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Post by Azaelia on Jun 1, 2017 17:18:42 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2017 11:31:15 GMT -8
His icy blue orbs sliced through the shadows of the tree's as he walked, heavy paws careful to step onto the bare spots and avoid the crisp autumn colored leaves. It was as if he were a shadow himself, stalking right behind whatever he pleased with the power of silence at his will. Contrary to this, his large white figure emerged into a cool sunlight that rested gently on a small lake, no fucks given about who could see him. Inferno had been wandering around this area for a week or two now, blissfully strolling through the forest and eventually, always, ending up here. He imagined from time to time what a wonderful area this would be to raise a family. The scent of rogues, besides himself, was dismal. The area was practically vacant other than the prey and predators that had obviously went about their life for years here. Such a place needed to be protected, and as he was the first to find it, well finders keepers as he always thought. Inferno trotted up towards the water's edge, gazing intently over his reflection. " My, you're gorgeous," he would say, bringing his steady gaze up and toward the tree's, searching. He had smelled a second scent that mingled with his own about half an hour ago. Female, he would think, and quiet like himself. Alas, this area wasn't big enough for two, or at least not a second of whom Inferno did not know. She had to go. His previous statement could have easily fooled her into thinking it was directed toward her, as he guessed she was nearby. " Oh, and i'm sure you're decent as well. Maybe a solid 5," he chuckled, this time speaking directly toward the invisible she-wolf. Inferno's tail flicked eagerly behind him, though his posture stood calmly, no such threat visible in his expression or body language. Eternally he was starving. Not hunger for food, but for bloodshed and the death of another fallen weakling. Test the strong, take out the weak, keep the hierarchy balanced. " Why don't you come out? I caught a rather plump squirrel this morning and I'd love to share it!" he'd call, offering a gentle smile. Inferno then sat squarely on his haunches, throwing his head back and letting it roll past his shoulder. " Oh, i've gotten so lonely out here," he continued, ears alert for any sort of sudden movement. The leaves just made it easier for him. No way to sneak attack when the ground was littered with the noise makers, thus why he never cared to go after her in the first place, rather give away his position from the start. A damn good storm was brewing inside of him, his pearly white canines just waiting drip crimson ooze.
OOC: I left Miraa heavily open as to how you want to present her :3
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2017 15:55:56 GMT -8
Bright shreds of reds, oranges, and browns arced over the female’s head, a clear sign that autumn had officially made its descent upon the world. The crisp air was yet another reminder. Leaves crunched softly beneath Miraa’s creamy paws with every other step, though the she-wolf tried her hardest to avoid them, so as to avoid making noise. Caramel eyes drank in the lovely sight, the result of a long transition between the summer and fall.
"My, you're gorgeous." A masculine voice split through the trees. Immediately, Miraa’s entire body froze, rigid. Not even a twitch of her tail or a blink of her eye broke her eerie stillness. Ever so slowly, her head turned about, searching for the source of the noise. She saw no one, and yet . . . Her body was concealed entirely by towering, shadowy trees and the brush at their bases. If she couldn’t view the male to whom the voice belonged, he could not see her. Whoever he spoke to, it was not her. She could only barely smell him as well. He must have been downwind of her, though close enough that she could still pick up a faintest traces of his scent. That, however, meant that her scent would be moving directly toward him.
"Oh, and I'm sure you're decent as well. Maybe a solid 5." Miraa’s brow furrowed as the voice continued its rant in a laughing tone. Such odd phrasing. The fur along her spine and neck raised slightly, discomfort settling into her very bones. The feeling only deepened as he spoke again: "Why don't you come out? I caught a rather plump squirrel this morning and I'd love to share it!" He was speaking to her. I have to move. This isn’t safe.
"Oh, I've gotten so lonely out here."
That was it. His voice was calm, casual even. Even still, Miraa found herself on the defensive. The last sentence was the one to set her body into motion. Her trek was slow, with her paws working to find the barest spots possible. The occasional crunch would accompany her foot finding itself upon a leaf, though the small noises could be attributed to nothing more than the breeze whisking the fallen leaves about or a small animal moving through the underbrush. Slowly but surely, the she-wolf made a wide arc upwind, careful to remain nearly silent and out of sight. As his scent became stronger, she brought herself to a halt, and slowly crept closer.
Through the brush, the female finally caught a glimpse of the male in question. Resting back on his haunches, the snowy male was seated several yards away from her current position, though it was unclear if he was yet aware of her. In her mind, her habits as a general made their way forward; she began to analyze him. He was large; he’d likely stand at a good few inches taller than her. He’d be stronger than her in that respect, but her long legs and lighter weight would give her an advantage in a different area. That would more than likely be what she would need to rely on.
As plans began to form themselves in her mind, they were accompanied by a tight feeling in her chest. She didn’t want to do this. But if she didn’t it could mean her death, or those of anyone else who entered this forest. Something in her instincts had told her that this male was a threat, and she was going to listen. Even still, images flashed through her mind; flashing claws and bloodied bodies, fury and pain racing through all involved. The she-wolf flinched, her eyes squeezing shut. Not now. Not now. Not now.
Her breaths seemed to catch in her throat, though she managed to keep herself quiet. Her heart pounded in her chest; she wondered if the male could hear it, though that was likely an irrationality. I can’t do it. I can’t fight. Not again. The words raced through her mind, anxiety sweeping through her limbs in spasms of tenseness. If she launched into this attack, she might find herself back at that day. She might find herself seizing up in terror, might find herself dead at the white brute’s feet as a result. This is what I have to do.
She shoved her anxiety back as much as she could, though she still felt as though she was struggling to breathe. As though someone was pushing her head underwater and she was running out of air quickly. As soon as her move was made, there would be no concealing herself, if she was still hidden from him at all. The leaves would give her away. She had made her choice, and there was no turning back as she launched from the brush and toward the male.
Her agility would help her here. The male would be heavier, slower. As she hurtled toward him, her teeth would snap brutally for the brute’s flank or neck, whichever she could reach. Should her teeth find their mark, they would latch down, clenching and tearing at flesh, crimson blood likely pooling in her maw, accompanied by a sick feeling of déjà vu that she would attempt to shove down.
Should the male have moved quickly enough to dodge her snapping blow, she would run past him a few feet before whipping around and falling into a defensive stance. Calculating brown eyes would watch each of even the tiniest movements for the male to gain any insight as to his possible moves. Her muzzle would remain pointed slightly toward the ground, leaving her tender throat with as much cover as she could possibly provide.
(OOC: Sorry it took so long! I hope I left it open enough for you to continue, I wasn’t sure what to do to make it more open. Good luck! I can’t wait to see how this plays out!)
@inferno (Sorry, I forgot to tag you xD)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2017 16:56:16 GMT -8
The hidden she-wolf ceased to speak toward his comments. Inferno's crystal orbs darted through the surrounding forest carefully, as if he were a hawk searching for a mouse to target. " I love playing games.." he would coon half to himself, his nose alone beginning to guide him as he noticed a scent change. She was moving, slowly, her aura becoming stronger. By now, the brute at least had a general idea of what area she was in, and his eyes rested there with ease, locking onto a general target. Inferno was never the hunter, and fighting wasn't normally what he reverted to, but he could win. Heck, he had both put his own father in his placed and killed him. No mercy. Ivory dipped ears searched eagerly, listening carefully as the occasional leaf crackled. Yet, all the while a soft wind drifted past him, an equally likely reason as to why he heard leaves. Well played. Though, as he had been wandering over to the small lake for a while now, he knew that animals would learn to be just as careful coming over to drink. Inferno chose to make the smarter move of getting to his paws, bracing his body for a soon to come attack. The she-wolf hadn't spoken, nor shown herself, an obvious sign that she was stalking him. She was quiet, maybe even quieter than him, and Inferno had to at least assume she wasn't larger than himself. In a quick motion, the rogue would finally appear, sprinting toward him at a full blown speed. Inferno might have dodged it, but he instead chose to evaluate her in the few seconds he had. Smaller than him in height, and judging by her speed obviously a bit skinnier. He could take the hit. Her expression was serious and focused, but she showed no facial or bodily expression that she wanted to kill as badly as him. His time was up. The she-wolf went straight for his throat, a typical move, though he had saved himself just a split second to turn his cranium, no longer exposing his windpipe toward her fangs. Instead, her white canines met the more meaty part lower on his neck near his shoulder. Speed also equalled force, and Inferno could not help but stumble slightly at the impact. Adrenaline pulsed through his veins like a heartbeat, the male baring his teeth as a baritone growl erupted from his chest. His now fiery hues searched, rapidly going over every single move he could manage. With the females hold on his lower neck, he might barely reach any part of her skin, and he likely wouldn't get a very good hold on her. That would be a double edged sword, just a battle to see who would let go first. He then would take his weight into consideration. Inferno made a quick decision, arching the side of his body so that she would have to copy as well as lifting a hind leg in order to push at her side. Meanwhile he would focus on getting his big front paws to smash onto hers. The idea was to get her to stumble under his strength, and if she fell, well she was just as vulnerable as an already dead mouse. Had she indeed stumbled, Inferno would take up the opportunity in an instant, harshly jerking his body away so that her jaws may slip from his blood smeared pelt. The pain would sting like a bitch, no doubt, but getting her off of him would be the key for him to get his own teeth a little dirty. If she did not release with the first jerk, surely she'd get a sore maw as he'd continue until she was off of him. If the female did not stumble, Inferno would chose to opt towards something that would make him more vulnerable, but give him a fighting chance. The brute would roll towards the ground on the side that she did not already occupy, growling louder as his precious flesh was tugged at more. Given that he was quick enough and she didn't get enough time to release and dance away, Inferno would target her now exposed throat that lay almost directly over his face. She would be too far away to properly get ahold of the windpipe, but he could at least sink his canines deep into her flesh. The downside was that he had now exposed his belly. In attempt to shield it, Inferno would curl his hind limbs over the vulnerable belly flesh, but that sure as hell wouldn't stop anything if the she-wolf was determined enough.
OOC: Nothing too crazy yet :3
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Post by Beta Violet on Jun 10, 2017 22:39:46 GMT -8
1st Post [Inferno] - Not scored since there was no attack. 2nd post [Miraa] - +3 for Realism, Clearness and Fairness in paragraph 10 +3 for Realism, Clearness and Fairness in paragraph 11 You were realistic in the fact that you stayed with your character's weakness, as well as your opponent's weaknesses. You also realistically portrayed your characters unwillingness to fight another. Your attack was clear and simple, something easily understood and able to be read by a beginner and they would know what you were talking about. Your attack was fair and the optional dodge factor was taken into account, and a plausible reaction towards that was created. You also allowed your opponent all options that they could make in that time period, and did not control them. Total bonus points: 6 3rd post [Inferno]
+2 Points for Realism and Fairness -1 point for Unclearness in paragraph 2 You were deducted a point because you were unable to demonstrate clearly the attacks that were put out. It seemed rather jumbled and hard to understand for someone reading at an advanced level of roleplay, let alone it would confuse a beginning roleplayer on what most of your attacks meant. Paragraph 3-4 I gave you 1/2 point for Realism because although you were realistic in the fact that Miraa could do some things, the somewhat unrealistic part was when Inferno would roll to the ground given that Miraa had not stumbled. If Miraa had a tight enough grip, the skin on Inferno's neck could be torn right off instead of dragging Miraa onto Inferno, and if Miraa was drug onto Inferno on top of him, its almost controlling her character by saying that her neck would be right above Inferno's mouth, especially when she could be angled. I also gave you 1/2 point for fairness, as you were fair with Miraa's character, to a point. You still somewhat controlled her in saying that she either stumbled or did not stumble, instead of possibly getting away from Inferno before he was able to attack. Of course, this would lead to the entirety of your post having to be changed, but you would have been better off going off "if she let go before Inferno could do anything" or "if she didn't let go" +1 point for Clearness Total: 3 bonus points Total Bonus Points Earned Inferno ; 3 Miraa ; 6
New Scores Inferno ; 7 Miraa ; 11
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