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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]" Gah! "


    And that was the sound of a canine losing a fight rather pathetically, slamming into the ground and getting a mouthful of dirt as he skidded across the earth, scraping his cut and bruised body further, before he tumbled to a halt, muscles aching.


    Diabolus gave a low grunt and flattened his ears as his triumphant opponent chuckled, muttering something that was probably insulting, before leaving. The canine was rather sore, but he still struggled into a sitting position and spat out whatever mud was in his mouth, his expression rather sour. So, yeah, he wasn't the best fighter in the world, and these BloodClanners were far more experienced, but -- hey, he'd learn! Maybe.


    Rubbing at his muzzle and gagging a little, Diabolus heaved a sigh. Useless, of course.
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    ~ Rowan had been exploring the nostalgic desert when she came upon the larger canine. Tentatively she stepped closer and tilted her head. "Are you alright... um... Sir?" From just a couple times seeing him around, the young Asiatic dog had yet to remember his name. She just knew that he was already a respected member in her book.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]Respected? Pshh, Diabolus hardly deserved respect. Rubbing at his muzzle a little more, the canine uttered a few more wordless grunts of pain, glancing to Rowan and blinking those vibrant emerald eyes of his. " Ugh ... Yeah, 'm fine. Err, you didn't happen to see my crushing defeat in a spar, there, didja? 'Cause it was pretty bad. I'll never be able to show my face again if anyone saw it. " the male huffed, though not irritably. He wasn't an angry guy -- he couldn't stay mad, even after the epic failure he'd just suffered.
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    ~ She smiled at his lack of hostility and answered honestly. "Only the end!" Obviously the loss held no importance to the canine. Rowan wasn't yet a fighter and didn't know a lot about honor in battle. She'd save that to the older, more experienced members of the clan. Ones that could actually fight. "Anyway, have we met yet? I'm Rowan!" She stepped a bit closer and observed his coat. Although the multiple scrapes and cuts were shallow, there sure was a lot of them. Her amber optics stared in rapture, just... looking. It was a bad habit, to stare, but no one had ever told her that.


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    sika had been watching, and all you could hear was a loud oof! and then a blood-curdling snarl from the little coyote-fox. why she had just shoved diabolus's opponent and snarled in his face, she didn't exactly know. she always felt odd around the wolf. maybe it was because she considered him a friend. and honestly, he was kinda the only one. You okay? the vixen mix questioned.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]He laughed. " So you saw my not-so-epic tumble, eh? Great. Don't tell anybody and we're cool. " he barked, watching her as she strayed closer. " Nah, we haven't. 'm Diabolus, nice to meetcha. "


    As Risika approached, the canine huffed again, shrugging his shoulders. Great. She'd just winded an opponent he'd barely landed a scratch on and she was far smaller than he was. " 'm fine. Please tell me you saw none of that. "
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    Hey, calm down. It's not that embarrassing. It takes practice, criticism, and support. she said softly, so not everyone would hear her, for his sake. she strode over to him and looked him over. I could help.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; width: 420px;][font=Georgia]Nikolaj had been out on a walk when all of the commotion had caught his attention. Curious, the monster made his way towards the source and came across the group and noticed that Diabolus looked a little ruffed up. "What happened here?" Questioned the male with a small tilt of his head.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]Help? Diabolus chuckled. " Nah, I'm fine. I'll learn in time. That was just ... Me goin' easy on him. Yeah. " the canine assured, before glancing to Nikolaj. " Yeah, um, well, I got ... Beaten horribly in a fight. "
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    sika laughed softly with a roll of her eyes. easy tiger, you might hurt your own reputation bragging like that. with a snort, she flopped down.

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    The great-wolf snorted, obviously very amused by the situation. Ah, children. "Hullo there 'm darlins', whatsa goin' on 'ere?" The head ambassador had recently been working out some plans for their allies, but his roleplayer was getting ready to draw some Techno art crap. The muse was not strong in this one.

    S h o o t i n g p a w


    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px;][size=12][font=corbel][sup]"I've seen worse." said the droopy eyed boy. Shootingpaw came to a halt and rose a brow, looking the male over. Weird.


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    "Hmmm," was all Attrition said as he padded over, looking over the scene cooly. He didn't have much memory of his childhood but he was sure he had gotten his own ass beaten once or twice. Eh. Who knew.

    [justify]The third tier made xer way over to the scene, xer face an unreadable neutral expression. "Greetings there, what seems to be going on at this time?" The wordy apprentice inquired.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]He shrugged at the female, glanced towards Techno. " Nothin', just talking about spars. " he decided that perhaps he didn't need anybody else knowing about his failure, so stopped there. Yet, when Shootingpaw approached, he sighed. " Yeah, perhaps. But that guy was half my size, 'n' probably a lil bit younger! You guys are vicious, humph. " he chortled.


    He nodded to Attrition, turning towards Ed. " Just chatting about spars and stuff. " he replied, licking a bruise.
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