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Posted 06-02-2018, 12:01 PM |
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Heir
Male, 1.75
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
39 ep
© vik
open invitation to beat him up
Vahagn felt a different kind of anger lately. When he was just a boy, he'd felt the kind of anger that was soft and malleable, expressive but easily molded into certain words or actions. Now, Asclepius was dead. Now, it was time for war, time for telling others where to place their loyalties, and his anger had changed. It was heavy. It was menacing. It was something with hard-edges and definite weight, to be hammered into submission when words alone were once enough to temper it.

He vaguely considered this as he slouched into the arena. If he gave it enough thought, it would rattle him. How his rage seemed so often like a living thing cohabitating his skin, possessive and controlling. But he refused the temptation to know himself better, turning his attention outward instead. His rage was made for monsters, not men. He had only to find these enemies and funnel his anger toward their destruction.
The arena was littered with rubble, some stones larger than his skull. It was flanked by snow-crusted monoliths and high cracked walls. Longer than it was wide, it seemed more like an avenue than an amphitheater. Soft winds blew sheets of snow-dust down the road at irregular intervals. A low noon sun stared weakly down at him through low-flying gray clouds.

Vahagn tipped his head and belted a challenging howl. He invited a battle, all but unable to stop himself. If he thought about it, he could convince himself it was for practice - for the experience. For the upcoming war and his own growth. But in truth, he wanted only to loosen the bonds of his anger - even just a little. With his echo fading, Vahagn braced himself amid the rubble. Paws planted, legs staggered and apart, joints loosely bent. He rocked into his stance so that his weight dropped a bit into his back legs and his scruff barely pooled into a bundle on the back of his neck. His tail hovered out straight in line with his spine. The guard hairs along his shoulders prickled upward into the dense ridge of his mohawk. He narrowed his eyes, furrowed the bridge of his nose, and slung his muzzle over his throat. But his ears remained up, twitching and listening, and his nostrils flared. His Rebel senses honed in on his surroundings, forcing his opponent - should any show - to abandon all hope of catching him by surprise.

Vahagn vs ?
practice spar
? days, move 0/?
abilities y/n?
endo, 38", 140lb, 39ep
excellent health



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Posted 06-06-2018, 09:26 AM |
Rebel
Otto
Rebel Healer
Male, 1.25
Endomorph
37 in, 133 lbs
24 ep
© Ev
[Image: eSn63Xc.png]


otto had been lurking by the ruins, debating if he wanted to call for a challenger to teach him for the upcoming war. but, he had not yet. all he had done was pace from the ruins and back to the ridge. but, his ears perked to a calling wolf. his paws trotted back towards the call before his eyes fond the man who had called. the rebel heir. otto had seen him at mother's herb practice and at many meetings and battles here. a deep breath was taken as he looked around, it seemed no one else had answered his call. maybe this was meant to be. otto made his way onto the battlefield, giving the other a bow of his head, i would be honored. he spoke as his paws stayed steady on the ground- splaying to grip as his weight lowered on his back legs. vahagn was bigger than otto just by a little, but they had the same body-type, built to take others down. his red eyes narrowed and his ears laid back, he knew somewhat of fighting. he had battled aris before. but it was all friendly. he was a little nervous and it probably showed. but he followed all the tips he had been given, tucking his tail between his legs, hackles raising to protect his upper neck, upper lip lifted, jaw opening to catch whatever flesh might have come his way, and head tucked. otto gives a ridged nod before his head goes back to protect his jugular, he is ready for the attacks to begin, and as a challenger, he would wait for the heir to make his move first.

otto vs. Vahagn
for practice.
round zero out of three.
time limit is five days.
no abilities.
dodge available.
excellent health (winter)
endomorph / 37in / 113lbs
one wins / zero losses / zero draws.




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Posted 06-06-2018, 12:18 PM |
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Heir
Male, 1.75
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
39 ep
© vik
Vahagn was too proud to ignore the silence. It filled him with impatience and disgust. Were the other wolves too soft and timid to face him? Perhaps there were no more heroes in the land of Doutaini; only politicians and tongue wagglers.
Finally, someone approached. When he recognized his opponent's face, his expression tilted toward rank amusement. Someone with the balls to accept his call to arms. It did not surprise him that it was a Brother from the Ridge, but he hadn't expected young Otto, the healer, either. He returned Otto's salute and showed his teeth in a small smile. "As would I," Vahagn rumbled in response. He let his Red Brother adopt all the preliminary defenses he wished, watching each one like he was in another lesson. When Otto gave the nod, Vahagn began the fight in earnest.

Sunk into his stance, Vahagn rushed forward like a tiger. Mindful of the snow and rubble, his pace was slow and his toes splayed on contact with the ground. His hackles danced along his shoulders. His fat jiggled in the small bundle across his neck. He kept his head level with his spine and wore the expression of a Molosser in a rage. His jaws were cracked open over his throat; his muzzle had a dense, aggressive pucker of folded skin and tissue; his tongue was pulled back; his heavy brow was hunkered down over narrowed eyes. But he kept his ears pointed skyward, and his tail bobbed just above his hips.
Vahagn lunged forward just when it seemed collision was inevitable. He came at Otto at a very slight angle, intending to body slam the right side of his lower chest and the front of his right shoulder directly into Otto's snarling face. At the same time, he attempted to grab a mouthful of the right side of Otto's neck, hopeful this would give him the opportunity, in a moment, to grapple his opponent to the ground.

Vahagn vs Otto
practice spar
5 days, move 1/3
no abilities
endo, 38", 140lb, 39ep
excellent health



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Posted 06-06-2018, 07:47 PM |
Rebel
Otto
Rebel Healer
Male, 1.25
Endomorph
37 in, 133 lbs
24 ep
© Ev
[Image: eSn63Xc.png]


when the other spoke, otto let out a breath. both of the two were willing to learn and spar on neutral grounds. when the other rushed at him, otto's jaws snapped and snarled, stance staying on the ground. his weight stayed lowered as he calculated the other's attack. he tried to turn to his shoulder in time to clash their shoulders together, yet no avail as he felt the impact of vahagn's shoulder clash into his chest. he yelped slightly, defenses still raised- hackles rose, neck tucked, ears pinned. his head swung up in pain when the attack was landed, the bite landing on his upper neck and shoulder clashing along into his sternum. his head could not tuck due to vahagn's being there. so, otto's jaws clamped down on the heir's brachiocephalicus if the man did not move any further. otto's paws splayed against the ground, catching grip on the rubble underneath the snow. his weight leaned into the other, trying to make him collapse even though it was clear who was the bigger man in the fight. otto could feel blood trickling down his skin where the other was biting into him- he growled, upper lip lifting as he tried to shake his neck out of the other's mouth. it hurt and there would be a scar if he did loosen his way free. his jaws clamped down, intending on not letting go unless the other did. his eyes narrowed, ears staying pinned down as well as his tail.

otto vs. @/[Vahagn]
for practice.
round one out of three.
time limit is five days.
no abilities.
dodge available.
excellent health (winter)
endomorph / 37in / *133lbs
one wins / zero losses / zero draws.


*weight in his last post was incorrect.
injury report: wound on his neck; chest pain.



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Posted 06-06-2018, 07:48 PM |
Rebel
Otto
Rebel Healer
Male, 1.25
Endomorph
37 in, 133 lbs
24 ep
© Ev
Vahagn!



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Posted 06-08-2018, 10:20 AM |
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Heir
Male, 1.75
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
39 ep
© vik
They met with a muffled thud. The impact pounded a bruise into his shoulder. His chest ached. But Vahagn had no time to process the damage. With raised lips and wrinkled features, he gripped Otto's bleeding scruff and growled quietly into the other boy's thick fur. Steady. Steady.
Otto's jaws latched onto the right side of his neck with perfect precision. The injuries welled with blood, stinging and burning. But that was nothing compared to the fluorescent anxiety of being bitten again. His growl throttled like a chainsaw before cutting off. His eyes dilated, narrowing angrily. His right ear hugged his scalp. His skin quivered, rattling dense, raised hackles. Adrenaline roared through him, making him feel sick.

Vahagn tried holding onto Otto's upper neck as he pushed forward. He wanted to come chest-to-chest with him, to bear Otto's weight like a dam. Then he took one careful backstep to widen his stance. His hips sloped down and his knees bent, supporting his weight. His toes splayed, his tail curved by his ankles, and his torso flexed.

Then he launched himself forward using the spring-loaded energy in his back legs. He tried slamming his chest into Otto's again, to redirect their clashing trajectories upwards like tectonic plates forming mountains. Simultaneously, he tried wrapping his front legs around Otto's shoulders to gain a more dominating position. His neck bent down as he rose, thereby protecting his throat. He was most likely to slip on the snow at this moment unless he solidified his hold.

Vahagn vs Otto
practice spar
5 days, move 2/3
no abilities
endo, 38", 140lb, 39ep
excellent health

bruised right shoulder, chest ache, bite wound on the right side of the neck



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Posted 06-09-2018, 03:19 PM |
Rebel
Otto
Rebel Healer
Male, 1.25
Endomorph
37 in, 133 lbs
24 ep
© Ev
[Image: eSn63Xc.png]


the fight did not slow like otto thought it would. he felt the other's weight spring on him, with the force of an avalanche behind him- or so it felt. the two were up in the air, otto meeting his stance with his own- standing on two legs. he felt vahagn's arms wrap around his shoulders and all the weight and pain that was over him soon seemed to make him wobble. otto's ears tucked and tail below him to protect his belly as he slipped further under the other. then, the other slipped, not letting go of the right side of the heir's neck- he would rip and tear if he had to. the healer's mind was racing, ears pressed down against his skull as his head tucked down- not wanting the other to come down and get a hold of his jugular. but, if he fell, unless the other's skin tore, he would not be letting go. his nose wrinkled, eyes narrowing, front paws holding to his chest with power behind them. he would try to throw the other off when he did land- if he did.

otto vs. Vahagn
for practice.
round two out of three.
time limit is five days.
no abilities.
dodge available.
excellent health (winter)
endomorph / 37in / 133lbs
one wins / zero losses / zero draws.



injury report: wound on his neck, chest pain, & bruises down back.



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Posted 06-13-2018, 10:33 AM |
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Heir
Male, 1.75
Endomorph
38 in, 140 lbs
39 ep
© vik
The impact bruised the front of his chest, but it worked. Otto fell backward. Vahagn fell forward with him. His neck burned, radiating into his bruised shoulder. His back strained and tail arced to keep himself balanced. His forepaws struck the snowy rubble to either side of the healer's head, toes splaying for traction. He jammed the middle two of his left paw in the rubble, and stumbled forwards, to his left. Then Otto threw him off - forepaws pounding painfully into his chest.

Vahagn fell sideways, landing on his left with a grunt. He briefly had the wind knocked out of him. His ribs felt sore. Otto was still biting his neck. His scruff stretched into a bundle of raised hackles, flesh, and watery blood. He tried keeping his bite on Otto's neck too, but it was an odd angle. His nose wrinkled, eyes narrowed, brows furrowed. Both ears burrowed against his head. Vahagn rolled onto his stomach. He wasn't swift or agile, especially in the snow, but he launched forward once he got his back legs under him. He released Otto's neck - if he still had it - and (if Otto still had a hold of his neck, he awkwardly and almost gingerly) tried diving for a wide bite around Otto's fore chest, aiming slightly above the point of the healer's shoulders. His head tucked. He raised his lips and pulled in his tongue.

Vahagn tried pushing his bodyweight into Otto at the same time, intending to keep him from maneuvering around. He didn't want to seriously harm Otto, so this weight was supposed to do more than his bite. He kept his knees loose and his paws wide apart. His tail went straight out.

Vahagn vs Otto
practice spar
5 days, move 3/3
no abilities
endo, 38", 140lb, 39ep
excellent health

bruised right shoulder, chest bruised and sore left ribs, minor muscle fatigue in back, enlarged bite wound on the right side of the neck, jammed toes in left paw



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