<font face=verdana size=1 color=white>.. the end is near ..</font> -- Battle Training Stadium

.. the dappled titain made his way through the overgrown forest bordering the lands of battle training, however he hardly neaded training as he hadn't lost a battle yet. he was more here to teach the newbies a lesson, if you catch my drift. alabaster crest arched, allowing back muscles to strengthen sevierly. lenghty whip chord sways in a never ending labrynth, cracking at hounches every once and a while. lobes adhere to skull, refusing to leave they'r aggresive stand point. a deadly silence became of the arena as he made his aproach. as if all the sound revolved around him, all the coloring in the world. ivory forlimbes work in diagnal pairs, however, his gate was far more majestic than any other you had ever seen. but majestic in a deadly and strong way, if that is in any way possibal. each stride was suspended in the air befor taking its turn upon the emrald landscape. as each flint touched the jaded earth it flung itself upwards agian acting out it's horid distaste ..

.. as he spotted the overly arogant male, a smirk cursed his decievingly gorgeouse faciles. he decided to advance and be this Islidaur's opponent. orcals narrow austierly befor words escape parted lambrums, cold deadly ones ..

oh believe me I will

.. he took the honer of going first, circling the male, as each ring was compleited the space between him and the other was less and less. such as the tiger dose when enclosing on its pray. and yet, his coiled physique remained poised ready for instant reflexes and also to srike, resembeling the cobra. this stratagie was well worth the risk of coming alittle to close, for if it was an intimidating, much larger, and very strong male such as crypt using it, it would well pay off. all the sudden, out of the blue, his lighting fast reflexes come in handy as he pounces upon his pray. crashing down upon him and attempting to rip the tender flesh of his maw ..