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I s r a l y n rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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 Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 3:39 pm
NenMien HP: 30 (attacking Kumonryu)
He watched his beta face the fierce attack, feeling as if he had been ignored by the overly cocky wolf. he was enraged with that idea that this pathetic animal, that dared to call himself a wolf would gloat as he did, it was like it radiated from the wolfs fur. with a deep set rage, fury that he kept in check on normal days finally let lose, he snarled and jumped back at the offender hoping to sink fangs and claws somewhere vital
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I s r a l y n rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 3:44 pm
Istas HP:20 (attacking Dumaka) ((I think I have her hp right O.O I'm keeping track of it but at the end I'll add it up again to make sure it all was right! -dies))
She was furious when she felt the scrap of claws on her face, again this b*****d was pushing her patience. She didn't like being blinded and even more being taunted like this omega seemed to be doing. with new scratches on her face she dived, following that foot and the angle it was at in hopes to make some serious contact. hoping to maim as badly as she had been with her fang and claws!.
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Kiniro Oniba rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 12:04 pm
(Ralastor HP 16, attacking Eva)
With a cruel, bloodthirsty laugh, Ralastor danced out of the way of the attack. Maybe he was younger, maybe he was no mountain wolf, but he was still running circles around this she-wolf. As he stepped to the side, her miss allowed him the time needed to glance around and regain his bearings. He saw his original target hit the ground. Dead, he hoped. That was good - that would lower their morale, make them weaker.
"Well done, Tasso," he muttered, smirking at the fallen boy's mother as he said this. "Warugaruga young are not weaklings, like your children," the dark male hissed. He backed away, circling, waiting for an opportunity. "Your son is dead," hissed Ralastor, who then lunged forward to attack as he shouted, "Warugaruga! With me!"
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Kiniro Oniba rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 12:14 pm
(Tasso HP 15, attacking Eva)
The adolescent female allowed herself a brief flare of smug satisfaction as she watched the wolf she'd thrown off of her father hit the ground in defeat. Then pain rang through her face as an attack came and she ducked too slow, feeling the assailant's weaponry rip across her face, just barely avoiding damage to her eyes. Rage burned in her chest, but her father's voice saying her name made her turn to his aid reflexively. As she tried to slip past the other adolescent to obey her alpha and attack the adult female he was currently engaged in battle with, she felt how heavy her breathing had become. The long run to the edge of the territory had been draining enough on its own, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could fight. Still, she steeled herself against pain and disillusion as her training had taught her to do and charged the large white she-wolf, holding herself low to the ground and hoping to bite down on a leg tendon.
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CptnIndecision rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 5:52 pm
(Dumaka HP 12; attacking Istas)
Shock ran through his body as the female's nails and teeth met with his fur and flesh. Her blue white nails left deep gashes of red along his muzzle and crossing his face. If her intent had been to reproduce the damage that he had inflicted she had done that and more. A gash was opened above his left eye leaking blood into his vision. While that was enough to send a tremour of pain and fear it was not the worst of the attack. The female's teeth had caught the side of his neck and clamped on. Dumaka's entire body tensed before he could produce a yelp of pain. Which was probably for the best because he didn't need to put anymore pressure on the teeth sunk into his skin.
His entire body seared with the assault, his stomach turned in anxious knots. Tired. So tired. His shoulder, his back, his face, and his neck burned from the fight. Still he had a little more strength left in him. Just enough, he hoped to get the female off of him. His mind was too stressed with the pain that he struck out with his nails and teeth without thought. The only clear thought in his mind was to get away from the she-wolf before she killed him.
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