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 Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:12 pm
The warm breeze that tousled the dark fur of the young male wolf surveying his surroundings did nothing to melt the steely chill of his expression. With one of his plans initiated and needing only time to develop, Ralastor had begun to travel, hunting as he went. Any time he came across a border marking, he traced its entire edge and marked it in his mind. If he stumbled across any of the land's owners, he did his best to start a fight - unless, of course, more than one of the pack showed up.
It was this pattern of wandering and mapping that had led him eventually to the coastline, which filled his heart with a strange sensation. He had never seen so large a body of water before, never inhaled a lungful of salty air with waves crashing below and gulls shrieking above, and there was something so dreadfully big about it that make him stop to stare.
This was no vacation, however. He'd located what seemed to him like the border marking of a male wolf and, venturing what he best estimated to be the marked off territory, made a kill. It was both to resupply his stomach with food and to piss off and attract whatever locals roamed this balmy stretch. Keeping his wits about him, Ralastor tried not to be distracted and to stay alert to wolfsign, even in so strange a place.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:29 pm
 Lizard's coat offers the perfect camouflage for the land he's chosen to make his territory in. The flora here is much more diverse-- brighter in it's shades of green, more colorful and plentiful in it's selection of flowers. As he stands, crouched in a thicket of flowering bushes, downwind of the wolf who has wandered into his territory, the young wolf feels the hairs on the back of his neck going stiff. This is his land, after all. After a moment of contemplation, the wolf slinks, near-silent, out of his hiding place. His bright eyes are slightly narrowed in curiosity, and there is the faintest of smirks resting on his lips. He keeps his distance, for the moment, but circles around in an obviously-visible position, his tail raised slightly in a show of dominance, his ears perked forward-- alert. "...I've never seen you around here, before." His voice is smooth, and low, but carries well. There's a certain cockiness to him-- a sense of self-confidence that hints at the wildness lurking just under his gaze. "You don't seem to be starving." He sniffs faintly, the scent of the fresh kill enticing. "So just what is it you were thinking, to make a kill in my territory?" He seems calm, for the most part, but Lizard has never been well-known for his patience, or his good temperament--of which he has very little of both.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 7:01 am
When Ralastor saw and smelled the incoming wolf, a lazy smile spread across his face. Rising from his haunches imperiously, he licks his lips, which are still flavoured with recently spilled blood. "Oh, was this your territory?" he provoked, "I just thought I'd passed a bush where pups had been relieving themselves." His tail gave a casual upward flick and failed to sink back down again afterwards.
His fur began to prickle slightly with built-up adrenaline. This was the ideal target: possessive of his territory, young male, and alone. Whoever he was, he would make an excellent test of Ralastor's skill, good practice for more meaningful battles. There wasn't even a consideration in his mind for retreating now.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 1:39 pm
Lizard smiles a slow, dangerous smile at the taunt, and his eyes narrow just a bit further as he sizes up the intruder. He doesn't fail to notice the increasing tension in the other wolf, nor the raised tail-- an obviously challenge.
"...It's almost a shame you wish to pick a fight with me. " He moves to circle the other, the faintest hint of that smirk still on his lips. "You're kind of cute. I'd almost hate to mess up that pretty face of yours." He laughs softly, pausing in his steps to observe the other a little more keenly.
He's in good shape, that's for sure. Then again, for a young wolf to survive this far, alone, he'd have to be. They'll be a pretty even match--- and Lizard's never really been one to say 'No' to a fight that's tossed at his paws.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 9:42 am
"Sensitive and insecure, aren't you?" Ralastor cooed, ignoring the bizarre comment about his face being pretty. "Is this how you react to every wolf who passes through your so-called territory?" With a cocky snort, he braced himself to fight. He would let the other male make the first move, in the hopes that that would give him some advantage. His head ducked, protecting his neck, and his tail was as high as it could go deliberately to bait the stranger.
"Maybe I should take this place from you, since you're doing such a lousy job as its owner," he snarled, an eager smirk distorting the show of fangs.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 2:49 pm
Replying with a snort of his own, more amused than anything, Lizard flicks an ear as if to brush off the petty comment.
"I'm not the one looking for a fight to prove my own self-worth, stranger." He steps to the side slightly, and then pauses as the other wolf takes on a fighting position. Lizard merely arches a brow, and then he laughs, his fangs showing as he does so.
"You're awful cocky for a wolf who has no idea who I am, aren't you? Do you always pick fights with every wolf you meet? You're liable to get hurt, doing that." Lizard throws the question back at him, but his muscles are already tightening with tension, the fur along his neck and back rising. And he's barely finished speaking before he makes the first lunge.
He dashes toward him, and then feints at the last moment, snapping, instead, at the other's left side.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 8:08 pm
Ralastor was on the verge of responding when the other wolf attacked, drawing back a little and baring his fangs, ready to meet the head on strike. Too late he saw the change in direction and attempted a side-step, feeling sharp, sudden pain as contact was made on his left flank.
It had hurt, but it didn't seem to be a major hit, and the darker of the two put it out of his mind and focused on making his next move. Hoping his opponent's momentum would carry him a little farther, Ralastor whipped around and tried to land a bite on his shoulder.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 3:36 pm
Lizard feels his teeth sink past the thin fur of the other wolf's flank and into yielding flesh. There's the taste of blood on his tongue, but the wound, he knows, wasn't as deep as he would have liked. He uses the rest of his momentum to leap forward, putting enough distance between the two of them to turn around.
He notes, almost too late, the other's quick response as sharp teeth fly toward his right shoulder just as he rights himself. He ducks, and misses most of the blow, but the sharp sting of teeth grazing across his shoulder reminds him not to take the other wolf too lightly.
Lizard rolls in the sand and leafmeal and rights himself with a grin as he faces the darker wolf once more. So far, they're even, but neither of the wounds seem to be little more than stinging announces, and Lizard quickly puts his own slight pain out of his mind -- and waits. This time, he'll let the other attack first. Perhaps he'll learn something about the way the other wolf fights, and then he can use that knowledge against him.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 11:18 pm
Ralastor keeps his head low, still guarding his neck, and slowly circles his opponent. He is tense, waiting for the other young male to make a move, but soon realizes they're both doing the same thing. Before he finds himself caught in a stalemate, Ralastor makes a snap decision to lunge. Fur bristling, fangs flying, he aims a bite at the other's face.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 8:14 pm
They circle one another for a few moments, and then the only warning Lizard has for the impending attack is the sudden tensing of Ralastor's body. His response is more out of instinct than thought, and he jerks his head out of the way barely in time. It's enough, though, and teeth that could have gouged out his eyes, land, instead, along his shoulder. It hurts enough to draw a sharp snarl from his bared teeth, and Lizard's first real thought is: Reckless-- followed by a sense of adrenaline-fueled anger and amusement. It is a dangerous combination.
It happens so quickly, though, and the next moment, Lizard is using Ralastor's forward-momentum to shove his entire weight against him in an attempt to throw him off balance. If Ralastor rolls, he'll try and gain the advantage by lunging for the other wolf's throat.
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