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Kerberos wasn't the most agile, elegant of hunters and this was not the first time his pounce missed its mark, nor was it the first time that he was sent fumbling, tail over ears, from a miscalculated lunge. A rock caught his paw and he stumbled, falling over himself, twisting his paw from his momentum. A yelp escaped from two muzzles as another snarled, head twisting to meet the wolf with his pink eyes.
One head went to lick at the paw as he tried to get back up to his feet, his body parts all tangled together like a mess of puppies-- which was mostly what he was, aside from a bit of creamsicle colored snake-- yet eventually he managed to make it at least on to his belly, tongue rapidly licking at his injury.
"Hey-- come on," the head that was focused on the older wolf snarled to the others. The middle head kept licking, however, though the other head sheepishly glanced past the tall pointy ears.
"Need more teeth," he whined to himself. The middle head paused, a pink tongue licking over his equally pink nose.
"One," he woofed softly, his tail curling around his flank, quivering as all three sets of eyes looked up towards Arkrael.
"Two!"
"Now!"
He howled, synchronized, all three heads baying towards the ceiling, his fur bristling as his injured paw began to glow a deep, ominous crimson. It was then that he tried his very best to manipulate the energy around him into a copy of himself.
{ FIGHT STATISTICS }
KERBEROS v. ARKRAEL
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE
- { ATTEMPT }
- ~ SUMMON MORE TEETH!
- { DEFENSES }
- ~ pressed low to the ground, tail curled close to his side
- { INJURIES }
- ~ prior injuries;;
~ current injuries;;