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 Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 10:28 am
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Afternoon. He had free time. The gym was busy. So he was onto the next best option; free running through the forest in his natural form. It was nice to let everything go; to let himself go, to give into his instincts, and let his wolf run free through the campus. The less people he encountered, the better. The forest was one of the best places for the demon to run, it didn't have a specific trail so he could run any sort of way he wanted; fast, slow, at a pace, or take in the scenery. Today; it was a good run through the woods before he was reaching toward a clearing for a short break, his form falling away in a flurry of wispy shadows to reveal the six foot odd tall boil, hair dark as night, skin tinted by the outdoors, his body an epitome of athleticism yet he did not partake in the sport clubs on campus. His face was framed by kept stubble, his eyes a mixture of gold and blues like a sunflare in the azure sky. Today, he wore his running clothes consisting of a simple tank top, shorts, and sneakers. This was considerably dressed down from his normal, but it was suppose to be a quick run after all.
If he had stayed inside, he would have ended up cleaning or doing some sort of home workout there. It was more of a cover up to wait for a certain boil to come back so he'd have company. Instead, he had opted to leave to do some sort of physical activity to let his mind wander back to the issues that required a resolution. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to come up with much; what was he to do about his sister? What was he to do about his exile? What was he to do if his mother was to come to him here? She was not bound by any sort of rules or laws that prevented her from coming here as far as he knew. But, for now, he was more or less happy that he had a place to stay since he had trashed his own and that he had a constantly company to go back to at the end of the day.
Catching his breath, Uru laced his fingers behind his head, tilted to skyward as he walked aimlessly in small circles to catch his breath. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead; his chest, arms, and hair damp from the hour or so run. He never questioned why his humanoid state suffered sweat while his natural form was free from it. There was a lot he didn't know about himself, but those matters were on the backburner.
However, if his mind was clearer and not clouded as it was; his natural senses would have picked up that he wasn't alone.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 2:24 am
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His own form of training had already been underway for some time. His normal work out routine was executed, along with giving his mount some time to also stretch his legs and get in some well needed exercise as well... not to mention some quality time together. That was always when the horseman was at his most normal, almost familiar to how he used to be before the loss of his home and everything he knew. His precious mount was all that remained from that era. That, and himself. But now it was him, working on agility, and racing through towering canopy's so smoothly, like silk threaded through someones fingers.
He would launch himself from the tall branches and let his wings thrust out to glide, only to dive back into the maze of gangly arms from the rooted trees. Flexibility was key, along with speed and precision, able to react at a sudden notice... such as right then. His keen, golden eyes picked up on something moving, his silent movements becoming even more so as he wound about the tree tops, intently watching the ground. Someone was there... Taking perch to a tree that was sturdy enough for his light weight, he watched the stranger curiously. Approaching others was still something he was entirely comfortable doing again, unlike his old self. And he wasn't sure how these Halloweener's felt about him or his kind.. it seemed to have mixed reviews. Spying the student, he took note that he had some canine traits to him, similar to those that he'd seen on another student he'd bumped into before. Seemed to be many of these sorts around... He took note of the demeanor and status of the foreign individual, his own body glistening with sweat from the strenuous work he'd been undergoing too. Wings folded tightly against his side, he lowered to another branch to see even better. He... was curious.. that was to say. This was the first time he saw another working out, besides himself. And this boil was nicely toned too, just like Qui.
But he was hesitant... His old self would have went soaring down to introduce himself and compliment the physical prowess the young gent had... but now... he was conflicted, and felt awkward about it. Uncertain. Confidence shot. |
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 6:05 am
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Pulling his arms to his side, he swung them back and forth, twisting his back with soft pops of his spine, bringing up his knees high as he let out soft grunts. The routine was a stretch of his but it was a common motion for when he fought; hooks, elbow strikes, knee strikes, as well as helping his body relax. With each rise of the knee, the hellhound let out a soft 'oosh' when the strange march became a case of shadow boxing with himself. Right hooks, left uppercuts, cross, jabs, spinning elbows, straight kicks, and curving knee strikes. However, though it seemed inconspicuous as a student who was just training his body, it was a rouse for his actual motive. He knew there was something else in the clearing. He did not know what, assumed it was a minipet, but whatever it was gave off an air of caution. He could have sworn he heard the sound of beating wings, though briefly, so he associated it with flight and must be high up somewhere in the forest which mean he could be anywhere above him. While he continued his motions, his gold-blue eyes began to flare as they tend to when he was guarded, preparing for an attack; right eye's gold radiating from the pupil as the left's blue engulfed it whole, both becoming their solid colors. Searching with each twist of his body, he wasn't able to pick anything up right away; not at all. With how often he ran through the campus, he knew most of the scents that he passed while on his routes. This one was different.
This one was ancient.
Stopping, he reached an arm over his bicep as to stretch as he looked to the canopy line with narrowed eyes. "Either you come out or I'm coming up." he spoke, his voice deep with a hint of a growl. He did not like to be snuck up on. That was his thing. He was capable of defending himself, his body slowly getting back into the routine of working out, eating again, and getting some well-deserved rest. However, as he began working out, he had pushed himself harder, upping his reps, extending his runs, working harder, though he did not completely grasp as to why he was doing it. He was simply going into the motions and letting his demon take him away. But the behavior was more monstrous than demonic, but he knew that even if he was the offspring of a monster, it was his mother's demonic nature and traits that he had inherited.
His eyes searched as he began to mentally countdown. |
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 7:02 am
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Ah now the canine moved on to a new sort of style. It was clear that it was an offensive kind of exercise, and indeed impressive to the stallion who watched in the cloak of the trees. He was almost entranced by the movements, and the evident power the student held. It was admirable, the dedication this pup had.
However... Qui realized he'd been detected. Sharp too. Excellent traits to possess. When he was called to, the horseman flirted with the idea of the canine making his way up this tree. Would he have been able to? was it possible..? the thought almost made a grin twitch and crack at the corner of his flat mouth. However, he decided he wouldn't be rude, and gracefully fell to the ground, landing agilely on his bare feet. Wings fluffing themselves faintly, he strode towards the other male, the curves, bulges and divots of his musculature accented and shimmering as the light stretched and shifted along his figure. His approach was calm, non-threatening, and he stopped a reasonable, and respectful, distance from the pup.
Staring, he took a moment to speak up, searching for the right words to say first, "Hope I'm not intruding." his voice was smooth, deep, and calm, matching the demeanor he now took on. |
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 7:11 am
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With the rustling of leaves, his head immediately jerked in the direction of the sound, watching as a figure fell from above. What made his eye twitch with curiosity was that he landed without a sound. He did not smell of a ghost, there was clearly some weight to the male... and yet. It was then that the smell came to him as the figure moved with an out-of-time grace - a scent unlike any other he had experienced before that made his nose flare. Categorizing it in its own section in his mental compartment. Not demon. Not monster. Not undead. Not witch. Not ghost. Not human. His eyes moved over him analytically - objectively, he had an impressive body, and attractive. Uru scoffed as his arms came up across his chest, standing firm where he was. Mentally, it was a subconscious defensive gesture but it was one he was most comfortable with. He hated having his arms down by his sides if he could help it. Unlike this newcomer, he was certainly underdressed if this was a meeting of sorts.
Cannot be helped.
"You cannot intrude to a place that stakes no claim." He uttered with a slight rise of his brow. This was the forest, it wasn't exactly a part of the campus, and he certainly didn't have any claim to this territory - or any for that matter. Given that the male was a good distance away, he was not intruding in his personal space so, there was also that. "Did not think anyone else came out this far from campus." He huffed, his chest still heaving, but calming.
"So, what are you." It did not sound like a question but more of demanding an answer. The demon hellhound narrowed his eyes on the male. |
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 10:09 am
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A horseman. So this was the fabled group that he had heard among whispers in the wind, the red spirals he had seen across a handful of minipets, especially the Apocrypha. His heavy brows knitted together as it dawned on him exactly who this one. Horsemen were said to be an ancient group of individuals, vastly stronger than the student counterparts, and much more mysterious. They tended to keep to themselves and had a society all their own. So why was this particular one here? Was it watching purposefully or... did he simply stumble upon him while he was resting in the clearing? Uru nodded, accepting the answer and the realization. It would be something else to occupy his mind later when he was free from... other issues.
"Demon. Hellhound - Hël'würgen, specifically." Not pack affiliated....
Uru huffed out his reply, keeping his thoughts to himself for it was not this male's business to know more about him than what was polite to share. He asked a question, he was given a polite answer. That was how it worked. When he was in the mood to answer questions. It wasn't unusual for him to catch creeple looking at him, their eyes looking at his wide shoulders, his chest, his arms, there were even handfuls that looked at his neck, there were even ghouls that said that his rump could make gods weep. Whatever those were.
So it would seem that the pair of them were the quiet types.
"Watching me train." he spoke, his voice with a high-end inflection. It wasn't a question though... Uru didn't ask them often.
Damien should be happy about all this... he's 'socializing'. Kind of. |
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 12:15 am
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His bare toes had been subtly shifting and wriggling against the soil beneath them, testing the density, texture, and give. Seemed pretty firm and dry, here. Not his favorite surface to run along, but it was a good one still.... yet held no challenge. No matter, that wasn't what had his interest here at hand.
Demon Hellhound... hmm, he'd certainly heard of those. Of course this was his first time meeting one. A mild nod was given to acknowledge his acceptance on the answer provided, idly pondering how it might feel to have those extra furry additions attached to oneself. The guy probably had better balance than he with that tail and all...
Wings shifting faintly again, as his brilliant eyes focused onto Uru's bicoloured pair, another nod was produced, gaze wandering briefly to look down either side of the decided path the student had chosen to practice on. Arms bending, his hands rested comfortably on his hips, as his weight shifted, "You were pretty impressive." he praised nonchalantly, figuring the gent deserved as such, considering his commendable power and determination. |
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 4:43 am
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Uru took in the other form, impressive considering what he had heard about the Horsemen being an ancient group. Then again, this was Halloween, age was nothing but a number and nothing else. What stood out to him the most, what fascinated him, were the pair of wings this one had. He had seen dragons and harpies and various other creatures in the Monsters' Dorm and, even, the Demon's dorm. But these wings were something else; they were magnificent and breathtaking. There was an entirely different air about them that made others pale compared to it. He huffed.
The hellhounds eyes gazed upon the Horsemen with natural curiosity being the first he has ever met. His right eye - gold, inherited from his father, his left - blue, inherited from his mother. They were not his true colors as it was when he was guarded did his eyes become solid as they were. The servants once called them 'intimidating' and yet 'beautiful'. Whatever that meant. His sister called them a 'mask'. He just called them his eyes.
Uru crossed his arms across his chest, his muscles bulged at the pressure and compression of the gesture. Being praised was not unusual for him, he was aware of how creeple watched him and admired him, their whispers didn't escape his hearing. Sometimes he would even take his top off in the gym, mostly to get comfortable and become more free, but there was something deep down, somewhere of his demon, that found some joy in showing off. "Not many demons are as physical as I am. Too many of them lie, cheat, and greed, relying on their magics rather than what they have." He was a demon, true, but he embraced his father's monster ideology, training himself to be physically strong to be able to protect and take care of himself and others. "You look impressive yourself." He complimented. Again, another rare occasion, apparently this one was full of them. "I hadn't started working out again until recently..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 5:57 am
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Relying on magic... that was interesting indeed. Having a strong physical body by your own means was always key and an important ritual in his clan. Training, making sure that each and everyone one was in tip top shape... that was just a natural part of their world. But things were different here... still, it was quite a shame to hear all the same.
No matter. There was at least one Demon here who seemed to be doing an excellent job of representing his whole by the clear determination and perseverance he was demonstrating by strengthening his body. Qui liked that. Attention drifting to the muscles that were now being tightened and put on display, a mental means of approval was given. Certainly bigger than his, however that could also have to due with the fact of their differing body types; he being not as tall or physically big to create muscles of that magnitude. Still, size wasn't everything, and it certainly didn't mean he was weak in the slightest.. as Uru could see just fine by the visible definition Qui sported along his near nude body.
It was with the returned compliment that a very, very faint hint of a grin lifted at the corner of the stallions lips. It was then that he let his muscles flex a little more to let them really show their bulges and curves, and how they carved along his body. "physical strength is important in my clan." he stated. Feeling more comfortable, he took a few steps closer for further inspection of his company's physique. He'd be interested in giving a touch but... that was probably too far for the time being.
Wings shuffling and fluffing to express his interest, he looked up to Uru, rather surprised by the admittance. Only started again recently? Hm. Quiet for a beat, he let his arms cross too, the tattoo's littered along his arms shifting as his muscles did, "mind if I join you?" it was harmless enough, but having another person to work out with often did help with both moral and encourage one to keep improving themselves more and more. |
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 7:09 am
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Magic was the Cocytus' specialty - the unique trait among the pack being the blue fire that they were capable of producing. While many of the clan worked to perfect it, to summon it with grand gestures and magnificence, he did not care for it and only used it when he needed it. Unlike his sister who had mastered many of the techniques at a young age to create large amounts of it, he was able to focus it on certain points on his body such as his fists and feet. Devastating what one's physical strength with the bitter cold could do to one's body; not only bruise and break but taint and chill.
Did the Horsemen not have clothes? This one was nearly naked. Sure it showed off his body but, was it necessary? He wondered if all Horsemen lacked this much clothing. Even himself donned on simple attires for different occasions; his usual jacket and jeans, his work out tank and shorts. Uru could not help but notice that this one looked to have a smaller body, lithe, an ectomorph, if he recalled the term properly. He was large, wide set soldiers of that of a linebacker in Bruteball, thick arms, and proportionate all around. Even his jawline was sharp, but due to recent events, he had let himself go, stubble slowly growing in and his body not as defined. He was okay with it, but he had gotten comments of appearing older than he was. And that shouldn't bother him as much as it does.
"Magic was of mine. Mine focused more on the mental than the physical, but it was not for me. My clan-" He cut off, his lips pursed as his brows knitted together. He did not have a clan - a pack anymore. He was a lone Hellhound, no longer affiliated with anyone. That was an issue that he needed to resolve, but it was an issue that would have to be dealt with later. His well-being would have to come first. No pack would want a weak, incapable newcomer joining them. "It was my father's clan that trained to be strong in order to protect and to hunt. I was closer to my father than my mother." He finished. His eyes followed the Horseman as he circled around him but he did not move from his spot, his tail tipped up signaling his guard - his position in his mind that he was not going to submit to someone such as this stranger. Was he inspecting him? Or was there some ulterior motive?
His eyes narrowed at the request. He did not work out with others, he even opted to stay in his room where he worked out there. Even at the gym, he went when the traffic was low. But here, this Horseman was asking to do so with him. What does that entail exactly? He never worked out with anyone before and there wasn't exactly any sort of equipment. So the only thing he could think of...
"I will not be held responsible." He answered, his body dipping, knees bent as his stance became firm to the ground, his fists raised in front and by his chin, his tail angled for balance. He was ready for a spar if that is what he was looking for.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 8:38 am
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It was quite intriguing to hear about the extreme opposites in dynamics of the clan the hellhound was allied to, given his own strengths differing so severely to what they held in highest esteem. Or... the clan he'd been apart of. Very interesting indeed! Qui was a rather witty fellow himself, though he was more emotions based than relying on logic. Going with what felt right, rather than really accessing and taking into account every angle. That's how he'd been.. how he was now was even vague to the stallion. Still, he could empathize with the other in a way. While he himself had been charming, cunning, and quick thinking, he was still a male of physical endeavors. But something he was starting to learn, during his time of solitude here, was that maybe a balance of the two wouldn't be so bad...
The mention of family did distract Qui for a moment, his body giving pause, and his attention veering off. Dead. All of them... why was he the only one that survived..? They were all more than capable, even more so than he, of escaping! so why..-- no, there was no point returning to that cyclical pattern of questions. But his wings did droop a little from their once shifting state.
Returning to standing before Uru, his interest was piqued once more when the canine took on a new position, and demeanor. Blinking at him with mild shock and a great deal of curiosity, he was able to put two and two together. Ah, a sparring match. This brought another one of those rare, and fleeting twitches of a grin from the stallion, who let his head tip to the side faintly in thought. Not really what he was looking for when he'd asked to join the hound in training, but he could oblige to some degree.
"Of course not." he agreed, poising himself gracefully, arms remaining crossed casually, "How about we'll stop once you land a hit on me?" he suggested. While he was extremely rusty in the art of sparring and physical combat, a past time of his he greatly enjoyed and missed, he could at least take part of it in a smaller scale, and get an up close view of that power the Hellhound possessed. That would surely be a treat, and would certainly get his blood going! maybe even spark life to the dormant parts of him that were buried deep in his heart. |
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 9:02 am
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He noted the droop of the Horseman's wings but it did not falter his stance, when he dropped to such a pose, it changed his demeanor. This was only but one of his forms of fighting that he preferred and it wasn't exactly as deadly as the other. This one was more controlled, precise, and not as deadly. However, it was going to be a lot easier since he was not at the Gym, he was not able to effectively call forth his FEAR and use his signature blue flames, so fists would have to do.
The challenge was accepted when he darted forward with a drawn back fist.
He did not let any sort of evasion, fluttering of wings, or gestures distract him, he was simply shadow boxing with someone in front of him. If he did not want to get hurt, the Horseman would have to move out of the way as his routine began quickly. His fists came crashing down from side to side, outright with a straight jab to a flanking hook. Using the momentum, the hellhound allowed his body to flow into an arching kick followed by a series of alternating kicks and punches. The rumbling in his chest crescendo into a thundering roar as his strikes became more calculated at the shoulders, the elbows, the ribs, the kicks aimed at the ankle and knee and inner thigh. His tail swung frantic behind him, keeping him balanced as his body flew into a series of motions of both ground and aerial. He could feel the wolf under his skin wanting to get out to attack and rend the target, but he couldn't. This was not the sort of fight to let himself lose that control. He let his emotions drive him here; his father, his uncle, his pack, his sister, himself. He snarled as he went into a series of arching attacks that spun him from fist to foot, using the alternating limb to land on as his attacks attempted to connect. With each strike his muscles contracted before firing with such force that the sweat that clung to him propelled off before being replaced again. The strikes were accompanied by soft 'oosh' and 'aah'. |
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 7:06 am
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As soon as he felt the energy shift, and the atmosphere around them become hyperactive, the instincts instilled in him kicked in straight away. Golden pupils narrowed even more than they already were, heightening his senses in the process as he focused entirely on Uru. He could tell this was going to be good.
A slow inhale was taken just before the hellhound began his attack, Qui's muscles twitching, tightening, and bending in natural reaction to the thrusts that were aimed right at him with the various limbs. His movements were fluid as he dodged, almost like a dance, his large wings giving subtle twerks here and there to assist in manipulating his momentum faster. He could feel and hear the 'whoosh' of air with each strike sent his way, some of the air brushing against his bare skin, making it prickle with primitive excitement, old memories rekindling. A fire was starting to brew in his gut, licking at the bottom of his chest cavity, lips twitching into a more stable grin. How long had it been since he'd been in combative engagement like this? What had been frozen over from the loss of his home and family was giving way to a few cracks of light. He watched Uru with such intense interest, not even blinking, far too intrigued by the effortless power the student possessed.
It was amazing..!
But he kept up with the pup, leaping back, curving around, body skating just a small distance off along Uru's arms and legs when they'd launch his way. The scarf along his body fluttered but seemed to imitate its owners motions as well, so lyrical like. Allowing his grin to peel just a bit more, his wings lifted suddenly, and flapped down to shoot him right up into the air, an aerial flip added in to boot, to find himself behind Uru now. He was half tempted to give a playful little yank to that tail, but decided to instead give a subtle poke to the center of that strong back, just between the shoulder blades before preparing for the next onslaught. |
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 7:51 am
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The demon's eyes remained on the target, shifting ever so slightly to the locations of his strikes many steps ahead of where he would attempt to land them. This was not shadowboxing, this was not like punching into a sand bag or kicking at the pegs of a dummy, there was no loud thud that echoed or the splintering of wood. This was another, living thing that moved around him in away that he knew one other person to do and this one made it seem effortlessly. Granted, he wasn't going to push himself to his limits just to spar with a stranger. To him, this was just another training, another way for his body to remember its movements for when the time came that he would have to fight, to protect, to defend himself, to push himself to those limits. And it felt so good. He took in the Horseman's form; lithe and strong, capable of the subtle movements as if the wind carried him from his blows, but he could see the muscles twitch and cascade over the male's skin, the beautiful wings dancing with him as he evaded and maneuvered. He could feel the wolf under him growl, in its bow ready to go, to let itself free and explode. All that energy rolled under the surface as his fists flew.
This was not like the fight with his uncle where he gave into his most primal instincts. This was not like the fight with his mother where he fought the best he could without relying on his wolf. Unlike those, this one he didn't connect with the person, he did not have ill feelings toward the lithe dancer, he did not want his blood. His eyes with intense focus, his thick brows knitted together over narrowed pupils, though his lips frowned, he was content, excited.
Uru lunged forth with a swift left-right-upper when Qui had used his wings with a mighty beat over his head. The hellhound's senses were strong; he could hear the male's heart, the ever so soft landing of his feet on the grass, the fluttering of his wings as feathers came over feathers as it relaxed. He grinned. The male was behind him and he was still a bundle of energy. If Qui wanted a hint, he could certainly have one. His fists loosened as his right arm swung around, however, before the rotation was complete that fist became claws as the shadows overtook his form. In a brief moment, his tank-top stripped away, his shorts fell apart as the dark wisps turned his lightly tanned body to the pure white of snow and the inky black of the night. His eyes remained as they were, but left an afterglow of where they once were. Two horns sprouted from between two large ears, twisting backward over his neck, a notch in his left ear. The swing of his claw turned him to face the smug Horseman, his heavy front landing him with a loud thud as that rumble - oh, that wonderful thundering growl emitted from his chest as his lips pulled back flashing rows of teeth. Was that a threat or a grin?
Uru charged with wide swings of his claws, using his feet only when the momentum allowed it, his muzzle snapping at the Horseman whenever his head got close enough, but it was brief before his combo continued on. Unlike before when he used his fists that were meant to bruise and break with blunt force, this tactic was wide, unpredictable, and meant to cut or eviscerate. As the Hël'würgen came down with both claws onto the target, he knew it would be evaded and he needed a moment to recover to begin again. The wolf tumbled back, pushing with his hands to land on his feet a good distance away, his eyes trained on the male. Tail swishing behind him slowly.
If this did not work, there was one other.... It was just one he was not comfortable with yet. He didn't have to rely on his FEAR, but the method took a heavy toll should he use it. Though, he was certain he could land a hit if he tried. |
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