11/21/2025, 8:00 PM
Skill:
Rolling 1d5: 3
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Wolf consented to a spar, and Tiberii felt the edges of her nerves tingle with anticipation. Her breath would shudder, an unhinged excitement trickling up from the base of her throat and coiling her lips upward into a grin. All of the emotion she felt ... all of the anger, the sadness, the grief, the ire ... she could feel it balling up beneath her skin, coiling her muscles as she prepared herself to unleash.
Unleash gently, she would remind herself sternly, knowing that Wolf was a friend.
This was friendly.
Friendly.
Alri', then,she'd hum, pressing her ears down and rolling her shoulders. Her salmon tongue would slide over her teeth as she observed his stance. He was tall, heavy, and wide-based — much like her. It would take, perhaps, more than brute force to push him over. Unfortunately for everyone involved, 'brute force' was the only thing Tiberii knew — and there was only one way to find out how sturdy this man truly was.
Without another world, the bull would launch, pressing forward off her mer powerful back legs as she angled herself, shoulder first, toward Wolf's own shoulder, hoping to start the match by shoving him off balance. From there ... well ... she'd figure that out later.
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