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Posted 02-27-2018, 06:51 PM |
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Heir
Male, 1.75
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
39 ep
© vik
-a spin-off from "rapture." (admin approved)
Reality bites hardest when least expected.

Asclepius was not dead.

Vahagn stared in utter bewilderment at the man he’d once called brother, eyes wide with shock, heart leaping against the front of his chest, hackles bristling slowly into a charcoal-black ridgeline. Swallowing hard, he stepped forward. One step, two steps, then three, on paws as knuckled and heavy as those of a wolverine. He flatly ignored the children, and the bloody fight racing deliriously toward its ultimate conclusion, and all the other wolves around them, in favor only of that blasphemous spectacle of Asclepius shattering his collar. So that’s where you’ve been hiding. The purple shards became dust at the man’s feet.

“Asclepius,” Vahagn whispered hoarsely. But, jarred by his own voice, the floodgates of all his pent-up aggression and concern and anger suddenly burst open with a ferocity he could not contain. It felt almost like an epiphany. Asclepius. Traitor.

The Rebel boy lowered his head and sunk his weight onto his elbows and knees. His tail raised into a sickle over his hips, and his hornlike ears curved stiffly up toward the sky. The wrinkles of his brow lay heavy over his narrowed eyes. Rage blistered across his muzzle, carving soft creases up the bridge of his snout. He pulled his lips back and tucked in his tongue, lowering his parting jaws across his throat as he walked closer and closer.

Speed was not his asset. But like a glacier, he was powerful and relentless.

“Brother,” he rumbled low in his throat, the sound quaking across his own ribs and sternum. He came no closer after he hit a distance of about four-and-a-half feet apart, but bent his joints and widened his stance and attempted to hold the head-to-head gap between them for all the time it took to inhale and release a deep breath. Palpable tension broiled inside him like the pressure in a magma chamber, making his loose skin quiver across his flanks. The midday sun seemed more oppressive and sweltering than ever; he was used to the hot temperature in his shedding spring coat, but his rage now stoked his core into an inferno fiery enough to match the star-heat yoked upon him from the sky. So be it. He would burn himself out before he gave up. He tensed into his shoulder blades, pooling his thick scruff over his lower neck and upper back. His hackles seemed to rattle like spears. His pulse pounded hard in his wrists as he stared at the older wolf through dour eyes. He did not hide his intentions in the slightest. We owe each other.

Vahagn exploded forward. His nails scraped uselessly on the hardpacked ground, but his splayed toes gave his paw pads more surface area and enough traction to surge violently toward his target. If the short range had been held, his assault would likely be difficult to avoid even with a relatively slow takeoff, as powerful back legs propelled him forward.

His ears snapped to his skull. His tail flew down and out behind him like a rudder. Two-thirds of his weight swung into his chest as he made a battering ram out of his body, braced for impact. At the last moment, he launched his chest upward by straightening his front legs. His front paws lifted about four inches off the ground, and his left paw aimed to land immediately outside and slightly behind Asclepius’s right front leg. Vahagn raised his right paw like a cudgel. He tried to hammer it into the cleft between his opponent’s neck and left shoulder blade. He spread and flexed his toes, hoping any contact would anchor his nails into the man’s skin and let him very primitively clutch on.

At the same time, his jaws cracked wide open, barricading his throat under a mantle of teeth. Slavering jowls quivered and wrinkled back, while he snapped his gaping mouth in toward the left side of Asclepius’s head to try to get a full bite just behind the man’s jaw – his nose aimed to half-bury itself in the fur and flesh just under Asclepius’s left ear, as his eyes narrowed to slits.

All the while, he pushed forward, Ridge-trained muscles straining in an attempt to utterly conquer the man’s space through sheer strength. He anticipated his momentum would bring them chest-to-chest; and hoped his pitched mass would pin Asclepius’s backend under too much weight to maneuver effectively. The grip of his right paw, if successful, was meant to prevent the man from twisting away very easily. The location of his left front paw was intended to give him a tripod’s balance, for, as his forequarters came down again, his back legs staggered apart, with toes spread, for greater stability.

He did not intend to hold back any savagery from his attack. He meant to come just short of killing his Red Brother. For your sake and mine.

Vahagn vs Asclepius
death grip
1 out of 4 moves/until grip?
4 days to respond?
14 ep. elements off
0/0 spars won
38 in. 135 lbs. (still growing) good health


Setting notes from "rapture."


"the arena [...] is standard. open rock stretches ahead, flat land crawled from gods know where. the grounds here are generally even, categorized faint cracks that carve the emptiness like a geometric omen. dust and stray pebbles blanket the sedimented grounds, but the layer is thin and hardly consequential as far as stability goes. the dust that dances in the wind will do no favors to dull the rough stone beneath. [...] it is midday, the sky entirely void of obstruction and stretching on ever further in blue serenity. the sun casts from almost directly above" (credit Sea)

takes place before summer (feb 10th)



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Posted 02-28-2018, 03:13 AM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
519 ep
© Lou
coming

Charlotte is riddled with scars from head to toe, the right side of her face is bare of fur, and both her ears are in tatters at the tips.



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Posted 03-01-2018, 11:16 PM |
Asclepius
Unregistered
,
in, lbs
ep
© 
(ooc: i plan on posting tonight, but i realize it may affect the deadline that was set. if i could get an extension on that, i'd appreciate it. i had thought it was five days. so it's my bad. silly joel. Vahagn Doutaini Staff )



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Posted 03-02-2018, 10:53 AM |
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Heir
Male, 1.75
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
39 ep
© vik
sure, not a problem :) we can up the deadline to 5 days if that works better, too.



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Posted 03-02-2018, 06:56 PM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
519 ep
© Lou
The fight had been suspenseful, a white-knuckled, edge of the seat, type of battle. Usually, the ones' Charlotte liked the most, she had always been interested in the abilities of others, learning from the way they twist and turn and gnash their teeth into flesh. Today though, had been one of her own, and she could feel it in the air, the sense of panic from the crowd. Ryu was new to the rebel lands but just as soon as he'd crossed that border- he had become family. The other, a woman she didn't know but from Enigma- enough said. Charlotte wasn't a fan of the pack, though she had friends within it, her loyalties would only ever lie with Rebel. When Asclepius had arrived, carting about three young babes, she had been too shocked to move. Their eyes had met across the arena and all she wanted to do was rip his throat out, but the babes, the mother in her had cried, while the beast begun to rattle its' cage.

By the time the fight was over her attention had shifted to her youngest, a stern boy with the courage of a lion, he was a warrior from head to toe. It was no surprise when he turned and raised his hackles at their former king, a man who Vahagn had placed his trust in, only to have it broken for the first time in his life (a moment he'd remember forever). She remembers that day in the ridge when the young boy had questioned her, put her in the spotlight with his tight-lipped requests; why haven't we looked for him? why did he leave? She hadn't had an appropriate answer for him, only the promise that she would start looking for him harder, to find out why he'd left them. She was too late.

Asclepius - brother -

"Vahagn?" Her legs ache from having been folded too long, she didn't want to leave Verona (though she figured the young healer would show as much concern as she). Her face contorts, agony fading into the black fibers in her features, the scarred flesh, her chest opens up in a rumbling growl, an explosion of sound and bristling fur as her hackles stand bolt upright. "Don't you-" too late, Vahagn speeds forwards like a rumbling boar for the fallen king, a battle ram with precise movements that under any other circumstances; she'd have been proud of. Her lips roll off ivories and she circles the arena in a few quick bounds to where Asclepius was, scooping his three children in a singular, graceful movement to the side before their collision inevitably, took them out as well.* She stands there towering over them, ears pinned, her head slung low after she casts a rally call to the sky for her wolves. Eyes ignited and green as the spring time grasses, grip to her son with every part of her being she has left. The consequences of this would be horrendous.
Asclepius Vahagn Verona Famine Roswell Praelia Nicharion anyone else lol


*Charlotte has made an /attempt/ to snatch the three babes out of the way, where she'd stand over them. (Let me know if this isn't alright!)

Charlotte is riddled with scars from head to toe, the right side of her face is bare of fur, and both her ears are in tatters at the tips.



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Posted 03-03-2018, 12:36 AM |
Asclepius
Unregistered
,
in, lbs
ep
© 
"must learn by my being cut up and torn,
kill, and dissect me, love ; for this
torture against thine own end is ;
rack'd carcasses make ill anatomies."



he wanted this, the pulse and reaping. defeat shaped him, vowed his void a new level of enchantment. he, who so transgressed perimeters and the integrity of others, wanted the force of an intrusion. to be destroyed, violated. surgery had been a humiliation, a disfigurement; but it has stripped him of the manner. the boundary he emits with his moderation, little after little, he has been transformed. his wheel, turned, in sync with the world he had left behind. he had severed them to create his own gravity, at one with the wills and geography of his mind. nature was not meant to be cut off, or managed. it was fluid, as his anticipation for this moment is water. inspiration presented itself with all the viciousness of unrequited passion, whatever the concept or trial. it finds him. the truth, always found him. bloody and vulgar. his tailored suit covered scales and filth. brother, it called him. he, the many-faced man, watched in mild amusement (and relief) as charlotte swept the boys from him. he held no regret for what had passed. he owned every scar and caliber of impulse, but his children?

he could not fathom his sins carried down upon them.

limbs spread according to his figure's coil. it braced, not tense but loose in his stillness. a void waiting for consumption. within range of his grasp, asclepius roused. elastic, snapping. he means to situate his footing, his hinds bent to allow room for his lunge. teeth dragged with his moving, down his temple to displace meat from his ear. the pain was enlightening; the naked, violent truth. he felt warm trickling, pores screaming wider and more. infused with the virus of frenzy, his own jaws seek the open area underneath his opponent's nape. all that bundled tissue and hackles, a neat handle for his mouth. whatever hold attained, he meant to deepen it with the curvature of his fangs and force. there - he would use the lever of his body and his opponent's, to shake relentlessly. he felt the limb, as it crashed against his shoulders, anticipating the clarity of what followed. it clings to him, his saliva and narrowed eyes. each pupil dilated and fixed on nothingness. there was a craft to each joint, as if liquid, no position he could find would be convinced. he ensured his gestures were an oil spill. toes, splay over stone, legs reach and extend with each jerking motion. it was a feral dance. his lips wrinkling with delight, his breathing processed calmly. there was no tactic here.

he is free in all the ways of a red machine.

asclepius vs vahagn
for a death grip
1 of 5 moves
5 day deadline
elements are off. 63 EP.
35 in. x 130 lbs. meso-fighter.
moderate health. dodge unused.
1 wins. 1 losses. 1 draws.
notes: thank you, friend, and good luck! if there's any confusion, lemme know. i'm excited to see how this unfolds. i will also be posting deucalion here for further reaction. Vahagn



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Posted 03-04-2018, 04:27 PM |
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Heir
Male, 1.75
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
39 ep
© vik
He felt his teeth cleave through flesh. He tasted blood; felt wolf hair on his tongue. But Asclepius was flowing with movement, and then Vahagn felt teeth puncture the left side of his neck,* hacking through nerves and muscle, ripping up tufts of fur and layers of tissue when Asclepius started shaking his head. Vahagn’s three paws milled the stone for balance against the unsteadying battery. Hot, dark blood gushed into his ruff. Tenderness flared in his neck, from head to withers. The wounds radiated waves of sharp pain like the aftershocks of an earthquake.

Rage clouded this thinking.

His bristling tail lanced stiffly out and upward. Eyes dilated, gaping at his opponent from under furrowed brows. His ears flicked dominantly upright. Hackles sprayed across his shoulders. He redoubled his attempts to heave his body into his opponent’s, propelling himself mightily with powerful back legs so they might meet chest-to-chest and he might bring his full weight to bear down on the man. His toes spread, tendons popping against his skin, nails grinding against the sun-baked stone. His muscles tensed, making himself rigid as a wooden beam, reinforcing his stability and strength at the cost of his flexibility. Only the elbows, wrists, and knees remained unlocked, stance widening and rocking to compensate for his opponent’s fluid thrashing.

It was not unlike trying to pin water. But Vahagn seized upon every fleeting moment that Asclepius shook his head closer – the boy tried surging in like a warship on the ram, jaws searching for a wider, fuller, more secure bite slightly up and around the left-side of the man’s neck behind the skull. At the same time, he tried pushing his right forepaw against the man’s left shoulder blade, trying to corkscrew his opponent’s neck down to the man’s right side.* The crushing pressure behind Vahagn’s teeth offered no mercy; the soft wrinkles of his snout and bloody, spit-flecked lips broadcast his ferocity for all to see.

Belatedly, he saw his alpha from the periphery of his tunneled vision. A grayscale near-blur. Vahagn could barely comprehend the sight with his mind fogged by instinctive fury, but his mental focus adjusted enough to regard Roswell as an extension of himself. Two parts of the same body.†

The pressure and exposure to the air were starting to make his wounds numb at the edges, and frigidly cold near the muscles and along each new tear. Juxtaposed against the hot sun on his back, the hot blood down his neck, it made Vahagn feel feverish.

Vahagn & Roswell? vsAsclepius
death grip
2 of 5 moves
5 days to respond
14 ep. elements off
0/0 spars won
38 in. 135 lbs. (still growing) good health
ooc: @joel, sure thing, and same to you! gl to both of ya
* content warning (dog fighting) - reference photos
† ignore paragraph if roswell’s post isn’t allowed



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Posted 03-04-2018, 04:51 PM | This post was last modified: 03-04-2018, 04:51 PM by Famine
Rebel
Famine
Rebel Gamma
Female, 5.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 80 lbs lbs
54 ep
© Sylvirr
She is here, but to watch. She is here to heal. She scowls slightly, watching them as they begin to tear and rip at each other, rivulets of blood beginning to spill free unto the ground. Men are stupid, she thinks, foolish creatures.
Perhaps this is why she has yet to find one, besides...No, she will not think of him now.Not today.
She ghosts closer, blackened gaze following the staggering and stilted movements of the men--no, the boys as they ram and slam and gnash and bite, and her lip only peels back in disgust before she takes note of what, exactly, is occurring. What--do they seek to punish Asclepius for his departure? Do they seek to embed his sins into his flesh?
How stupid. Flesh wounds heal, but emotional ones, less so. Why not simply disregard him and be done with it, instead of wasting precious time and precious blood on a fool? Perhaps she feels particularly vindictive today.

Perhaps she feels slighted. Whatever it is, she feels only disgust at the current display, though at least it may be a good lesson for Verona to take notes from, as she was--at the very least--used to taking care of Roswell's scrapes and bruises.

Idiot boy.










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Posted 03-04-2018, 04:57 PM |
Mercury
Enigma Sub-Alpha
Male, 6.50
Ectomorph
41.35 in in, 102.22 lbs lbs
549 ep
© Sylvirr
He hurries--he rushes as fast as he can from one end to the other, doing his best to keep up-- why why why? Too many-- too many, he isn't certain if his mind can hold it all, but his chest certainly can, and with great swarthing breaths, he leaps towards Charlotte's aid, moving in an attempt to snatch the babes right along with her. From one side of the arena to the other, he skids and nearly presses into Charlotte with his attempts to stop, and hopefully, he has made it in time. He can only swallow before he speaks, not recalling what it was he needed to say until the fact that there were wee babes there reminded him--right. "Lyras," he states, bluntly. He takes a moment, a long one to await Charlottes reaction,"It's... a long story. Lyra joined us in Enigma after....whatever happened in Wind. Asclepius hopped on the bandwagon and joined us briefly, as well. Lyra's children were born in the den beside Dax's--" Born into Enigma, though this he did not say--"I am to watch them, in the event that she is unable to. Them," he gestures briefly to Asclepius as well, as if he is included in the 'them' he speaks of.

Charlotte

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Posted 03-05-2018, 11:00 PM |
Julie
OOC Account
Female, 29.00
----
--- in, --- lbs
0 ep
© Julie
STAFF NOTE: We apologize for the inconvenience, but this spar is currently on hold for staff review. Time has been paused and we will post another staff note once the spar may resume. Thank you!


contact julie
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Posted 03-09-2018, 12:41 AM |
Julie
OOC Account
Female, 29.00
----
--- in, --- lbs
0 ep
© Julie
STAFF NOTE: This spar may now resume. Please note that in accordance to the Official Devil's Ruins Spar Rules and per Apax's request, Roswell's post has been removed from the thread. Asclepius has until March 12th at 6:07PM to reply.

Asclepius Vahagn


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Posted 03-12-2018, 04:18 PM |
Asclepius
Unregistered
,
in, lbs
ep
© 
Hey there, I’ll be able to reply tonight with what we talked about so we can get this moving along. Are you cool with that? It’ll be pass the deadline but I’ll make it worth the wait. :)

Vahagn



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Posted 03-12-2018, 06:01 PM |
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Heir
Male, 1.75
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
39 ep
© vik
Asclepius Sounds a-okay with me, take all the time you need :)



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Posted 03-14-2018, 07:35 PM |
Asclepius
Unregistered
,
in, lbs
ep
© 
"Dust devil swept you away Whirling playful dancing
What's left of you is Ash and urn and this silent Horizon."


Specks of him shift and rearrange, he accompanies pain with state. Blood, unable to clot in all his gruff movements, leak from their lesions. (old and new) It was numb without the sensation of numbness - he could not distinguish textures (ligaments stretching, torn and gushing) but surmount of pressure leaning against his front legs. All the joints, seemed to nurture the exhaustion and his teeth, but his body was early in its stages of sighing. It still raged and lumbered, cried. He crashed into him and knew the first intimacy. Skin. He honored it in every gesture his muscles performed. A wheeze, formed at the base of his throat, tucked at its discomforting angle. His chin, stretched, now was bare but that was the draw. He would expose himself to the violence, the undertow. Tail, tucked against his inner thigh, with his reeling. Ears, pinned, as his eyes closed briefly. And his mind followed, in the stream of his mind's palace. It wasn't that he escaped, he was free. He did not need to amount to something he was not - content. He did not fight consciousness, as his heart drilled into the distance as he received his fate.

"They are Valentines." He muttered, slivers of blood creasing over his tongue and drawl. His plea is wet and cursed. A fractured truth of desperation and honor. This was his destiny - to ensure their potential be exposed. Honed. Without the defect that had been Drago. "They do not belong in the dark. They are vessels of the Redrock. Take them-take them. Keep. Them. Safe. Ke-ehp-" lungs sigh, his pulse quickened before it fell in place among the rest of him. Spoiled meat. Spoiled soul. Greed savaged him. Categorized the limits of a man that believed the lies he often disguised. They will never know him. This were mercy, afforded only by his death, for true progress lay in the elevation of soul. Networks, merging. Humbled. He chartered his cruelty for love; but it was not a cure. Death was his cure. To be released from the colors and desires that evaded him. He manipulated. To never be seen through all the mirrors he'd presented. Image after image, a fraction of what it once was, turned towards the next. He had become the False Idol. The man in the mirror, who laughed and cursed him, was him. His true antagonist. His downfall. His peace. "God is dead. I am dead."

Asclepius has perished and requested @[Vahagn] to take his children to Rebel. Oh shit!



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Posted 03-14-2018, 08:14 PM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.50
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
519 ep
© Lou
Mercury is at her flank as she skids to the side with the children, she wasn't sure what was happening for a brief moment, before the pieces began to fit together. Hackles raise along her spine, knees lowering until her belly presses against the tops of the babes, her muzzle, looking almost identical to Mercury's these days, turning up to flash him a snarl of yellowing canines. "It is not your place to claim," she snaps, "these babes belong in the re-" behind her there is a thump and she turns in time to see Asclepius fall and Vahagn take the title of victor. Before his last breath, he murmurs words that Charlotte had literally been about to spit at the Enigma king, but now, she remains silent, for a breaths moment anyway. "Do not mistake my intentions, Mercury," she hisses quietly, for through their differences she is still fond of the beast from the darkness, "but I will not let you take them today." They belonged with the ridge, they belonged with Vahagn, for her son...her own flesh and blood- had just taken his first life. "Vahagn..." She whispers, lifting her head to check on him, to watch his reaction when the life beneath him; slips away for good. come to me baby...
VahagnMercury

Charlotte is riddled with scars from head to toe, the right side of her face is bare of fur, and both her ears are in tatters at the tips.



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