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 Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 4:44 pm
 And so the first tournament kicks off with somewhat pleasant weather to be had this gray morning! A small crowd of wolves has gathered a small distance away from your fight, some cheering on family, others booing or chanting for a particular wolf to lose concentration. Whether the combatants know each other or not, there is no doubt a certain air of tense energy in the arena today. The mid-morning chill might freeze toes, but for the combatants that will soon be a minor problem.
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Oath called two of Gullwing and Winner's pups out for a match, her expression showing nothing of her concern for that lot; and there was much concern she had indeed, given the schism between the parents and pups and . . . personalities. But here was not the place and now not the time, and she faced the two with her usual smile. "There is no foul play in the tournament," she explained along with other general rules, specifically eyeing the large brown-maned one. "Or I will step in and end the match myself. Good luck to you both!"
((Combatants, make an entrance post with the pups getting ready to fight and roll a 10 sided die at the same time!))
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She-Ra of Etheria rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 6:48 pm
How ironic that he had been matched up against one of his brothers. Not only that but one of the brothers he disliked. Conk was well a total jerk and while they were siblings and he did get along with him from time to time today they were nothing more than combatants. Moving to the center of the grounds as per Oath's instructions Whirlpool moved with a purpose, brother against brother it did not matter, Whirl was here to prove himself. Prove himself to his parents, his pack and to anyone else who was present, that he was no pushover.
Calm on the outside, inside he was full of swirling anger and determination. He stood in the center, facing his brother, without a flicker of emotion in his eyes nor on his features. He was ready, as ready as he would ever be. Eyes flicked to Oath, awaiting any further instructions, though one ear was turned towards Conk, fairly certain that he would pull something before the official start of the duel.
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Mediciner rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 9:15 pm
 The first thing that he did, upon locking eyes with Whirlpool, was snicker. And snicker loudly.
Did he even get anything Oath had said about rules? Probably not. Heck, as far as Conk was concerned, this wasn't even a fight: this was slaughter waiting to happen. Slaughters didn't have rules - it was all about finishing the prey off as quickly as possible and looking cool while doing so.
Well, that's what he figured anyway. Like this punk knew what it meant to end a life.
To be honest, Conk was actually a little more than anxious on the inside, though on the outside he was nothing but a large bundle of confidence and smug smiles; his mane looked particularly wild today even. This was the first opportunity to actually prove to his dad that he was his son and not his mother's . . . because Dad didn't like associating good things with Mama. Even though Conk thought she was saintly, if Dad didn't like it, then . . .well, it wasn't what he needed.
And to be honest, he didn't want to know what would happen if he lost early. He didn't know what he'd do. This tournament was the pivotal moment before adolescence where he'd show his power to everyone!
"Better back down while you still have the chance," he said to his brother, smirking as he got into place.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 9:26 pm
She didn't like this. Tournaments were meant for enjoyment and for trainees to show their prowess usually. The air about this battle was too serious for that, let alone in a match between pups; Oath did not fall for Conquering Hero's well-placed smirk.
Some matches looked randomized, but the shaman wondered at the placement of some . . . Would she watch futures being made and broken this day? But she kept these musings locked in her mind and merely stepped back to sit on her haunches.
She paused to once more look between the two, the swirling storm and the boisterous wind, and said: "Begin."
((Aaand Conk gets to start things off!))
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 11:23 pm
The single word charged him, made his toes flex until claws dug into the ground. Still Conk smirked wickedly at his brother, green eyes gleaming.
It bothered him, that he didn't have his father's eyes. These came from his no good uncle on his no good mother's side. And the more he stared at Whirlpool's, the very shade of his own, the more the large pup became annoyed. Eyes like his no-good uncle. Looks like his no-good aunt. Personality that didn't embrace the only real parent they had.
Oh, he was going to love putting Whirlpool in his place. But who said he couldn't draw it out some? "Not too late you know. You could still forfeit," Conk said casually, though it was clear he was ready to fight at a moment's notice. "I'm not gonna go easy just 'cuz you're my bro, bro." 16 HP
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She-Ra of Etheria generated a random number between
1 and 4 ...
1!
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 2:51 pm
HP 16
Whirlpool smirked at his brothers words. He would never forfeit, no matter what. "Too afraid I'll beat you? Rather me give up just so I can win?" Perhaps before this all started he hadn't really cared whether he won or lost, but now he was determined to win just to rub it into Conk in the future. How his brother would hate him then.
Enough words, he thought, time to fight. Whirlpool lunged forward at Conk. He would draw first blood, and that would be his gateway to victory. Teeth snapped towards bis brothers shoulder, but found only air in their grasp. Curses! This was not the start he had envisioned at all.
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Mediciner generated a random number between
1 and 4 ...
4!
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 4:11 pm
Whirlpool's pitiful attempt made the larger pup guffaw. "What was that?" he exclaimed with a snide smile, having only to side-step to avoid his brother's attack. "Pffff. Butterflies have better attacks. This is how it's supposed to go!"
There was no such thing as Conk being soft, and it showed. With a leap the mullet-haired male opened his jaws to bowl Whirlpool over and gnaw on some portion of his neck. 16 HP
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 4:50 pm
Screw this, Whirl thought as Conk tore into him. He was not about to let his brother beat him down, not that he wanted to forfeit to Conk either. Well whatever, Whirl wasn't about to stick around either way. "You win, bro, hope you're damn happy." And Whirl left, handing the match over to his brother.
((yup thats a bit old forfeit on my behalf cause I didn't get my posts in on time))
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 9:40 pm
Oath was both surprised and . . . not surprised at this turn of events. She knew from babysitting the litter before that Whirlpool had little love for his bullying brother, though much like his aunt he kept that anger bottled up and remained far too cool - far too bitter. Grudges, she thought with concern. Grudges were not healthy to keep or build.
But the pup had forfeited of his own accord, and as per the rules she had to declare Conk a winner. "Both of you head to Spellbinder's den for some rest before the second round," she told them, though she kept Conquering Hero behind a mite longer while letting Whirl get ahead. She didn't want the brothers fighting on the way over.
Not that this stopped Conk from gloating anyway, though it also made him disappointed.
Who knew he had such sissy brothers?
~~~
Although there is a different between being a sissy and running away to save your life.
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