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A friendly spar to test his strength and skill against a true legend... Benjamin drew his blade, grasping the hilt with both hands tightly. He held his weapon in a defensive position. Ready to block or parry any blow. It starts with a staring contest... first to blink would signal the start of the fight. He narrowed his eyes... the urge to blink becoming stronger. Z'nth on the other hand showed no signs of needing to blink.

Z'nth surges forward the moment Benjamin is forced to blink, training swords clash with a loud clack. The white wolf pushed his opponent back with his first strike... following it up with a quick second strike.

Block, block... he had to struggle to block the mighty white wolf. The armor clad wolf took three steps back before going on the attack. Swing, swing, stab. Every attempt at an attack was met with a block, block, dodge, counter attack. He just wasn't fast enough to catch the other wolf off guard. The only way he was going to win this battle was to cheat... He threw his sword at Z'nth, knocking it away with a swipe. Only to be tackled by his opponent. Sword slipping from his grip, landing roughly on his back. Now to finish the fight. Benjamin grabs a hold of the white wolf's foot and takes a seat on his back so he could not escape the torture.

A single finger slides across that soft sole in a slow downward motion, from toes to heel. He could feel Z'nth shake beneath him as the laughter builds up.

“Do you surrender?”

No reply... The white wolf was to busy trying not to laugh, not to show his weakness. And he was doing fine until that devious tongue made contact. It pressed firmly into his arch, sliding up ever so slowly.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOAH!!!”

Benjamin was going to have a good time torturing the legend... tongue lapping at that sole like it was fresh water to a feral dog. The sound of howling laughter could be heard by all that venture outside the village walls.

“Coochy coochy coo!”

“STAHAHAPPIHIT! NO MOHOHOHHAHORE, NOHO MOHAHAHAORE!!!”

And he wasn't going to let up anytime soon, he was going to keep the legendary white wolf howling for hours.

Description

Artwork belongs to

Z'nth the White Wolf belongs to

Benjamin Wolfe belongs to

A friendly spar to test his strength and skill against a true legend... Benjamin drew his blade, grasping the hilt with both hands tightly. He held his weapon in a defensive position. Ready to block or parry any blow. It starts with a staring contest... first to blink would signal the start of the fight. He narrowed his eyes... the urge to blink becoming stronger. Z'nth on the other hand showed no signs of needing to blink.

Z'nth surges forward the moment Benjamin is forced to blink, training swords clash with a loud clack. The white wolf pushed his opponent back with his first strike... following it up with a quick second strike.

Block, block... he had to struggle to block the mighty white wolf. The armor clad wolf took three steps back before going on the attack. Swing, swing, stab. Every attempt at an attack was met with a block, block, dodge, counter attack. He just wasn't fast enough to catch the other wolf off guard. The only way he was going to win this battle was to cheat... He threw his sword at Z'nth, knocking it away with a swipe. Only to be tackled by his opponent. Sword slipping from his grip, landing roughly on his back. Now to finish the fight. Benjamin grabs a hold of the white wolf's foot and takes a seat on his back so he could not escape the torture.

A single finger slides across that soft sole in a slow downward motion, from toes to heel. He could feel Z'nth shake beneath him as the laughter builds up.

“Do you surrender?”

No reply... The white wolf was to busy trying not to laugh, not to show his weakness. And he was doing fine until that devious tongue made contact. It pressed firmly into his arch, sliding up ever so slowly.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOAH!!!”

Benjamin was going to have a good time torturing the legend... tongue lapping at that sole like it was fresh water to a feral dog. The sound of howling laughter could be heard by all that venture outside the village walls.

“Coochy coochy coo!”

“STAHAHAPPIHIT! NO MOHOHOHHAHORE, NOHO MOHAHAHAORE!!!”

And he wasn't going to let up anytime soon, he was going to keep the legendary white wolf howling for hours.