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(OOC: This duel took place at The Docks, St. Patty's day, tonight. Posted here with permission of Hunter Mare. I didn't get a chance to ask the others who called and bet, and to the bottlethrower who bet on the fight and lost. So I've edited out the names before posting. I think that'll be ok. I hope you guys don't mind, it was a pretty epic fight scene for me, and the calling, betting, and catcalling were just plain great! Thanks guys!. If I'm overstepping any bounds, IM me and I'll edit")
Hunter Mare: What a time to be a new arrival. The mare, fresh from the East Road and now in Rhy'din, had spent nearly all day looking at the city, learning the land, and seeing how it works. She picked up quickly that money was key to getting around here. So once she found herself in the Dockside, it wasn't long until a poor somebody was free of their coin purse, quickly deposited in a small pouch on her hip meant to carry herbs and poisons. Her ears pick out a crowd. Curious as to what?s going on, she'll muscle her way into the Hold and look around. Her grey coat is dirty and mottled from the road, though the mare, bearing a bow and quiver of arrows with little else, doesn't seem to care. She'll look down at the fighting pit. The crowd is rough and loud. She can get used to this. Constantly scowling, she'll make her way over to the bar. She's completely unsure what it is, but it seems to be a congregation point.
The mare in question isn't nearly as small as her reputation would make her out to be. She is a touch short, yes, maybe just shy of five feet as she stands on her hind legs. Her mane is messy and unkempt beyond its shortness. One such unsavory fellow tries to smack her flank as she passes, but he'll just wind up with a hoof to the face. Who really knows if he was serious or just doing it in jest, but she hardly cared for the reasons. She'll go straight up to the bar and slam some of her stolen coin on the top, glancing dark eyes in the direction of others there without knowing who they are. She seems to be asking for whatever it is they're having.
The concoction in hand, the grey mare spins around to look over the pit. She should try her hooves at a fight. Been a while. But she wonders if bows are allowed. She was let in no problem with it. She'll lean against one of the nearby tables and watch the match, sipping idly from the gross liquid. The fight night began!
The mare, having finished her slog, will set the tankard on the bar and clop her hooves together for the blood sport.
Ring 1's fight went on. Then Ring 2.
Magic" Now that has her perking up. There's magic here"! Attention darts toward that ring. Making her way past slapping/groping hands and raucous ruffians, the grey mare approaches the magic ring and watches from close proximity.
A blast of magic!
The first sound she makes is a startled neigh as she scrambles back....then proceeds to punch a jerk in the knee as he laughs at her. Getting back up, the mare will keep watching, this time from a fair distance. This was spectacular! Clop clop clop. She'll applause the show, watching the loser as he leaves the ring.
The grey mare doesn't seem to notice eyes on her, her attention sliding to the fight happening now. Not nearly as flashy, but it's still something.
The Duel Caller yelled out for more challengers, and.....
Wulf Canavar: The large gray wolf padded into the The Hold. You might think that would be difficult for a canine, but he managed it someway or other when no one was lookinng. Scenting the air, he enjoyed the heady atmosphere of the fighting.
Hunter Mare: Ears swivel a bit as that sixth sense alerts her a bit late considering the crowded conditions. Blinking a bit, she'll turn and look straight at one of the men there with a suspicious scowl. What's his deal"
Wulf scanned the crowd, enjoying the violence , shouting and noise. There, that was who he was going to challenge. He growled, deep in his throat. Then padded over to the chalkboard. First he stuck his paw deep into the loose chalk, then he lifted himself up on the wall with his other paw. On the list of "Duel of Fists" he firmly planted his chalk-covered paw. When he stepped down from the wall, a large paw print in white chalk stayed there as an open challenge. Padding over to Conner Reid, he bumped the man in the leg to get his attention, then stared fixedly at Hunter Mare. He howled a challenge at the mare across the room.
One Bettor took a swig of "Three Bad Wolfs"
Now there's a growl. And it's right at her. The silent grey mare bristles and turns toward the wolf, dark eyes peering dangerously. Swiveling her bow and arrow into hoof, she'll go toward the chalkboard, stamp her hoof in the chalk, and pound it next the wolf's paw as a small grin rolls on her snout.
Another Bettor, it's been some time since he's had a drink. He's certain he isn't imagining a small horse challenging a wolf to a fight.
The Bookie called, "That's even odds on the Wolf and Pony fight. " Cause...really. One hand rubbed idly just above her hip, and she took another sip of her cider.
Wulf bared his teeth in in the bookie's direction, grinning widely.
Hunter Mare had no idea what the Bookie was saying in regards to odds. All her attention was on the Wulf, eyeballing him up and down. He's a big beastie. This should be fun!
The caller said "As the pretty lady pointed out, we've got uh— Wolf and uh..." he waited to see if Hunter would provide her name.
Nope! Not a word from the bipedal, grey mare with her bow and quiver of arrow, prepared to ditch them for a real hand-on-hand savage fight.
Wulf scented the air, getting a feel for Hunter Mare's readiness. He'd've been happier if she was running in fear, but agressive and ready to fight was good too. He hadn't had a good fight in a long, long time.
"500 on the pony," said one of the Bettors.
Wulf snarled, baring his teeth.
The Caller shrugged and just repeated it the way that the Bookie called it, "Wolf versus Pony, heading into for unarmed fight. This is what you come to see friends, place your bets."
A Bystander "Have you ever seen a horse fight a wolf?" She asked John, bellying up to the bar to copy his drink order. It was a good night for whisky right"
The ruff at the base of Wulf's neck stood up as he arched his back.
Hunter Mare snorts, unimpressed, and make ready in the nearest ring, throwing her bow and arrows off to the side.
Wulf pounded the floor with both his front paws, stamping the dirt and growling widely
The Caller said, Ring 4, Rd 1: I hope you all placed yer bets, this is gonna be interesting. (LP/JB) 0-1 Wolf
As soon as the Caller had given the word to start the duel, Wulf leapt forward instantly. Hunter Mare had tried a leap, but Wulf was there first snapping at her leg, going to disrupt her leap to gain the advantage
A standard wolf would just go straight for a lunge. So it would stand to reason that the best thing to do was to jump up and get behind him. It's a shame she's out of practice and didn't act fast enough. She'll yelp loudly at teeth grazing on her leg, throwing her off.
The Caller - Ring 4, Rd 2: Wolf on the attack. (UC/CH) 0-2 Wolf
It's clear being the evasive type wasn't going to work here. How is this common wolf so much faster than she's used to' She'll try to strike out with a hoof, thinking he'll be coming back while she's down.
In the second round, Wulf pounced up on his hind feet and with his paws and teeth crashed down with all three at once on the mare.
The Caller - Ring 4, Rd 3: Pony on the board. (JB/LS) 1-2 Wolf
The close proximity can only mean one thing: A punch of the hoof right into the side of his muzzle!
Wulf went for Hunter Mare's legs this time looking to charge with a bull rush to knock her over, but no! Her hoof took him right on the chin. He snarled and danced away with a sidestep.
A Bettor: "I feel like I'm trippin' balls watching this fight." She admitted with a squint at the dog and pony show. "But if you were asking if I wanna punch you while we're here, sure why not."
The Caller - Ring 4, Rd 4: I ain't telling ya what to do here, but I wouldn't get between those two if it were me. (SN/JB) 1-3 Wolf
Wulf sidestepped Hunter's Snapkick, snapping with a full bite, going for her forearm,
Her intention was to buck the wolf right in the face as she stands up, but that plan is completely stymied as teeth penetrate deep, making her scream but absolutely not scared.
Wulf charged again, going for a body slam against Hungter Mare's legs, trying to knock her to the ground
She'll try to beat at the top of his head, see if that will get him off.
A Bettor yelled, "You can DO IT, PONY!"
Hunter Mare: And subsequently knocked to the ground, the wind completely knocked out of her.
The Bettor again - And with all the precision of a drunken sportsman, he chucks one of his full bottles of BAD WOLF at the bad Wulf!
The Caller - Ring 4, Rd 6: The pony is out-maneuvered for the last time. (SP/JB) 1-5 Wolf
Ring 4 FINAL: Wulf Canavar .def. Hunter Mare, 5-1 in 6 rounds DoF
The lack of practice is getting to her. Let's put it this way: Running for many miles is not the same thing as staying combat fit. She's winded and barely able to respond short of turning to stare the wolf right in the eye.
Wulf stands over Hunter Mare, triumphant. The hakles on his shoulders stand straight up as well. He attempts to put his paw on her shoulders to hold her down and growl closely at her. Then attampts a nip at her neck. Then backs off, ducking his head to her. She was an honorable opponent.
The bottle from The Bettor slams into Wulf's shoulder, and he ducks his head, growling......and backs off some to nurse his jaw where Hunter tagged him.
Not much she can do. She'll take the show of dominance with as much pride as she can muster. Once he backs off, she'll stand up and also stare right at the assailant.
The Bettor produces a single 500 bill and slides it toward the lady Bookie
And then follow the Wolf out of the ring to help him out once her bow and arrow is reclaimed. She has a few herbs in her pouch, so she will reach in and show them to her opponent.
The show of respect from Hunter Mare is a new thing for Wulf. His name is Canavar for a reason........He pauses, careful. Then he relaxes some, the hackles on his neck laying down. He puts his nose forward, scenting the pouch. It seems alright. The wolf nods, accepting. He sits back on his haunches to see what Hunter Mare has in mind to do.
The herbs are pressed directly onto the soft wound she had inflicted. They would sting a moment but afterwards be replaced with soothing emptiness, just like anesthetic.
Wulf exhaled as Hunter's herbs took effect on his chin. He tilted his head to the side, thoughtful. Then turned and showed his shoulder to her, the spot where the Bettor's bottle had hit him....
The ones that stick stick. The ones that don't are subsequently transferred over to the wolf's shoulder.
Wulf relaxes more as the herbs take effect on his shoulder too. Calmer now, he looks at her arm where his teeth savaged her. He whines faintly, licking at her wounds. He realized that she helped him even before herself..........He'd never met someone like that before.
Truth be told, she was only following the natural order of things. He beat her and asserted dominance. She has the balm to help, so she's helping. But the licking is a bit too much for her pride. She'll wrench her arm away with a grunt and deposit the anesthetic in the pouch it came from before standing up and heading outside. She needs to practice where there's fresh air. All this smoke is getting to her!
Wulf turned his head to the other side, considering. He watched Hunter Mare as she left. The wolf stood up and followed Hunter Mare, heading out into the night.
(OOC: This duel took place at The Docks, St. Patty's day, tonight. Posted here with permission of Hunter Mare. I didn't get a chance to ask the others who called and bet, and to the bottlethrower who bet on the fight and lost. So I've edited out the names before posting. I think that'll be ok. I hope you guys don't mind, it was a pretty epic fight scene for me, and the calling, betting, and catcalling were just plain great! Thanks guys!. If I'm overstepping any bounds, IM me and I'll edit")
Hunter Mare: What a time to be a new arrival. The mare, fresh from the East Road and now in Rhy'din, had spent nearly all day looking at the city, learning the land, and seeing how it works. She picked up quickly that money was key to getting around here. So once she found herself in the Dockside, it wasn't long until a poor somebody was free of their coin purse, quickly deposited in a small pouch on her hip meant to carry herbs and poisons. Her ears pick out a crowd. Curious as to what?s going on, she'll muscle her way into the Hold and look around. Her grey coat is dirty and mottled from the road, though the mare, bearing a bow and quiver of arrows with little else, doesn't seem to care. She'll look down at the fighting pit. The crowd is rough and loud. She can get used to this. Constantly scowling, she'll make her way over to the bar. She's completely unsure what it is, but it seems to be a congregation point.
The mare in question isn't nearly as small as her reputation would make her out to be. She is a touch short, yes, maybe just shy of five feet as she stands on her hind legs. Her mane is messy and unkempt beyond its shortness. One such unsavory fellow tries to smack her flank as she passes, but he'll just wind up with a hoof to the face. Who really knows if he was serious or just doing it in jest, but she hardly cared for the reasons. She'll go straight up to the bar and slam some of her stolen coin on the top, glancing dark eyes in the direction of others there without knowing who they are. She seems to be asking for whatever it is they're having.
The concoction in hand, the grey mare spins around to look over the pit. She should try her hooves at a fight. Been a while. But she wonders if bows are allowed. She was let in no problem with it. She'll lean against one of the nearby tables and watch the match, sipping idly from the gross liquid. The fight night began!
The mare, having finished her slog, will set the tankard on the bar and clop her hooves together for the blood sport.
Ring 1's fight went on. Then Ring 2.
Magic" Now that has her perking up. There's magic here"! Attention darts toward that ring. Making her way past slapping/groping hands and raucous ruffians, the grey mare approaches the magic ring and watches from close proximity.
A blast of magic!
The first sound she makes is a startled neigh as she scrambles back....then proceeds to punch a jerk in the knee as he laughs at her. Getting back up, the mare will keep watching, this time from a fair distance. This was spectacular! Clop clop clop. She'll applause the show, watching the loser as he leaves the ring.
The grey mare doesn't seem to notice eyes on her, her attention sliding to the fight happening now. Not nearly as flashy, but it's still something.
The Duel Caller yelled out for more challengers, and.....
Wulf Canavar: The large gray wolf padded into the The Hold. You might think that would be difficult for a canine, but he managed it someway or other when no one was lookinng. Scenting the air, he enjoyed the heady atmosphere of the fighting.
Hunter Mare: Ears swivel a bit as that sixth sense alerts her a bit late considering the crowded conditions. Blinking a bit, she'll turn and look straight at one of the men there with a suspicious scowl. What's his deal"
Wulf scanned the crowd, enjoying the violence , shouting and noise. There, that was who he was going to challenge. He growled, deep in his throat. Then padded over to the chalkboard. First he stuck his paw deep into the loose chalk, then he lifted himself up on the wall with his other paw. On the list of "Duel of Fists" he firmly planted his chalk-covered paw. When he stepped down from the wall, a large paw print in white chalk stayed there as an open challenge. Padding over to Conner Reid, he bumped the man in the leg to get his attention, then stared fixedly at Hunter Mare. He howled a challenge at the mare across the room.
One Bettor took a swig of "Three Bad Wolfs"
Now there's a growl. And it's right at her. The silent grey mare bristles and turns toward the wolf, dark eyes peering dangerously. Swiveling her bow and arrow into hoof, she'll go toward the chalkboard, stamp her hoof in the chalk, and pound it next the wolf's paw as a small grin rolls on her snout.
Another Bettor, it's been some time since he's had a drink. He's certain he isn't imagining a small horse challenging a wolf to a fight.
The Bookie called, "That's even odds on the Wolf and Pony fight. " Cause...really. One hand rubbed idly just above her hip, and she took another sip of her cider.
Wulf bared his teeth in in the bookie's direction, grinning widely.
Hunter Mare had no idea what the Bookie was saying in regards to odds. All her attention was on the Wulf, eyeballing him up and down. He's a big beastie. This should be fun!
The caller said "As the pretty lady pointed out, we've got uh— Wolf and uh..." he waited to see if Hunter would provide her name.
Nope! Not a word from the bipedal, grey mare with her bow and quiver of arrow, prepared to ditch them for a real hand-on-hand savage fight.
Wulf scented the air, getting a feel for Hunter Mare's readiness. He'd've been happier if she was running in fear, but agressive and ready to fight was good too. He hadn't had a good fight in a long, long time.
"500 on the pony," said one of the Bettors.
Wulf snarled, baring his teeth.
The Caller shrugged and just repeated it the way that the Bookie called it, "Wolf versus Pony, heading into for unarmed fight. This is what you come to see friends, place your bets."
A Bystander "Have you ever seen a horse fight a wolf?" She asked John, bellying up to the bar to copy his drink order. It was a good night for whisky right"
The ruff at the base of Wulf's neck stood up as he arched his back.
Hunter Mare snorts, unimpressed, and make ready in the nearest ring, throwing her bow and arrows off to the side.
Wulf pounded the floor with both his front paws, stamping the dirt and growling widely
The Caller said, Ring 4, Rd 1: I hope you all placed yer bets, this is gonna be interesting. (LP/JB) 0-1 Wolf
As soon as the Caller had given the word to start the duel, Wulf leapt forward instantly. Hunter Mare had tried a leap, but Wulf was there first snapping at her leg, going to disrupt her leap to gain the advantage
A standard wolf would just go straight for a lunge. So it would stand to reason that the best thing to do was to jump up and get behind him. It's a shame she's out of practice and didn't act fast enough. She'll yelp loudly at teeth grazing on her leg, throwing her off.
The Caller - Ring 4, Rd 2: Wolf on the attack. (UC/CH) 0-2 Wolf
It's clear being the evasive type wasn't going to work here. How is this common wolf so much faster than she's used to' She'll try to strike out with a hoof, thinking he'll be coming back while she's down.
In the second round, Wulf pounced up on his hind feet and with his paws and teeth crashed down with all three at once on the mare.
The Caller - Ring 4, Rd 3: Pony on the board. (JB/LS) 1-2 Wolf
The close proximity can only mean one thing: A punch of the hoof right into the side of his muzzle!
Wulf went for Hunter Mare's legs this time looking to charge with a bull rush to knock her over, but no! Her hoof took him right on the chin. He snarled and danced away with a sidestep.
A Bettor: "I feel like I'm trippin' balls watching this fight." She admitted with a squint at the dog and pony show. "But if you were asking if I wanna punch you while we're here, sure why not."
The Caller - Ring 4, Rd 4: I ain't telling ya what to do here, but I wouldn't get between those two if it were me. (SN/JB) 1-3 Wolf
Wulf sidestepped Hunter's Snapkick, snapping with a full bite, going for her forearm,
Her intention was to buck the wolf right in the face as she stands up, but that plan is completely stymied as teeth penetrate deep, making her scream but absolutely not scared.
Wulf charged again, going for a body slam against Hungter Mare's legs, trying to knock her to the ground
She'll try to beat at the top of his head, see if that will get him off.
A Bettor yelled, "You can DO IT, PONY!"
Hunter Mare: And subsequently knocked to the ground, the wind completely knocked out of her.
The Bettor again - And with all the precision of a drunken sportsman, he chucks one of his full bottles of BAD WOLF at the bad Wulf!
The Caller - Ring 4, Rd 6: The pony is out-maneuvered for the last time. (SP/JB) 1-5 Wolf
Ring 4 FINAL: Wulf Canavar .def. Hunter Mare, 5-1 in 6 rounds DoF
The lack of practice is getting to her. Let's put it this way: Running for many miles is not the same thing as staying combat fit. She's winded and barely able to respond short of turning to stare the wolf right in the eye.
Wulf stands over Hunter Mare, triumphant. The hakles on his shoulders stand straight up as well. He attempts to put his paw on her shoulders to hold her down and growl closely at her. Then attampts a nip at her neck. Then backs off, ducking his head to her. She was an honorable opponent.
The bottle from The Bettor slams into Wulf's shoulder, and he ducks his head, growling......and backs off some to nurse his jaw where Hunter tagged him.
Not much she can do. She'll take the show of dominance with as much pride as she can muster. Once he backs off, she'll stand up and also stare right at the assailant.
The Bettor produces a single 500 bill and slides it toward the lady Bookie
And then follow the Wolf out of the ring to help him out once her bow and arrow is reclaimed. She has a few herbs in her pouch, so she will reach in and show them to her opponent.
The show of respect from Hunter Mare is a new thing for Wulf. His name is Canavar for a reason........He pauses, careful. Then he relaxes some, the hackles on his neck laying down. He puts his nose forward, scenting the pouch. It seems alright. The wolf nods, accepting. He sits back on his haunches to see what Hunter Mare has in mind to do.
The herbs are pressed directly onto the soft wound she had inflicted. They would sting a moment but afterwards be replaced with soothing emptiness, just like anesthetic.
Wulf exhaled as Hunter's herbs took effect on his chin. He tilted his head to the side, thoughtful. Then turned and showed his shoulder to her, the spot where the Bettor's bottle had hit him....
The ones that stick stick. The ones that don't are subsequently transferred over to the wolf's shoulder.
Wulf relaxes more as the herbs take effect on his shoulder too. Calmer now, he looks at her arm where his teeth savaged her. He whines faintly, licking at her wounds. He realized that she helped him even before herself..........He'd never met someone like that before.
Truth be told, she was only following the natural order of things. He beat her and asserted dominance. She has the balm to help, so she's helping. But the licking is a bit too much for her pride. She'll wrench her arm away with a grunt and deposit the anesthetic in the pouch it came from before standing up and heading outside. She needs to practice where there's fresh air. All this smoke is getting to her!
Wulf turned his head to the other side, considering. He watched Hunter Mare as she left. The wolf stood up and followed Hunter Mare, heading out into the night.