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TOURNAMENT: North vs Left
« on: February 23, 2016, 02:45:57 PM »
This is a ROUND 1 fight thread for North and Left

this is a 1 v 1 fight, no one but them should post in here to interfere.

All site and pack rules apply, which means these fights are no consent. The fight will end on the deadline, when one wolf cannot fight and/or are killed. The deadline is 3 weeks from now, and each opponent has 3 days to post. If one does not post, you will get a warning and a one day extension, but this is only a one-time thing only! If you fail to post again with the deadline, you will automatically forfeit. If there must be an extension due to IRL situations, you may ask, but I will not give any more than 3 days.

If there are any problems, please post in the thread, do not PM me or the alphas. If you need a further explanation from your opponent, comment in the thread and ask for clarification. Do not edit your post when your opponent replies.

Remember that this is set in the Deep Marsh! This is traditionally where Tournaments happen, so you’ll be rolling in the mud together.

Now have fun, and the best of luck to you!!

DEADLINE: March 15th


S H A D O N ♜

All my life I've been debating
All the crows they sit there waiting
Wondering what I'm going to eat
Until I have it I can't breathe

I only see you on the floor
Your hearts not beating anymore
My lust for you it cannot wait
Your skin it tastes like chocolate


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Re: TOURNAMENT: North vs Left
« Reply #1 on: February 23, 2016, 04:46:44 PM »
A tournament. What a novel idea, and North had taken some time pondering over whether or not to participate. However, when he'd heard that Nero was fighting... well, he couldn't resist, could he? North was thirsty for Nero's blood and christ, he'd fight off every one of these lowlifes if he had to, to get to the crimson slab again. A fight was just that much more official when it was a tournament, he'd heard. His mother had told him about tournaments; he'd always been to young to participate, or even watch them, in his life prior to the Fringe. But perhaps he'd even gain something from this one, not that he'd considered a rank a priority, not at this point, unlike his adversary.

The mongrel sized up his opponent with a mismatched, mildly cold stare. Unremarkable, was the first thing that came to mind, and their name was Left. Not that he could talk, considering his own name, but it brought a tickle of humour to his lips. He stood in the thick mud, silently grateful for his long, slender legs, but far less grateful for his tail, which hung limply in the muck. His structure, as a whole, gave him both advantages and disadvantages. Perhaps they would simply weigh one another out.

He opted to make the first attack, because he was impatient, and there was no reason for them to be standing and staring at one another like this. He held no animosity towards the pale stranger beyond the fact that she was Saboran, and the sooner the fight was over-with, the better. They could get on with their lives, one way or another.

Launching towards the wolf, the mongrel sprung, fox-like, into the air, but instead of opening his jaws wide to bite, he pressed his nimble forepaws together and drove them forward as he descended aiming to knock the stranger in the face, shoulders or back. Certainly not a violent attack, more of a pre-emptive one. If his paws hit target, perhaps staggering or disorientating the stranger  - he was too light for the attack to do more damage than that - he would then snap in the direction she had been knocked in, using the opportunity while she was not composed to snap at her upper limbs and shoulders.

If his knock missed, he would land, with a gentle splash, and spiral to meet her, anticipating a counter-attack. Opening his jaws wide and lowering his head to aim for her chest or neck, wherever happened to be convenient. He was certainly a bouncy opponent, if nothing else.
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Re: TOURNAMENT: North vs Left
« Reply #2 on: February 24, 2016, 08:36:34 PM »
Left was far behind her brother in terms of progress in Saboro. He had the rank of Sentry (or at least she thought he did) and she was still promoted to plain ol' slab. Slab was such a stupid word, she wasn't some piece of meat others could take a chunk of. She had to prove to Dante that she was worthy of something. Worthy of following her down the long path to success as Sabora, and her two white companions following behind somewhere close.

The mud clung to her paws, making her white coat brown, staining her in an odd way. Pink eyes rested on her opponent, watching him for a good few seconds, not saying anything.

Let's get this over with...

He sprang forward first, jumping up into the air. Left dodged to her right, and as he landed, there was enough time for her to strike. She would surge forward, muscled body barreling at the more lean wolf. Jaws opened to aim at his back leg, hopefully sinking into the knee. If she grabbed hold of it, she would pull back, despite her feeling teeth along her rib cage. She ignored the sting, and even if her attack missed, she would still feel the aftermath of the jump.

If she didn't catch his knee, she would still swipe her head toward his direction, trying to bite into his rib cage or even ducking her head to grab at his elbow.

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Re: TOURNAMENT: North vs Left
« Reply #3 on: February 26, 2016, 05:47:55 PM »
North's momentum was useful in that it drove his teeth deeper and with more power into his opponent's chest, but inversely, it also forced his leg further into her mouth as her teeth closed around it. With his knee trapped her mouth and her teeth inches away from vital ligament surrounding his patella, he pushed into her, rather than trying to pull his knee back and risking a torn cruciate. He would force his entire body weight forward, centering the push around the attachment he had on her chest, aiming to gode her into releasing his leg in favour of prolonged pain from his teeth.

If she remained attached, he would release her chest and instead curving his spine around to secure his jaws around her head, if she didn't move in time, and to press down hard in a vice-like grip, if it was not avoided, perhaps giving a shake of his head like a terrier with a rat, attempting to tear skin and get through to any important jaw muscles.

If his initial push was successful and her teeth were released, he would use the opportunity to break away from her and bounce back a couple of steps, shaking out his hindleg quickly to rid it of any numbness or pain. Then, he would dive at her ankles, aiming to trip her up with a few well-aimed snaps to her forepaws. He would use any unsteadiness that might occur to his advantage and attempt to slam into her with the side of his body; to push her into the mud. If she fell, he would pounce, aiming to hold her face down with his forepaws and perhaps choke her on the thick liquid.

If all attacks failed, he would instead spring back a few paces, perhaps to avoid any counter attacks, re-steadying himself for anything she might throw, and recomposing for his next attack.




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Re: TOURNAMENT: North vs Left
« Reply #4 on: February 26, 2016, 07:28:28 PM »
Teeth managed to latch onto his knee and Left used all of her jaw strength to keep her grip on him. This was an awkward position, especially since he managed to catch her chest. He knew the dangers of her getting his knee, risking a lot of injury and grief, so he tried to take another route.

However, Left moved forward as soon as he let go, even if he tried to push his weight into her which sent her back a little since their traction was almost nonexistant since their footing was mud. Left pushed her shoulder into his ribs to prevent him from whipping around to try to grab her. As he tried, she pushed her back legs off the mud to lauch forward and then swing her body, hopefully causing North to lose his footing as she kept her fangs firmly hooked in. If she succeeded, she'd pull him onto his back and drag him along in the mud, not allowing him to push himself back up again. She would then let go and try to jump onto him, teeth snapping at the bottom of his ribs. She knew she could kill him, he was a low-class like her, but that would be a waste.

She only wanted to win.

If she didn't succeed in twirling herself around to make him lose his footing, then she would ram back into him, though his teeth would catch the side of her neck. Even if he got a hold of her, which he most likely would and possibly shake his head, she would return the favor as his delicate knee was still in her grasp. She would shake hard, using her jaw muscles to clench down onto the bone and cause extreme pain.

She would then wait to see what his next move was before she attempted anything further.

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Re: TOURNAMENT: North vs Left
« Reply #5 on: February 29, 2016, 07:06:04 PM »
Her grip was persistent and vice-like and North decided to give her her way, moving with her to avoid any further damage being done to his knee by pulling pressure. They slipped around together in the mud, and she began to force him around. Eventually, he realised that she was aiming to push him over, onto his back, and he thought quickly. Pushing through his hind-legs, he allowed himself to slip as her jaws finally released, goding her into springing onto his front as she dragged him onto his back. As she went for his ribs, he kicked up his back feet towards her stomach, aiming to send her up and over his head or, at least, to wind and claw her.

If the force of the kick did indeed send her flying, he would spring up onto his feet, back and neck caked in mud, then launch at her again, aiming to turn the tables and pin her with a well-placed shove, teeth to her shoulder or elbow. If he didn't succeed in pushing her over, he would instead tighten his grip on the upper limb, and, if his teeth were around her elbow, to pull and shake in an attempt to dislocate it.

If his kick didn't send her over his head, he would continue to push and force into her belly, trying to force her to get off him by the prolonged pressure to her gut. He would press his forepaws towards her face and head, shoving at it with those two, so that all four paws would be forcing and clawing at her, an onslaught from all sides. Teeth snapped at her face and ears, not quite able to reach her from the angle he was at. But if she was unlucky, the teeth would scour her forehead, perhaps muzzle and ears. An inconvenience, really, not much more. The bulk of his attack went into forcing her off.

If he succeeded in pushing her off, he would roll over, as he would have done if she'd flown over his head, and pursue the same route of attack.




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Re: TOURNAMENT: North vs Left
« Reply #6 on: March 03, 2016, 02:35:30 AM »
Getting North onto his back was successful, but as Left dove down to bite down into his chest region, his back legs came up into her abdomin, knocking the wind out of her. She didn't quite fall or get kicked off easily. Even though he was larger in size, she was heavier and bulky. Left quickly rolled off to the side, flipping herself over once until she was back on her feet.

North was up as well, and there was barely enough time to dodge. Left met him, rearing up onto her back legs as he tried to push her over. She would allow his teeth to grab onto her scruff or shoulder, but in return her jaws would snap at his ears or face. Arms would also grab around his neck to pull him in so he couldn't go anywhere if she did end up attaching herself to him.

If she had caught his ears or any flesh around his face, or anything at all, really, Left would thrash her head in order to tear whatever she had off. Her weight would lean into him to try to dominate the weight between them to get him into the mud once again.

If none of this succeeded, she would try to run around him in a circle, not wanting to get caught in his teeth unless necessary. She wanted to know his plan of attacks and counter-act them. She was more of a defensive fighter than anything, while Right had always been the offensive.

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Re: TOURNAMENT: North vs Left
« Reply #7 on: March 06, 2016, 03:09:06 PM »
They reared up together, forelegs tangling together and teeth clashing like battling stallions. He found his grip in her shoulder and sank his teeth in deep, shaking his head in an attempt to tear off a wad of flesh, pulling back with the force of his body. However, he was blocked from completely falling away from her, and therefore the tear was likely less violent than it could have been, by the arms linked around his neck and shoulders, in a sort of violent hug. Her teeth tore into his large ears; an obvious target; and ripped holes in them. Superficial damage, but painful nonetheless.

She was heavier than him, and he could feel her forcing them both over again, or trying to, and he struggled against her, trying to counter her weight advantage with his natural balance. Her grip made it impossible for him to spring away, as he would have liked to, or even to slip out of her arms; it was unlikely that she'd allow him to, she wasn't stupid. Eventually, it become too much and he slipped, cursing his lithe form. However, as they fell, he would open his jaws wide to meet her; if he was lucky, her neck or face would fall straight into them - his jaws had been on her shoulder, so her neck was in close proximity to his teeth. Her weight would become the disadvantage, instead. Once she was on top of him, he would clench his jaws down on whatever he'd managed to secure, if anything.

If her instictive reaction was to pull away from the attack, it would allow him a route of escape and he would either throw himself upwards to roll over and instead pin her, or, if that failed, he would scramble up to his feet and begin to circle with her, upper lip curled and deadly, mismatched eyes scrutinising her for a few moments, before opting to leap directly at her. He would feint, dodging sideways to the right, just before his teeth hit her. If she had dodged to the right, his teeth would be waiting for her face. If she had dodged to the left or not at all, he would throw himself sideways into her, attempting to push her over or disorientate.

If she withstood the bite, he would clench down harder on whatever part of her flesh he had won. Providing it was vital - her face or neck, for example - he would begin to rip and tear again. He aimed not for death, but for severe damage. Her lower neck, that had been immediately in sight of his jaws when they'd toppled over, held a whole treasure trove of important tubes for him to rupture or tear.

If his jaws met no target whatsoever, his forepaws would instead press up towards her neck, an attempt to push her off forcibly, and also to compress her windpipe, given she didn't move away quickly enough to prevent it.

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Re: TOURNAMENT: North vs Left
« Reply #8 on: March 10, 2016, 01:21:22 AM »
They locked forms, arms tangled together like a lover's embrace, only their teeth were met violently rather than gently. Left had the advantage of her weight, shifting them over and eventually North lost his balance, slipping in the mud and down they went.

Except now her weight had gone against her. As they slammed into the ground, Left on top of him, teeth grabbed the side of her neck near the nap as she had turned her head to avoid smacking her nose into the ground. He would chew and thrash around, and albeit painful, Left snarled and snapped her jaws at his armpit. A sensitive and painful place to have teeth gore, and there was even the risk of severing a vital vein that could result in massive bleeding.

She wouldn't try to escape him, actually pushing her weight down on him to pin him to the ground. If she couldn't bite into his armpit, she would snap at his leg still, as she could rend it useless if it came to it. It would be a shame, but this was a contest after all.

And Dante was watching.

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Re: TOURNAMENT: North vs Left
« Reply #9 on: March 13, 2016, 12:25:04 PM »
North felt his teeth tear into her nape. Not the most ideal place on her neck to grab, but she had turned her head away and, in doing so, protected her jugular. The mongrel felt irritation rise up in his throat and he deepened his bite, tearing past layers of fur in order to grab at her skin. He wasn't able to do as much damage as he would have liked, however, as soon her teeth were inflicting a number on him in return, goring at his underarm, where thick guard fur gave way to feather-soft down.

Aware of the damage that could be done, he would force his foreleg down, attempting to squash her face under his leg. It was a temporary measure, and it was unlikely to do any damage or even be effective. More of a distraction, than anything. Whilst doing that, he would bring his hindlegs back up again to gauge his claws into her belly in the same place he had kicked her earlier which, if he was lucky, would still be sensitive. This time, no attempt was made to kick, however. He simply wanted to open the weak skin there.

If his efforts found footing and he managed to tear her open, he would then start to press his hind paws hard against the wounds, trying to trigger an instinctive response to get away from the pain which, in turn, might just have her get off him. If she did spring away from him, he would be up on his feet in a moment, and would immediately throw his face towards hers again, hopefully while she was distracted, this time aiming for the eyes and ears. This time, he wasted no energy. He was prepared to tear off organs if he had to. Any grip he made on her, regardless of whether or not it was on her face, would result in a backwards tearing action, coming away with eyes, or ears, or skin, or nothing at all, if he missed her completely.

If she fought against him, and he remained pinned, he would rethink. He could feel the skin of his under arm threatening to give away and his priority was to get her away from it, lest he lose the use of his foreleg. He would set his jaws around her head, if she made no attempt to escape, and tighten his jaws in a vice-like grip. He did not try to pull her away, knowing she could just as easily take the nerves and muscle of his armpit with her. Instead, he simply began to crush, trying to put as much pressure onto her skull as possible, drool from his mouth likely seeping down the front of her face.




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Re: TOURNAMENT: North vs Left
« Reply #10 on: March 16, 2016, 12:47:11 AM »
The deadline has expired!! Congrats to North as the winner of this round!


S H A D O N ♜

All my life I've been debating
All the crows they sit there waiting
Wondering what I'm going to eat
Until I have it I can't breathe

I only see you on the floor
Your hearts not beating anymore
My lust for you it cannot wait
Your skin it tastes like chocolate


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