely through her pained eyes. She aims for his face**, unrelenting and nearly determined to just wreck him. She no longer just cared for heir, but simply sought to punish him for his treachery. Vengeance for the legion! If any of their other brethren dared return they would meet the same fate. Orestes would be sure to make them feel the wrath of abandonment. Powerful jaws seek to come crushing down, seeking to carve into and redecorate his face. She cared naught to save his eyes in the process. She simply cared naught. Folds of flesh would wrinkle on the right side of her neck as she turned, protecting her neck from him and even so she aimed for his stupid face. Her neck is still lowered (more so in her dive), saving her on the other side as well. Her hackles were bristled with spaced and bent limbs (the ones still on the ground) Her front legs were extended to curl her hopefully into Anaxagoras as he flayed her limb. Her tail would lash behind her to attempt aid in balance, her muzzle still wrinkled into a maddening snarl as she wished only to devastate.

Orestes VS Anaxagoras
for Heir
01 of 04 moves
5 days to reply
elements.

1 defeat. 1 draw. 2 victories.

"speech"

*Endomorphs are harder to manipulate physically & have better balance per Biology Page

** not specific as he'll be moving.

MUSCLES










Posted 05-03-2017, 10:41 AM |
Anaxagoras
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PUSH IT BABY, PUSH IT BABY OUT OF CONTROL,
i've got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow!

as his teeth anchor into the flesh of her right peronus brevis, the sheer force of impact due to his momentum and her immovability causes anaxagoras' body to suffer moderate whiplash. pain shoots through his teeth to live within the gums, radiating and throbbing against his protests to clench tighter the hold he's obtained. equal parts agony and seething rage manifest in a string of cursed snarls -- though the meat of her leg stuffed in his jowls muffles the noise. before he can attempt to maneuver himself further beyond her reach, anaxagoras bears witness to the flash of fangs through narrow slits for eyes -- and he, stubborn and unwilling to relinquish his grasp, endures the blow with a strangled roar. her teeth carve three thin, lengthy gashes along his face; the second narrowly misses his right eye, catching both lids instead. his teeth reactively clench with all the might he can muster, fighting the urge to release. ears pin tighter against his skull, the tips burrowing in the length of his lengthy shawl to be spared the clip of fangs. searing pain sets his face afire, a precursor to hot blood beginning to trail down his snout and cheeks in thick rivulets. it forces his right eye closed, a deterrent to stay the invasion of blood until the flow ceases. anaxagoras, provoked and incensed by retribution, tenaciously bears down on the portion of her leg in his mouth and begins to squeeze and thrash with grievous intent to inflict maximum damage. his goal is to gnash through tendon and sinew to reach the joint where bone connects to both incapacitate and unbalance his opponent. hackles quiver on end as his tail lashes ceaselessly behind him, fortifying his own balance. at once, he swings his flank to his left, toward orestes' tail to swiftly realign his hind end. he aims to shift his back legs until he is nearly behind and almost parallel to orestes, with the thick of her haunches level with his shoulders. anaxagoras means not only to jerk back with the limb betwixt his jaws, furthering his ventures to uproot the mountain, so he might watch her crumble -- but the legion-beast also angles his head earthward to avoid another collection of nasty gashes, and to cautiously guard his throat. dust clouds rise beneath his shuffling paws; he focuses on keeping his stance wide and splayed, and grips the earth with blunt nails to maintain stability and traction. blood continuously streams down his cheek and throat, dripping to the ground with wet splats from the long fibers of his mane -- a steady reminder of the price she would inevitably pay for her arrogance.

anaxagoras vs. Orestes
for heir to the legion
move two of four
dodge available
elements engaged
372 EP
five days to reply
two wins, one draw, zero defeats














Posted 05-03-2017, 12:32 PM | This post was last modified: 05-03-2017, 12:32 PM by Balian
Balian
Rogue
Male, 3.50
Endomorph
37 in, 133 lbs
424 ep
© Hae

It is with a sharp gaze that he settles at the edge of the arena, eyes trained on the visceral battle with a thousand questions running through his mind. There had always been a whisper of connection between the Divine and his comrade, his holy brother, but it had always been unanswered and unconfirmed. It was now unmistakable. Anaxagoras fought viciously with the mountainous woman, her violently auburn fur glistening like a blood beacon, and for what they sought to win, the Wind King was not positive. A frown settled on his face, brows furrowed in concern for what mysteries would be unraveled at the end. Nevertheless, it was clear he was a solid supporter of the inky Dalmascan prince – and not only because they shared the same magic, or served the same God. With first blood already shed, Tyrus was tense, almost unconsciously leaning forward. To his side sat a loose bundle of first aid utensils, gathered and contained in animal hide, to be used only if necessary.

observing











Posted 05-04-2017, 10:40 AM |
Orestes
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ep
© 


As Anaxagoras moved, her leg is hyperextended in his momentum. A stifling burning rears inside her leg and surges in her hip. It felt as if muscles, veins, or whatever had popped. It is fire and she is sure her leg might be wretched out of it's proper positioning, bone grinding against bone. Anaxagoras could rip her leg off and she would still devour him! She can feel his jaws tighten pressure emphasizing the intense fire that seeped through her flesh, dulled only by fury and adrenaline. She must press on. His snarls vibrate her flesh and makes her skin crawl as her hackles remain flared with all sorts of emotions. Even as she strikes, like a cobra, carving into his face her grasp is wrenched from her and she finds herself trying to stay upright and hunkered. Her legs were kept as wide as possible, bent at the joints with her weight moreso poised on her left to keep her stable. Paws skid and nails scratch the stone beneath her as Anaxagoras' momentum moves her only just. Paws clench desperate to hold her and her legs brace to help anchor her better. As her teeth slide from his face, her eyes part again, stinging slightly but somehow the rolling of her eyeballs had worked some of the debris from her golden gaze. Through slits she watches her failure of a brother, envious of his maneuverability, as she tries her best to remain curled in the "c" shape.

She's pissed him off though and through a satisfied snarl he clamps down, making her own teeth click in fury and pain, brow knitting as he thrashes. Though this hardly disorients her because he lacked the power she had*, but didn't mean it hurt any less. Teeth etch and carve into muscle and tendons as Orestes braces her front legs more now to hold her steady in his grasp. She can feel a distinct popping in her hip, pain still radiating there now as agony filled her leg and blood sopped against her flesh and fur. Fuck her leg. She back peddles with Anaxagoras' lurch, aiming to save herself some damage and even so she curls again to her right, this time as her lowered head struck forward, muzzle dipped downward slightly, her jaws aimed directly for Anaxagoras' muzzle her right hind leg attempting to swing back towards the correct positioning quickly and powerfully and bring him back again.** She aims to snap her jaws directly onto his, her mandible connected to his and beneath, her maxilla above and connected to his own, hopefully. She aims to find a hold and come crushing down, whether or not her own leg would be damaged in the process. At least this way it would be quick and expected, unlike the sawing her brother was trying to achieve. She sways in her awkward balance and her left hind leg would curl beneath her to lower her to the ground and keep her stationary, her left front leg extended to curl her into Anaxagoras' face again. Her ears would remain melted in her skull, muzzle wrinkled, tail curled beneath her as she "sat" and her throat safe from him. His silence would be golden!

Orestes VS Anaxagoras
for Heir
02 of 04 moves
5 days to reply
elements.

1 defeat. 1 draw. 2 victories.

"speech"

MUSCLES
BONES (mandible it bottom part of jaw, maxilla is the top part.)

* Ectomorph Disadvantages per the biology page: Lacking raw strength, Bone injuries common in spars, & Easier to physically manipulate

** Left this up to you.










Posted 05-04-2017, 11:36 AM |
Storm
Bhaltair
Storm Wolf
Male, 6.00
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
587 ep
© Sabrina
  Vehemence became him. Bhaltair rocketed toward the arena, violent strides carrying his massive frame with surprising haste, his body emboldened by equal parts adrenaline and impetuosity. The gods had seen it fit to steer his son and heir back to the heart of Doutaini - what had beleaguered him so, that he'd sought isolation over the glory of the Legion? In the back of his mind, he shared Orestes' fury, but it was blindingly tempered by the relief he felt at having even one of his lost children returned to him. That they now warred for an heir's crown and title that he, himself, had bestowed meant little; such was the Dalmascan way. He meant only to set eyes upon the battle before it met a bloody end - but that devilish speed that had swept Anaxagoras unto the arena had not been blessed upon Bhaltair. When, at last, he arrived, those valiant Legionnaires were already locked by tooth and claw, the ground slicking with blood beneath their feet; he breathed heavily, devouring the heavy stench of combat, and moved with infernal intent toward his clashing children, two heathens caught in their feral engagement. His own dark lips writhed away from slavering jaws as he offered a snarl of support, of encouragement - to witness their ferocity enthused the king and roused in his heart of hearts an uproarious fire of elation. Let them bleed for the crown; let them surpass him a thousand times over in renown! Such was his hope for each of his children - perhaps doubly so, then, for his eldest two. Bhaltair paced anxiously, rending the earth with dark, blunt nails, eager to slip into his own battledress and war alongside them.










Posted 05-04-2017, 05:37 PM |
Water
Sullivan
Water Beta
Male, 3.75
Meso-fighter
35 in, 125 lbs
128 ep
© KittyKookiez

Another challenge of Divine. This time, it is a challenge for the title of Heir. And, much to his surprisement (although he should expect stuff like this), Bhaltair is not the one to answer the call, but Anaxagoras instead. The two ambitious wolves battle it out, and the King stands by to watch eagerly. Bhaltair seemed laid-back in these decisions...he must really trust the judgement of the two wolves fighting. Sullivan, however, is not amused. Anaxagoras was once a member of Wind, he saw, only to switch to Divine (and, without his knowledge, then to Earth), only to return to Wind and now -- ready to leave them again. Really a shame.

Still, his opinion matters not. So he merely sits and waits for the end of the brawl and the final judgement.


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Posted 05-04-2017, 06:35 PM |
Anaxagoras
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in, lbs
ep
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PUSH IT BABY, PUSH IT BABY OUT OF CONTROL,
i've got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow!

though his opponent lacks the limberness that empowers him, she compensates with raw brawn. this inherent understanding impacts the prince's every move, even as she swoops in again to assault his face. her limited maneuverability prevents her teeth from closing around his own jaws* ( which are embedded securely within the back swath of her hind leg ), yet the crest of his abyssal crown remains exposed and just within reach. this time around, anaxagoras reflexively ducks as he witnesses gnashing canines swiftly advancing upon his face. his visage contorts to brace for the pain to come while ears press deep into the folds of flesh, bunched at the scruff beneath his leonine mane. as he recoils, his jaws instinctively unhinge to release the limb; her attack collides with the bone of his skull just as he wrenches his teeth from her flesh. orestes scrapes through skin and fur as she grasps fruitlessly for purchase, and while his attempt to avoid further harm marginally lessens the blow, orestes leaves her mark - a smattering of gouges and cuts - above his brow. the onslaught does little for the tinge of temporary dizziness creeping in; it disorients him for a moment, and he resists swaying unsteadily in the wake of wind's side effects. he does not shun them, but instead allows their influence to serve as a solemn reminder of the price they must pay for power.

hackles wave wildly on end as the feeling quickly fades, and he yields then to a fresh surge of adrenaline, and to his visceral need to conquer. immediately after he relinquishes his hold, anaxagoras gathers the strength housed within his coiled limbs, bowing toward the earth prior to leaping forward with the power and precision of an arrow. he means to escape her seeking jowls and attempt to pounce upon her back with all his might**. paws tuck in as his legs extend to enable a streamlined, aerodynamic arc through the air. his lips seethe away from his teeth as he descends and ventures to snap hold of her scruff, just above the shoulders. he strikes with focused intent, hoping to utilize his own advantage of dexterity over her more powerful, yet inflexible frame. his maw retains an incline while shoulders push forward to aid in protecting his throat. if successful, anaxagoras intends to clamp his forelimbs on either side of her brawny frame to anchor himself upon her back, powerful jaws rooting for a fierce hold of the skin and flesh decorating her nape -- and for the opportunity to try and force her into submission from above. though his right eye remains all but closed, he keeps his left slit of an eye stubbornly trained upon orestes. blood continues to pour down his face from wounds both fresh and old, perpetuating the sting of her anger - her jealousy - throughout his face and skull. It becomes an ache that will persist throughout their titanous clash -- motivating him now, more than ever, to crush his opposition underfoot.

anaxagoras vs. Orestes
for heir to the legion
move three of four
dodge available
elements engaged
372 EP
five days to reply
two wins, one draw, zero defeats


thus far: residual soreness from mild to moderate whiplash; pain and bruising in gums and muzzle due to initial impact at high speed; three gashes ( the first trails from the top of his maw between the eyes, the second scrapes over his right eye, narrowly missing, while the third curves under the right eye in a semi-scythe along the cheek; superficial scrapes and a few deeper gouges along the skull, which bleed more due to their location; right eye currently unusable due to blood leakage.

* endomorph, lacks maneuverability.
** ectomorph, increased maneuverability.











Posted 05-04-2017, 08:56 PM |
Orestes
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Any simple bystander that came upon the gruesome scene might have been horrified, sure of their hatred and unsure of what exactly they might have been fighting about or for. However, there was a deep love rooted in all of Orestes magnificent fury. Anaxagoras was her brother. The only one that hadn't truly abandoned them, but he had tried. Orestes did not display her emotions, her love, like others. She preferred to try and eat them instead. Out of love, of course. Somehow, she knew she would not obtain the true grasp she desired. Her bulk prevented her from being as limber as he, but he was weak in comparison to her might! Even as she wrenches her leg to try and pull him back towards her again, it was somehow a frail attempt. As her teeth collide with his skull, desperate for a hold, he releases her and she is disoriented once more. No longer did her backside have the resistance of Anaxagoras' grasp and it is immediate the way her rear aims to sling to her left in attempts to right herself. She gasps, ribcage expanding again, sore from the positioning even as her right foot comes down to skip immediately to try and scoot her resting side back towards her, pain flared up her buttocks when she tries to face him again. Her head lowered with her muzzle dipped downward. Her eyes still burned through slits, eyes moist. Her ears were folded, melted into her unmarred skull for now. However, she is not quick enough as the smaller man lunches and she quickly abandons trying to right herself.

She slams her left shoulder into the cold hard ground, grunting and snarling as she tried to dip her muzzle further down to protect her throat. Anaxagoras is quick as shit though and his jaws find purchase on the right side of her neck just above her right shoulder, folds of flesh bundling against his grasp. Of course he would try that again, their first spar had been the same. How predictable. So Orestes falters again, purposefully as she allows Anaxagoras to push her, she rolls to her left aiming to roll beneath him in his leap, perhaps dragging him atop her simultaneously should he not release his grasp. (Anaxagoras was notorious for trying to keep a hold.) His breast would potentially be at an angle against hers their bodies poised like an "X" almost. (See poorly drawn diagram) Her fleshy neck would be flayed, twisted tight in her movements. Pain seared, but her leg felt worse than any scruffy hold he had. Blood seeped, neck hot and tight.

And So Orestes aimed to strike from beneath him should her roll be successful enough, her jaws dipped in this close proximity aimed to snap on his right sternomastoideus, nearer his collarbone.. She aimed to grab as much of the folds of flesh around his neck as she could to hold him firm in her grasp. Her front legs, curled to her chest extended slightly to press into Anaxagoras with curled toes. Her tail would fold against her underside as she moved to curl her hind legs beneath him and push hard forward an upwards. She would repeat this motion as she aimed to use her legs to try and disembowel him from beneath, while holding him in place with her mighty jaws, much like a cat did when playing. But Orestes wasn't playing. She would not truly disembowel him, only make him feel the potential pain of it. Pain would rear in her right leg, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make. Her throat would be protected enough in this position scrunched awkwardly beneath her strangeness, her back aching against the sharp stone that now dug into her spine.

Orestes VS Anaxagoras
for Heir
03 of 04 moves
5 days to reply
elements.

1 defeat. 1 draw. 2 victories.

"speech"

MUSCLES
BONES
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DIAGRAM EVA!

This is a mess and I am so sorry, please if you have any questions let me know.










Posted 05-04-2017, 09:05 PM |
Orestes
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http://imgur.com/a/1Cq8T

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Posted 05-06-2017, 11:55 AM |
Anaxagoras
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PUSH IT BABY, PUSH IT BABY OUT OF CONTROL,
i've got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow!

Surety is his shortfall, as he propels himself through the air and snatches a hold of the skin and flesh on her right side, between her neck and shoulder -- only to come crashing down, subject to the vehement downward lurch of her heavy body plummeting toward the ground. The motion is largely unexpected, and his jowls forcibly unhinge as he is thrown in the direction of her roll, to his left ( and now, her right ), as her back hits the ground with a dull thud. Anaxagoras hits the ground hard, his left side suffering the blow. Immediately he can feel the effect of muscles screaming in protest -- surely, his shoulder would be bruised for days to come. A snarl escapes his jowls as long limbs thrash and scramble in a swift attempt to right himself and reclaim balance. It isn't until he stands, ears thrust back, eyes narrowed ( at long last, the blood has dried enough for him to fully use his right eye again ) and jaws swung low over his throat, that he realizes the pain flaring along the thick swath of skin comprising his chest; it is where her teeth had struck in her attempt to snatch a grip prior to him hurtling toward the ground, and the warm sensation of trickling blood beneath his thick mane ( perhaps his only saving grace from a more grievous wound ) only accentuates the pain skittering through the superficial scrapes. With hackles raised and quivering, he shifts his paws to a wider stance, talons grappling at the unforgiving earth below -- and, with his tail flicking behind him, he lunges with the impressive speed of agility, hoping it sees him through. Stooping low, he ventures to descend upon her before she's had a chance to rise from the dusty ground; gnashing teeth aim to snake between her right foreleg and broad skull to latch around the sweet spot comprised of her jugular. If successful, Anaxagoras looks to utilize the small opening to snatch the hold and pin her down by the throat; he yearns to wreath the deadly vice-grip of his jaws around her neck in a wide enough grip to prevent serious harm to the flesh of his sister, but to nullify her ability to retaliate. Even as he strikes forth with the intent to end the battle, once and for all, pain blossoms through his face, chest and shoulder -- and, while adrenaline sees him through, there's a slight, albeit noticeable hindrance to his speed as a result. While he wields superiority in flexibility and motion, the effects of their battle are beginning to seep through the flesh, urged further by exhaustion -- it eagerly awaits the departure of his chemical aid, though he means to ride it through to the end. Pain or not, this is not a battle he's willing to lose -- his body might heal, but his dutiful pride lives deep within his bones, beyond the reach of anguish or fatigue.

anaxagoras vs. Orestes
for heir to the legion
move four of four
dodge available
elements engaged
health excellent
372 EP
five days to reply
two wins, one draw, zero defeats


thus far: residual soreness from mild to moderate whiplash; pain and bruising in gums and muzzle due to initial impact at high speed; three gashes ( the first trails from the top of his maw between the eyes, the second scrapes over his right eye, narrowly missing, while the third curves under the right eye in a semi-scythe along the cheek; superficial scrapes and a few deeper gouges along the skull, which bleed more due to their location; moderately bruised left shoulder/a few mild bruises on the left side; superficial scrapes on the right side of his chest, just beneath the collarbone.

* woops was forgetting health until now. added it above. (:











Posted 05-06-2017, 03:23 PM | This post was last modified: 05-06-2017, 05:30 PM by Panik
Panik
Spirit
Female, 6.00
Endomorph
35 in, 110 lbs
290 ep
© tig
O how well her feet know this ground -- she walks these floors with an awareness of the twists and turns, eyes turned only for the furtive movements of harried creatures who skulk in the crumpled skeletons of another age. Such a wide, desolate expanse carries sound all too well. ( she wonders, idly, if divine magic wills it. If it was the power of the gods themselves that carried the death knell from her mouth. ) one ear cocks atop her head to the low sounds of battle waging, of the thick sounds of body against body and the little noises of havoc wrecked on another.

Yet, it is the intent of that woman's bellow that attracts her specifically. are you a rival for my crown? the flat gleam of those mercury eyes considers the idea, lifts it to the light and scrutinises the very concept without shame. It is with this same hungry interest that she would observe the battle. Carefully, those lithe limbs carry her from among the stone, thighs pressed with dusty imprints and tail a dull banner even as it arches in sly announcement behind those razor hips. queen. she'd make them all remember, with every breath, that she had earned it for herself. Now, it was just a matter of keeping it. Quietly, the woman would settle herself in Bhaltair's proximity - beside him. never behind his shoulder, never - hinderlimbs easing to one side as a pale calf extends and toes grope across the air in a languid stretch. 'They're yours?' she asks after a moment of careful atttentiveness, sterling eyes sliding between eyes in three shadows of ignition and the obvious similarities in the locks of that bull of a woman and the king beside her. As for that slim man -- she could divine no other reason why one of haruko's wolves would ever contend. 'i'll visit other places soon. Perhaps i can say hello, from you.' the smile that accompanies those words is disconcerting, a slim little thing of steel that is more grimace than grin. So long has it been since she wore the tint of the royal status -- an eon, since her outburst, the hot burn of anger in her throat and the soft taste of a babe's blood -- and she shifts a little under the weight, thin shoulders folding forwards a moment in a skulk, jaw pressed tightly to her own throat as she catches the soft gleam of another of haruko's gems. a shift, a fluid movement that gestures to the vassal: tyrus valentine, that zephyr king. 'who is that?'










Posted 05-07-2017, 10:33 PM |
Orestes
Unregistered
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in, lbs
ep
© 

Endomorph. 34 inches. 125 pounds. Excellent health.


She can feel every breath, laboriously heaved. Every heartbeat that radiates in her torn leg. Is it broken? It flopped uselessly, every twitch incredibly painful. Even if Anaxagoras had gnawed it off she would still press on. The bite of the cold air stung her wound, so open, so destroyed. Truly, Orestes hadn't expected Anaxagoras to be so fucking flimsy. As her back presses against the cold stone floor, bruises welling up from the sharp stones that protruded into her backside, she stills her breathing, stinging narrowed eyes watching Anaxagoras as he falters to her right and she finds sweet release. Frail! So she twists continuously to her right, to try and face him, abandoning the desire to disembowel him for she is ever aware of his fangs. Luckily for her rather useless limb now as the thought of putting pressure on it made her grimace. Though she isn't as maneuverable as he. Even as her teeth had sunk into his chest she aimed to strike and strike again, to flay his chest open but he moves with the quickness of the gods! So she aims to support weight on her right, turning always in what would potentially be a 360. Blood seeps and cracks against her movements in the folds of her neck even as he rushes her and her muscles flex. Her ears are melted into her skull, hackles flared as she moves. Her muzzle is seemingly forever frozen in a passionate snarl.

She had hardly moved this spar, Anaxagoras had done most of the severe rushing, she had just pivoted accordingly and thus this spared a good deal of her energy. Not to mention she hadn't relied on the gods for conquering this spar! She was not fast, she knew this. It would have been a waste to rush him. However, even so, her muscles burn in exhaustion, ribcage aching. So, with her movements Anaxagoras' grip comes just barely on her left side of her sterno-hyoideus, nearer the bottom and the center*. Again folds of flesh and fur grow tight against her neck and there is a slight panic. Because what mortal would not panic with the insane proximity? There is a deafening roar from Orestes Dalmasca as she turns still, this time aiming for something more.

Her front left leg aims to swing towards Anaxagoras, attempting to block him from directly hitting her. Joints locking as her paw aims to press into his now wounded chest. And so his hold is on the fatty folds of her neck, deathly close to her jugular. But this is something she anticipated. She continues turning to her right, her left arm swinging upwards this time, loosely aiming to fold and land on the back of his neck and press downward, potentially using him as leverage and to drive him down. Right at the conjunction of neck to skull hopefully. So she keeps moving to her right which would now be her left in her roll. And so she would aim to roll her neck and left side of her breast (very small portion and possibly not at all) onto his skull and bare down her immense weight against him at this smaller point. (this of course might make him release as the positioning would possibly be awkward and painful)Her own jaws would part to aim to her left against Anaxagoras' neck awkwardly and to shove downward. Weight would be on her left, aiming to press into Anaxagoras and pin him, her tail still curled beneath her as she pushed with her right foreleg to bare weight down unto him along with her wrinkled muzzle. This is hopefully a quick movement as the extension of her right hind leg would be required, she aims to push and then drop, seething in pain, half yelping, half snarling. Her left hind leg would aim to quickly scramble and push her into him, saving her wounded right limb slightly. Scream for mercy!



Orestes VS Anaxagoras
for Heir
04 of 04 moves
5 days to reply
elements.

1 defeat. 1 draw. 2 victories.

"speech"

MUSCLES
BONES

forgot health too lol
*OK so im envisioning the sterno-hyoideus is basically the jugular or is surrounding it. so if she turned to face him and he aimed directly for it, then it would land just off to her left of it, not directly center.










Posted 05-07-2017, 10:42 PM |
Divine
Lypso'ru
Divine Beta
Female, 4.00
Endomorph
32 in, 110 lbs
209 ep
© Lou
She is without babe this time, as muddied feet bring her forth once again into the arenas. The battle squeels of pigs and lions, echoing through rock tunnels and bouncing off cliff ledges. She is silent as she approaches, having regained her muscular edges and curvaceous lines, she takes the open ended spot next to Bhaltair. Orestes, a wolf she knew was blood tied by king, but no more. Judgement passes bright features as limbs fold and groan below, she tilts her head to watch the two in mid move. Blood hangs heavy overhead, but she has become ignorant to its' effects, she is simply there to observe the outcome. Wind wolf versus Divine, it was for mere title, not for rights. "He was of Divine," she speaks suddenly, as if to herself, she remembers him from that very first meeting, but then too he bore a different pendant. Jaws fall closed in confusion, so instead she waits for which will be left standing.

Please tag me if I forget to reply within 3 days. <3










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