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NAME Camelot AGE fourteen GENDER male EYE COLOR pure gold around a black pupil APPEARANCE about 28" in height, 70lbs. His coat is a mixture of brown, white, and gray. His face is a mixture of cream and white with some brown around the ears and cheeks, his neck and torso mostly being the darker hues while his chest and stomach are white/tan. His tail is a mixture of all three, light on the bottom, dark on top. His body is lanky, legs long and lean, a runner's build. His fur is short and thin. He's a mixture of red wolf and grey wolf. PERSONALITY * HISTORY * IMPRINTING ABILITY - yes - Laila SAMPLE - The challenger nods, giving his name, Metlyr Hitler. Odd name but who am I to judge? I'm named after a giant monkey. At his comment, I curl the corner of one lip back, showing a fang, golden eyes blazing with amusement. I start pacing, wanting to keep on my feet, keep moving. Standing still will just make me a sitting duck. I stretched my muscles good on the way here so I feel limber and ready. My tail twitches in readiness as the other male starts to circle. I keep one ear and eye on him at all times, my senses on high alert. I take measure of his breathing, reading the rhythm to know when to move, when to dodge. He jumps at my neck suddenly but I know it's coming. He dips his head low, going for my chest. Bracing myself, I feel his teeth sink into my flesh, a snarl ripping from my chest in defiance of the pain. He didn't angle his head so his bite is straight on and the chest isn't the easiest place to grab onto, being as it's sunk in and not very curved. His teeth sink in and I lean into the pressure instead of following my instinct to pull away, knowing that doing so will only rip my flesh more. Finally he lets go and circles back around, launching in for my face this time. I turn my head, feeling his teeth graze my cheek instead. It gashes the skin but nothing major. Good thing I'm not a pretty boy so I don't care about my face much. My chest drips with blood from the puncture marks. They're deep but clean so they should heal fine as long as I keep them from infection. My cheek drips down my jaw, a ragged line where his canine dragged across my flesh but it's not very deep. It might make a scar but I'm fond of my scars. I turn my head back to him with a snarl. Time to do some damage. Launching in toward him, I dive low, tucking my head to protect my throat and then at the last minute I swing my head up, angling my jaws sideways to snap down at his jugular as I launch upward. My top teeth will sink into the bottom of his jaw and top of his neck on both side, crushign the windpipe and puncturing the jugular as I latch on and start shaking, ripping the flesh to shreds and damaging his vitals beyond repair. If I half miss, I could latch onto his ear or the side of his neck instead. Shaking my head will cause a lot of damage either way, ripping and shreding the skin. If I catch his ear, it could deafen him, at least through the end of the battle as blood drips into his eardrum, clogging it. If I catch the side of his neck, I can damage the muscle, causing him intense pain every time he moves his head for a while. I only stay close to him long enough to do my attack before I move back and out of reach of any counter attacks. I don't give him too long to recover though before I launch at him again, this time diving low for his back leg. Angling my head sideways, I snap at his lower cannon bone where it's more fragile. If I latch on, the force of my jaws alone can snap the bone in half, crippling Hitler. This could be fatal since he can't get food on his own so unless he has someone to care for him, he could die within days. Even without breaking the bone, I could tear his ligaments and muscles to render his leg useless, leaving him powerless to control the leg or the paw. If I half miss, I could catch onto his tail or higher up on his meaty flanks. Snapping powerful jaws on his tail could break the fragile vertebrae and while this may not seem like much, the tail is the rudder when you fight so he would be unbalanced for a long time. Once I attack, I back off, just as before, not wanting to give him time to counter strike. I like to see it coming. I start pacing again, ears flicked toward him, lazily licking my lips, hoping that they're stained in blood. My cheek continues to dribble but it's already drying up, clogging the gash. My chest continues to pump hot blood from all the constant motion but the punctures holes shouldn't take much longer to clog. I keep eyeing him, waiting for his next move. RULES READ? yes WORD MINIMUM? 200 HOW DID YOU FIND US? Been here ^^ OOC DarQ CONTACTS chocolateminx07 (aim) brittany_meadows@rocketmail.com (email) |