DON'T YOU CALL MY NAME / OPEN, SPAR?

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    It's not really a secret that Darkpaw had been feeling more and more irritable as of late. He keeps it hidden with sharp smiles and witty jokes, but that doesn't mean much when he's still itching for a fight. It's not like he wants to hurt someone, necessarily. it's just — well, maybe that's it, to an extent. The canine had always felt as if he had to prove himself, first to the people in WindClan, and now here. It's easier here, at least, because they don't know who he used to be, or what he'd been like as a child. If anything, he can put on a mask. He's good at that, isn't he? That idea doesn't feel too bitter anymore, so Dark just accepts it, treats it as it is. And so he accepts that he wants a fight, too. And short of starting something real, this is the best he can do. From sitting still to pacing, he finally forces himself to stop shifting his paws and do something about this. "Does anyone want to spar? Constructive, not just for kicks." Despite his reluctance to call himself one, Darkpaw was an apprentice first and a Vanguard second. Even if he has sections of an assassin's soul melded into his own, there's always more to learn.
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    info | updated 10/16/2016
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;]✯ god damn right, you should be scared of me !
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    * *     Sango always loved sparing, especially when her nerves were as high as they were now with RiverClan and upcoming events. That being said, she'd narrow her eyes as she was the first to come up. "Mm, you state the rules and I'll definitely do it." She offered, tail swaying behind her.








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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 340px; font-size:8pt;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 120%;][font=arial][justify]"Not for the kicks? I suppose I'll watch, then." Paprika would add, with a bubbly giggle, before seating herself nearby. Her tone had expressed somewhat of a joking manner - she wouldn't have minded constructively sparring, she supposed, though they already had an occupant. She would therefore, instead, observe: for the sake of being constructive. Perhaps, she could pick up on a few things that momentarily remained unbeknownst to her.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=8]"Would you prefer just a one on one spar? I may have a few tricks up my gloves." That was intended as a joke and a very poor one at that but it still caused the male to let out a rather bright laugh. He made his way over to the scene. Eyes watching his companions before facing Darkpaw once more. He hasn't had a spar in ages and he would very much like to have a go at this one. Being destructive was always fun...or did he say constructive. Either way he's love to get his paws on him.


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    The indominus slipped out from seemingly nowhere in the shadows, scales blending from where they had matched the environment to it's usual greyish white.
    With a hum, the dinosaur would stalk forward. She would have sparred normally, but wouldn't this time. Why would she? Unless the kid fancied getting pummeled and ripped apart by ten-inch claws, the indominus most likely wouldn't have participated either way. She was a fifteen foot dinosaur with a mouth full of teeth and talons that could rival swords. She fought to kill and incapacitate. Not an ideal sparring partner.


    So, she lingered on the sidelines, watching.
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