10-27-2018, 10:48 PM
Indeed, I am not here for fame and glory, either; but something about the dawn of a battle speaks to the thrill seeker in me, satisfying needs I never realize I have until a day like this. Not that the day itself is particularly kind, given that winter has finally secured its grasp on the place. But the snow that covers the battleground is audibly crisp and only ankle-deep, so I shan’t complain much of it. Of the fog, however, I complain: thick and shifting, as if with a mind of its own.
Decked out as I am with traits, I have none which will help me see through the haze.
We approach each other by scent alone for some time. Panthera stalks at my right side, seven hands tall and lithely muscled as I am; her tail flicks impatiently, this being her first trial by battle since having been materialized as a prize from the alliance. It is a chirr from her which indicates our close proximity, her eyes being keener than mine; and indeed in but a moment, the stallion materializes in the fog.
I take him in for a moment, eyes examining his slightly smaller build and the tail and paws which attaches themselves to it. Aside from these features, not much is overtly shown by the ocelot stallion, but I prepare myself for the possibility of further unseen magicks. I have no psychic abilities that apply to the battlefield myself, but that’s not to say that my opponent won’t, either.
I am moving at a trot when Rome makes his move. I envy the upper hand he has on traction in this snowy environment, but do not let it distract me from tracking his cat-like movement with my eyes. He circles behind me to my left, and Panthera falls somewhat behind me such that she might defend from either side. Rome continues his circle however, briefly falling in my blindspot and then reappearing with a lag on my right due to the fog. My ears strain to catch the fall of his paws, but they are almost noiseless due to his agility and hybridity.
As such, I am taken by surprise when the stallion bursts through the fog, to my right and just ahead of me. As his legs come together in preparation to rear, I throw my own weight backward and to the left, the collected gait of my trot allowing for the spook-like movement away from his oncoming attack.
Simultaneously, Panthera gathers her own weight and pounces, claws outstretched in an attempt to attach herself to Rome’s shoulders and haunches. The damage of four paws to the muscles of his back would be superficial but undeniably painful and distracting, with potential for tearing and excessive bleeding depending on how long she manages to stay on him, if at all. The longer and more fully she can sink her claws into her skin, the more detrimental the damage; for the stallion hasn’t armor like me, but then again, he is far more agile and likely to dodge her attack.
Due to his heightened agility and the way he can use the environment to his advantage, Rome manages to land a hit with each of his paws to my shoulder despite my spooking away. Many of his claws slip through the bone armor decorating my coat, tearing the skin and first layer of muscle there; I snort and snarl at the pain of it, but am in the end grateful that the armor stops his claws from fully sinking into what exposed flesh there is. The wounds will not impede my performance in this battle significantly, but the distraction of them may give Rome even more of an upper hand considering his advantage with the hazy setting.
Unaware of whether Panthera’s attack is successful or otherwise, I continue on my leftward trajectory for three strides of a canter before pivoting and facing where Rome had stood during the time of his attack. My hope is to keep him in front of me, and close; as my fangs and armor begin to fade, I lower my head and present my antlers, walking sideways in a semi-circle around where I understand Rome to be. With each step, the skin that he has damaged tears further and sends blood gruesomely down my side. Ultimately however, I have faced far worse damage in battle, and am able to ignore what pain the wounds present.
ooc - HAHA so uh two months later is still good right <3
Word count: 744, excluding ooc note
@[Rome]
Decked out as I am with traits, I have none which will help me see through the haze.
We approach each other by scent alone for some time. Panthera stalks at my right side, seven hands tall and lithely muscled as I am; her tail flicks impatiently, this being her first trial by battle since having been materialized as a prize from the alliance. It is a chirr from her which indicates our close proximity, her eyes being keener than mine; and indeed in but a moment, the stallion materializes in the fog.
I take him in for a moment, eyes examining his slightly smaller build and the tail and paws which attaches themselves to it. Aside from these features, not much is overtly shown by the ocelot stallion, but I prepare myself for the possibility of further unseen magicks. I have no psychic abilities that apply to the battlefield myself, but that’s not to say that my opponent won’t, either.
I am moving at a trot when Rome makes his move. I envy the upper hand he has on traction in this snowy environment, but do not let it distract me from tracking his cat-like movement with my eyes. He circles behind me to my left, and Panthera falls somewhat behind me such that she might defend from either side. Rome continues his circle however, briefly falling in my blindspot and then reappearing with a lag on my right due to the fog. My ears strain to catch the fall of his paws, but they are almost noiseless due to his agility and hybridity.
As such, I am taken by surprise when the stallion bursts through the fog, to my right and just ahead of me. As his legs come together in preparation to rear, I throw my own weight backward and to the left, the collected gait of my trot allowing for the spook-like movement away from his oncoming attack.
Simultaneously, Panthera gathers her own weight and pounces, claws outstretched in an attempt to attach herself to Rome’s shoulders and haunches. The damage of four paws to the muscles of his back would be superficial but undeniably painful and distracting, with potential for tearing and excessive bleeding depending on how long she manages to stay on him, if at all. The longer and more fully she can sink her claws into her skin, the more detrimental the damage; for the stallion hasn’t armor like me, but then again, he is far more agile and likely to dodge her attack.
Due to his heightened agility and the way he can use the environment to his advantage, Rome manages to land a hit with each of his paws to my shoulder despite my spooking away. Many of his claws slip through the bone armor decorating my coat, tearing the skin and first layer of muscle there; I snort and snarl at the pain of it, but am in the end grateful that the armor stops his claws from fully sinking into what exposed flesh there is. The wounds will not impede my performance in this battle significantly, but the distraction of them may give Rome even more of an upper hand considering his advantage with the hazy setting.
Unaware of whether Panthera’s attack is successful or otherwise, I continue on my leftward trajectory for three strides of a canter before pivoting and facing where Rome had stood during the time of his attack. My hope is to keep him in front of me, and close; as my fangs and armor begin to fade, I lower my head and present my antlers, walking sideways in a semi-circle around where I understand Rome to be. With each step, the skin that he has damaged tears further and sends blood gruesomely down my side. Ultimately however, I have faced far worse damage in battle, and am able to ignore what pain the wounds present.
ooc - HAHA so uh two months later is still good right <3
Word count: 744, excluding ooc note
@[Rome]
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