MANEATER - O; Sparring

[Byriath]

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SOMEONE TO HEAR YOUR PRAYERS

The Xenosmilus grinned behind his mask, looking at his sparring partner. A sight to behold, wolf against something as big as a lion, maybe even bigger. All because this wolf wanted to see 'what the old man could do'.

"Am I still an old man now?" He rumbled, having put the wolf into the wet snowy ground with a powerful paw. The wolf grinned, headbutting Byriath's mask, with an awful crack the beast fell back, mask cracked and wolf severely dazed. As the mask fell apart, revealing the scarred beast behind it, Byriath felt himself shift, body becoming muscular until he was a Kodiak bear with black fur and a crown of spikes and horns on his head. Fangs were large and caused his lips to bulge, eyes bright red against scarred flesh.

"Good strategy, kid. How's your head?" He grinned, helping the wolf up. With a few nods and scrambled words Byriath motioned him away. "Nothing bad, it seems. Definitely get back to me if the pain doesn't go away." TUrning his head to the gathered crowd, he raised his head. "Anyone else wish to fight this 'old man'?"

BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE

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