Rab, possibly the worst greeting animal ever, waddled up to the Chief with a deep scowl on his scarred mug.
"Oi, stay away from me fresh pickles, got it, ye' haggard buttbiscuit!? Ye' can have the old ones though."
Rab, possibly the worst greeting animal ever, waddled up to the Chief with a deep scowl on his scarred mug.
"Oi, stay away from me fresh pickles, got it, ye' haggard buttbiscuit!? Ye' can have the old ones though."
Rab slunk over to a soft patch of grass, flopping down in a heap. Taking up some fermented berries, he began to munch tiredly. The exhausted ratel had more blood on him than Carrie at a prom, and for good reason. Being a honey badger wasn't all posies and pickles.
Rab sneezed loudly, wiping his nose.
"Bah! Think of the wee varmints in the third world, will ye'? Not just family they be lackin', but arms and legs too! And *Spasms* freedom along with it!"
The honey badger ragdolled around in a way that would have been normally comical, had he not been trying to maul the tiger in a way most bloody. As the ratel was swung about, he thrashed and squirmed violently, trying to worsen the tiger's leg wound. If at any point she stopped, Rab would begin trying to scramble up her rear with his digging claws and teeth, desiring to climb upon her back. If she started bucking again, he'd chomp down to keep from flying off.
Rab glanced up at the Queen, snorting.
"Normally I wouldn't mind several females hoppin' up on me back, eh? Shame none of em' were *Spasms* badgers!!
Rab whipped around to face Levi, snarling grumpily.
Ye' lilly dirtsnarglin' primperpaw! O'course it is! We jus' gotta kill em' all first!
Rab walked up before Matthew, the blood-drenched critter casting a dirty smirk at him. It would appear that the badger had been pretty busy since the last time they had met. This time around, he'd also be wearing a pair of weighted S.A.P tiger claw climbing gloves.
Rab turned his head to Castiel, giving him a nod. It would appear that since settling in, the at first unapproachable badger had become a bit more easygoing towards those he now recognized.
"Oi, ye' snarvelin' crumpitstuffer! I taken many a knock on the noggin, I *Spasms* 'ave. Whassit to yer!?"
Rab would just be barking garbled profanities at Levi from the background, totally unheeded.
Rab approached the group, grunting.
"Oi, I'll show ye' stenchy buckwhoppers a thing or two bout' takin' right a biggun, eh?"
"Bahah!! Now we go with Ol' Rab's plan, eh!? Whip em' all an' take back our own!"
Can you do honey badgers? If so, how much might a fullbody be, if I may ask?
Full or head: Full
Items: Referee shirt and whistle hanging from neck.
Additional character?: No
species: Honey Badger
Username: Doc Doctor
Picture: A mean, vicious looking honey badger on all fours, wearing a striped referee shirt and with a whistle hanging from the neck. He'd have a scar on his nose, on the left ear, and one down his left eye. Speaking of which, both eyes are black and beady. I'd like for the honey badger to not be, shall we say, humanized? Like, no expressions that badgers don't usually have. I don't want to say realistic, as that sounds like I'm asking for an assload of detail, which I'm not. Let's just say that I'd like a mean-looking natural honey badgery face, if that's fine and hopefully makes a little sense. You can draw him in whichever direction is easiest.
backround: Not needed. Would be neat if you could draw a pickle lying nearby though. It's a running gag.
Shading(optional): If you think it would look nice.
Subtitles/text?: Yes, a quote from him. "Ye' stenchy dookiesnarfin' bungwhoppers!!"
Rab walked up before Matthew, the blood-drenched critter casting a dirty smirk at him. It would appear that the badger had been pretty busy since the last time they had met. This time around, he'd also be wearing a pair of weighted S.A.P tiger claw climbing gloves.
Seeing that the bear didn't notice him, the honey badger would begin sneaking towards his selected opponent, aiming to circle around behind him. If he got close enough, Rab would lunge forth to try and clamp his jaws upon the back of the bear's left ankle to damage his achilles tendon. He's be ready to change tactics if the bear decided to take a seat.
I have a few queries about shape shifting. First of all, is there a limit to the D class animals you can become? If not, do you need to buy a D class animal for each form?
Also, is it illegal or frowned upon to shape shift in the middle of battle, or quickly for combo attacks? Like becoming a pigeon to dodge an attack, and then turning into a whale and falling onto your opponent. Or going from a rabbit to a croc right before you bite somebody?
Thanks, that was just what I needed to know. I was wondering why nobody was whaling it up and smushing critters left and right. Takes too long to be practical.
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//oh, sorry! ^^
Glancing around to find an opponent, he yelped in surprise as the badger lunged towards his leg. Quickly, the bear moved, though not quite quickly enough. Well, at least it wrecked the aim a bit. Instead he just ended up with one of his large paws having teeth sink into it. Whimpering as he pulled it out of the badgers grasp, he lifted one of the uninjured ones, aiming an angry swipe at RABHAGGLER's head.
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Rab moved closer to the bear as he swiped, so that he'd be struck primarily by the paw and not the claws. Waiting until the moment right before impact, Rab raised his left arm up so that the bear would end up swinging his paw right into both the 16 kilo honey badger's one and a half inch digging claws, and the steel half-inch palm blades of the S.A.P climbing glove. Were this to occur, Rab would be sent spinning several yards away, tumbling head over paws like a snarling ragdoll.