Game 3 | Game 3 Outline |
At first there is a hushed silence as the wolves contemplate the challange, halfway caught between the prospects of a challange and the self indulgent depression that had been keeping them down the past few days. You are on the edge of your seat as well, knowing this could very well backfire. Your about to panic when one of the wolves suffles in his seat and raises a paw. "I'll take that challange," he says, as he struggles to his feat, and you recognize Ray's bulking form. You halfway between elation and fear, Ray is one of the bigger of the wolves, and his gain only increases that to elephatine levels. By this time you probably the leanest wolf in the pack, relativly speaking, and not quite so tall, so the size difference is observable. Still, you made the challange and Ray stepped up, so you can't back out, especially with everything else on the line...
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You move out to the courtyard, marking out a ring in chalk in what once was the football field that has laid vacent for a few days now. While the pack gathers you and Ray are left standing just outside the ring. You can see the wolves are starting to look interested at this event, with the lack of challanges and depression, having a never seen event like this is starting to spark some emotions. You feel obligated to say a few words to Ray. "Thanks for standing up when you did." you say to him. "No prob," he says back, "Felt someone had to, you were dieing up there. Course that doesn't mean I'm not gonna give it my all out there." He warns, a slightly smug expression on his face. You gulp down a bit of fear in your throat, as from his current size he could probably squash you if he decided to belly flop.
The tow of you enter the ring at opposite ends. You prepare yourselves waiting for the signal from the Alpha. You take a llow crouching position, while Ray simply waits, in confidense of his size advantage. Your only real advantage here is that you've studied up some of the ins and outs of how sumo works, but your both pretty much new to the sport. The Aplha drops his hand and backs off from between you two, and you both lurch forward as the match begins...
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