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wolf teeth lashline == v. ozzy

Toulouse Posts: 146
Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 8.0 | def: 11.0 | dam: 4.0
Gelding :: Equine :: 17hh :: Six HP: 74 | Buff: ENDURE
Boomslang :: Green Ratsnake :: Paralyze Neverrmind
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Since his sudden departure from his post on the western approach to their continent, Toulouse had found himself in moments of thought and contemplation, even allowing time to structure his weeks around tasks to better suit the direction his loyalty now faced. The longer he dwelled on the outside looking in, Toulouse began to understand that those he had clashed with had only ever seen a grin as sharp as a knife, and hatred worn like a second skin. In truth, the gelding only ever wanted an eye for an eye—
he didn’t care if they went blind.
When it came to his new home, his course of action was entirely different. All defences were down, all weapons holstered. The opposite would be no way to make allies.

The Lady’s expedition was a task he knew he could achieve, but one he knew he could easily work to his advantage. Sparring experience was needed always in the warrior ranks, and was always a welcome source of sport and training for the serpentine gent himself. What better way to help the herd than to assist a warrior in training? Volunteering as a punching bag would not do for the sleuth as he himself would greatly benefit from a good few hits himself, and besides, he had a girl in mind who he was sure would prefer to be competitive rather than beating a still target. Oizys was her name, and the times Toulouse had run into her thus far it had seemed she welcomed any challenge. In fact, she created them.

Stepping from his cave, Toulouse headed south along a ridge so he might spy the soldier from afar. Unsure if she ever strayed far fro the Basin, Toulouse took to patrolling the border in search of the gargoyle rather that keeping his eyes fixed upon the central spots. If she truly was intending on doing her job as a soldier, he wouldn't expect to find her bathing at the hot springs or enjoying a sun soak by the lake, so he didn’t waste any time by looking there. Boomslang remained spun upon his crown, wishing more sun to fall upon his body as he lay coiled in wait for another to bite just like he had Sacre.

Already the moon and the stars had begun to peak through the sun-streaked sky, the pinks, blues and purples illuminating the entire landscape as it unfolded before his feet. Pausing momentarily, Toulouse gave a great sigh as he admired the view. A sunset like this would always be the perfect remedy for any sadness that came with the anagapesis of the home he had once worked so hard for. Though, it was as he cast his windswept gaze out into the basin below that he spotted his target.

Heavy footfalls took the gelding down the slope, his pace reaching a canter by the bottom as he dashed over the cold earth. Soon reaching the flat, leafy surface below, Toulouse pinned his sights on the grey giant of a girl. Briefly mapping out the surface, gaining an idea of the slippery terrain he cantered over, Toulouse marked an area with his gaze to where he’d place their battle; a flat lakeside area between the crafter’s cave and the Basin’s lake.

With each step his attack was calculated, choosing to withhold any kind of warning from the soldier; the element of surprise would be a great element in attacking this behemoth, on the account that she would have greater strength than he due to her heavy blood. Though, Toulouse did have his own ancestors of the desert to thank for his superior endurance and what he could only hope would be a faster attack speed.

Keeling backwards onto his haunches as he drew near, collecting his powering his back and hind end, Toulouse bared his teeth as he stepped forth around the woman’s offside flank and reached out with his mouthful of fangs in an attempt to clamp them upon her whither. A grunt escaped his mouth as he then took to lifting his left front hoof, taking it forwards and then down with upon her offside knee, a great attempt at injuring the kneecap within.
It was only then as he reeled away from what he hoped was a successful attack that he gave a great roar, one that erupted fro the deepest chasm in his chest. A spar was offered, the challenge demanded.


Attack No. 1/3
Word count: 754
Setting: The basin just at sunset on a flat area near the late!
@Oizys

UNSPLASH | DRKAV@DA l SPACE
I AM THE KEY TO THE LOCK IN YOUR HOUSE—
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—

EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS

SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD


Messages In This Thread
wolf teeth lashline == v. ozzy - by Toulouse - 03-30-2017, 05:53 PM
RE: wolf teeth lashline == v. ozzy - by Oizys - 04-03-2017, 12:45 PM
RE: wolf teeth lashline == v. ozzy - by Toulouse - 04-08-2017, 10:22 PM
RE: wolf teeth lashline == v. ozzy - by Oizys - 04-19-2017, 12:50 PM
RE: wolf teeth lashline == v. ozzy - by Toulouse - 04-30-2017, 06:33 PM
RE: wolf teeth lashline == v. ozzy - by Blu - 05-02-2017, 10:39 AM
RE: wolf teeth lashline == v. ozzy - by Oizys - 05-09-2017, 02:29 PM
RE: wolf teeth lashline == v. ozzy - by Blu - 06-03-2017, 12:32 PM

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