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Post by jozi on Jan 2, 2010 21:11:59 GMT -7
Ava breathed out her nose excitedly, she made a slight wolf giggle, in a breathing noise. It seemed even though her pro-choice stepped down she didn't mind. She could understand, and she'd rather have the ones she gets along with not hurt, she was amused by that. The wolf made a funny look that spoke. It seemed so unreal, laid back and human-like, she couldn't help herself but friendly push him in a joking manner back with her forehead. Well then! Ava gladly sat back. It was such an interest to see Grace step up, Ava was proud of that, It was about time some girl showed a little pride over males for once. She smiled, showing her great whites, though it seemed something not a wolf would do, but a human, it seemed completely normal to her.
Then came Morrison, where somewhere deep down ava could tell that this smooth-talker will take the crowd, Ava could see him being such the lead of this, even though it might bug the hell out of her, she could only just imagine, but she had no right to judge someone she didn't know that well, so she accepted. It was only the play-with-my-food and eat biscuits guy she knew, and she hadn't really seen his serious side, so maybe she'd find that out today. Deep somewhere down she also hoped he'd win. Then Tah, well Ava just couldn't place a finger to judge him either, strong yes he was, but brains, possibly, and maybe more than she thought. It isn't all buff that wins the glory, she remembered, but this Tah would also be a good leader. So here I am surrounded by magnificent others Ava twitched her tail secretly, she envied all of that. I bet you do Roco said, he must've become very on edge with all of the mush her brain has been thinking about. She laughed, a coughing-like sound coming out.
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Post by Tahmores Stian on Jan 8, 2010 11:25:35 GMT -7
Still laying on the ground Tahmores takes a look at the two who had taken up the challenge for leadership of this little adventure. A lithe and agile female and a cocky, confident male, these two could well put up a nice bit of competition. Lifting himself up Tahmores trots over to where Morrison is, giving him a half playful, half serious growl. He stands in front of Morrison, whether meaning to or not there is a look of superiority on his face. He gives a series of barks to tell the others that he would take on Morrison first, whoever won this fight would then take on Grace. He hadn't become leader yet but was already making decisions like one. Son of a pack leader and warrior himself making him have a bad habit of starting to take control of a situation even if there is already someone in charge.
Before he makes a move to tackle Morrison the call of a new wolf carries through the air, though by call alone he could not tell much about the owner of the voice, Tahmores would let one of the others asnwer back, his mind for the moment is focused on Morrison and ways he can take him down. Lowering his head a little and baring his teeth Tahmores suddenly rushes forwards, aiming his nose to the ground, intending to get underneath his chest and then push up, hoping to flip Morrison into the air and onto his back, knock the wolf around a little. It was how Tahmores was taught to fight; instead of going in with all the proverbial guns blazing, you keep moving, keep the target moving and tire them out. Dodge and weave, give them a few good heavy bumps to rattle the brain.
(Tried not to powerfly here)
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