S T R I K E R i will survive
It had barely been two weeks since Striker had first chased off the challenger when another one appeared at his borders. However this time, angst bit at the King’s ankles as he made his way home. He had been foolish to take his time, wandering around the area before making it back to his kingdom. His life had taken over him and when he returned he was late to a challenge. In fact, too late as the first one was already won. How could he have possibly let that slip past him? How had something so tediously simple take him by surprise? As the scent of his home reached his nares, he discovered that this time the challenger basked in a perfume instead of a cologne. The female did in fact glow in the evening light, the late sun giving a flattering picture that would work to her fancy.
And it made the beast sick.
Indeed she was smaller than the King, as Striker himself was larger than most males and fought with the purest of strength. But he was not failing to recognize the battles in the past won by those smaller in size. David had defeated Goliath in a battle most famous. However, this would be different. The King refused to become a statistic. His muscles rippled under his molten chocolate pelt fixed with browns and different assortments of colors. Tan was starting to leak from the bottom of his side, spring starting to warm the air and brighten the shadows as the days got longer and the nights shorter. “Follow me.” Striker was mainly pissed off by his own mistake to offer a polite introduction, not that any who thought they could defy him in his home deserved any respect from him. Those who challenged walked into his home. They walked into his home and threatened to take it from him. How undeniably rude to have someone assume that your house would be better suited for them while you were still living in it.
The sun tried to calm him down as his blood boiled and he made his way towards Quarrel’s Clearing. The beast knew that if he should lose this fight, his home would be overthrown. Would it be fair? By the rules of this earth, yes. But by the rules of wolven kind? Now they should see about that. He wouldn’t have been given a chance to fight on closing night. Wide expanses of dead grass started to pull together to a small embodiment of trees as he waited for the female to arrive. He would risk no chances. He would defend his honor.
Rules:
All Blossom Forest rules apply. If you are not familiar with them, they are listed below:
No powerplaying or godmoding. Nothing else related to this sort.
Each player has two posts for attacks and one more post to say what damage was done.
At most, two attacks per post. You can choose to do less.
Each wolf has access to two half dodges and one full dodge.
One full hit must be taken during the fight.
You have seven days to reply to a post or else the player who had last posted is the default winner. Of course, this can also be considered with the other player and judge of the fight if you need more time.
Order of posts:
Striker Opening Post and Rules (x)
Dream Drop Opening Post and First Attacks ()
Striker First Defenses and First Attacks ()
Dream Drop First Defenses and Final Attacks ()
Striker Final Defenses and Final Attacks ()
Dream Drop Final Defenses and Closing Post/Damage Taken ()
Striker Damage Taken and Closing Post ()
Judgement ()
OOC-
ALPHA OF MOONDOWN SHADOWS
we are the ones who poisoned you
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