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Vladimir | Male | 5 | Beta of Genosses
TOURNAMENT BRAWL VLAD Vs SILK

"Never back down. Never give up."

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Roman | Alpha Male of Genosses | 5 Years
More Info on Pg.1 | Location: The Pit

Roman >> Aediean

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Silk | Brawler of Genosses | 4 Years
Location: The Pitts
Tournament: Silk vs Vladimir

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The playful Brawler was encouraged and her mood was heightened as the handsome Beta confirmed their pairing. With a swift arch in her withers, and a tail held high, Silk yipped playfully, soon bounding up into the air and padding after Vlad, a rough pink tongue hanging left-side of her jowls. As they ventured to the Pitts, where Aedeian and Roman were already facing off, the ebony female thought about Vlad's words. ..where we will fight as equals. Nothing more, nothing less.. This caused a flurry of anxiety and bloodthirsty tendencies to rise up in Silk's chest. Her breastplates would flare up, soft winter coat still puffing out from her underarms, and a hot breath would be released from between her ivory jaws as she thought about versing Vlad in a equally matched fight. As in, the Brawler would take no mercy, would not worry about injuring or insulting her Beta, nor would she have the need to hold back. Although, the thought of her injuries did not come to mind.. which to Silk, could be considered a positive trait to her current attitude.

The heavy wolfess would follow Vlad through the opening of The Pitts, watching with keen eyes as he made his way to one end of the 'arena'. He would turn to face her, and she sized him up, lifting her head and tail whilst shaking up her ominous pelt as he stood before her. Ears would slowly fall backwards upon her skull as Aedeian and Roman's fight would carry through the air, but she need not to find the noises as distractions. With a narrowed gaze, her poisonous glare would eye Vlad, and a toothy smirk would appear within her canines as she watched him bolt towards her. As the bulky Beta approached with ease with parted jaws, the hot-headed vixen would arch her back upwards and snap her jaws towards the flashing teeth down near her stomach, shuffling herself backwards to avoid injuries to her soft underbelly. To receive an injury so early in the brawl would not be tolerated. As the black Grey shuffled backwards in attempts to avoid being bitten, the clumsy looking fae would twist her bodice ever so slightly, pushing out with her hind-legs to end up side by side with her opponent. Keeping her chin low, Silk swiftly snapped her jaws as Vlad's left hind leg, just nipping his ankles if he hadn't avoided it. If he had, the Brawler would have knocked into his haunches with a growl, more than likely shoving him and causing him to become unbalanced, hopefully tripping him. The wolfess watched as Vlad reacted, realizing that this was one of the more fair fights; considering size and weight, there really wasn't much difference between the two battling wolves. Though her moves seemed petty, Silk had strategies in mind, and would in time use her weight and full potential once Vlad has unveiled his own tactics. For now, either a bitten tendon or a bump in the backside would initiate Vlad to use one of his own moves on the pretty Brawler.


( OOC: she's not standing and waiting for a response, I'm trying to RP as if the action just happened so Vlad is able to reply to either option )

Vladimir | Male | 5 | Beta of Genosses
TOURNAMENT BRAWL VLAD Vs SILK

It has begun. The rush of the brute’s entrance was well received by his opponent much to his eager excitement. The swift fae would have dodged his initial toothy greeting, sidling out of the way just in time for his ravenous jaws to merely taste the lengthy guard hairs of her closest flank. She’d have twisted around enough to tease him with a sharp pinch of teeth on his rear leg, pain minimal in the surge of adrenaline. If anything, the sensation spurred the fire of battle, pupils dialating with a sense of dangerous euphoria. Steady feet would land square and balanced then, springing power contorting his body towards the sly maiden without any pause other than landing. He would be on her opposite side now, since she had shifted earlier during his initiation of the fight, and his forceful weight would be directed towards the intended weak spot between neck and shoulder. Rear limbs braced for impact, pads anticipating the activity required to keep his own self from becoming unbalanced if at all possible. Tilted crown aimed to shield his neck from grasp in his forceful throw of weight, chest vibrating with thunderous growls. His intention was to throw the fae off balance or at the very least initiate a numbing backwards stumble that opened up more opportunities of violence. If connection were true, the beast would lash out with ravenous grip at the closest vulnerable flesh, most likely in the shoulder and lower neck region. If by some means Silk would manage to avoid his intensely directed thrash, he would immediately lower his scar mangled muzzle as his forelegs met the dirt, canines eagerly seeking the flesh of the dame’s forelegs or chest. Gnashes would be lightning swift amidst the air until meeting potential meat whereas they would immediately lock with unrelenting hold.

[OOC] Sorry if this is crappy! Never battled before in an RP

"Never back down. Never give up."

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Roman | Alpha Male of Genosses | 5 Years
More Info on Pg.1 | Location: The Pit

Roman >> Aediean

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Silk | Brawler of Genosses | 4 Years
Location: The Pitts
Tournament: Silk vs Vladimir

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The attack on the Beta's hind leg proved to be meaningless, as the swift nip to the ankle would only encourage the male into pursuing the fight. Standing sturdily, Silk would watch with a toxic yellow gaze as Vladimir rapidly approached, knocking into Silk's weak spot in the neck and upper shoulder. A yelp or whine was not sounded, no, but a bloodthirsty roar of a bark, with gurgling saliva and wild snarls ripping out between her ivory fangs. With booming growls erupting from her throat, the adrenaline-fueled vixen would find herself unbalanced, having been knocked backwards from a spot where there was such vulnerability. With clumsy shuffling paw-steps, the Brawler would bare her fangs and flatten her ears, revealing her deadly front canines to her foe. She would snap her jaws at lightning speed, twisting her sore neck around to meet Vladimir's muzzle. Whether she scraped the surface of his cheek or not, Silk hadn't notice as she found herself falling sideways with the Beta's jaws snapping and tearing towards her flesh near her lower neck. With a quick nod of her head, chin would be placed near the chest and as the wolfess would fall sideways, front paws would be thrown up, beginning to pound and claw at the Beta's chest, though not impacting themselves into the skin. A few bruises maybe, but no blood drawn with her claws. Whilst on the ground with the large male biting at her revealing flesh, Silk knew she had to think quick. As blood was drawn just above her shoulder blade, a curdling growl rose up in her throat as the black-pelted wolf begun to thrash wildly, swinging her cranium ferociously until her jaws caught onto the inner flesh of the Beta's front left leg. Bites would continue to be gnashed towards Silk's chest, she held her sturdy jaws onto the inner part of the leg, soon drawing blood. With blood trickling down her tongue and the warmth of her own blood upon her chest, Silk's nerves tingled with excitement. The Beta's motives and tactics were appealing, and the in-heat wolfess would find herself even more attracted to the handsome brute than she was before. If Vlad would break free from Silk's hold, then the fae would find herself up on her feet within a flash, from not having the constant weight and presence of the male wolf above her. The fae would wait to see if her opponent would back off from the everlasting bite, or if he would continue on with the painful bites towards the exposed shoulder.

"Never back down. Never give up."

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Roman | Alpha Male of Genosses | 5 Years
More Info on Pg.1 | Location: The Pit

Roman >> Aediean

Vladimir | Male | 5 | Beta of Genosses
TOURNAMENT BRAWL VLAD Vs SILK

Vladimir was thoroughly enjoying this well-matched brawl, even though the resounding ferocity that berated his jowls stated otherwise. Fully commited to his task of over powering his opponent, the ebon beast would have no choice but to accept the flesh that was now missing from exposed check due to the dangerous femme's teeth. The hot sensation of blood letting and pain endorphins would be noted of said wound, grotesque growls reverberating through grinding teeth as he inflicted his own marks upon his opponent. The striking of powerful forelegs against his chest would make breaths more difficult with locked jaws. Silk was indeed more than just a pretty face, and most likely there would be bruising beneath his chest tomorrow that would confirm that. Ha, if the bleeding battle scars wouldn't be enough evidence in themselves! The beta would remain vigilant in his hold of her vulnerable shoulder, positive that the fae would react as he hoped. Patience, Vladimir! His hold almost loosened once he'd note the inevitability of a  strike to his foreleg, but that would be a key role for his intended plan to follow though 8ugh. The agonizing sear of pain against the inner flesh of his leg was quite severe, pupils constricting involuntarily at the surge of adrenaline that would fuel his next moves. Knowing Silk's jaws were occupied and her head and neck more vulnerable in such close proximity,  the obsidian warrior would release his current hold, blood stained enamel glistening for a milisecond as they flashed in the cool air. His body weight would shift to his front-end in that instant, currently bitten leg thrust forwards harshly in an effort to gag the female or at least thrust her head upwards since she was already in a bad position with back nearly on the ground it seemed. In that milisecond of flashing teeth and thrusted leg, Vladimir would attempt to grasp the more vulnerable underside of Silk's hopefully exposed throat. Senses would be aware of her ability to block the dangerous attack, though she would have need of the use of her jaws which were currently occupied. Chest rattled with a thundering heart, blood screaming through his veins with increasing speed. The stench of iron consumed the area, both fighters' coats wet with red and growing by the second, though nothing life-threatening would be apparant. Vladimir would seek submission with this intended chokehold, though he would not underestimate Silk's abilities. She was obviously skilled and knew how to fight properly. Vladimir was impressed with her boldness and overall attitude so far. Beyond the taste and smell of metal and dirt, the feminine perfume still lingered sweetly in the midst, trying its best to distract the male. He'd pay it no mind currently, though if the fae managed to dodge his planned attack would he be able to deny it again and again? 

"Never back down. Never give up."

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Roman | Alpha Male of Genosses | 5 Years
More Info on Pg.1 | Location: The Pit

Roman >> Aediean