Featuring: Dolphus (Shirefolk Hobbit) and Frodo/Bronaduial as Wolf (non-culture Lupine)

((Bronaduial says, "OK. . .the purpose of this is basically to see how you RP combat, with the main emphasis on thematic RP. I'll present you with a scene in a moment, and we'll start. . .basically RP a brief combat scene. It will be something that could be a hobbit situation."))
((Dolphus nods... okay.))
((Bronaduial says, "OK, here's the idea: let's assume that I'm a wolf. . .though admittedly I'm kind of off in stats and weaponry for one. :P You are near the Brandywine River on an autumn evening. . .I'll pose the start. . .and just RP from there."))
((Dolphus nods.))

. . .And as the sun's glow begins to fade, there is a slight sound. . .the soft padding of feet. . .yet not those of a hobbit. A large grey wolf prowls in the hobbit's tracks, trailing him patiently, with a hungry glint in his eyes.

Waddling slowly by the riverbank, Dolphus looks over his shoulder at the setting sun's light reflect off the Brandywine, then turns back to walking along. The stocky hobbit pads contentedly, yawning and wrapping his coat about him in the chilly autumn air.

A growl ripples from the beast's throat. . .closing the distance between himself and the chubby little creature, the wolf waits, making his presence known with a snarl.

Dolphus slows and stops walking, looking from one side to the other to pinpoint the source of the noise. He squints, then turns slowly around, moving his feet with care through the riverbank's mud.

For a moment - nothing.

And then. . .the wolf widens his mouth, growling more loudly as he springs forward, nearly upon the small being before him.

The hobbit whirls around at the sound of a growl, eyes widening in fear and surprise. He stumbles swiftly backwards a few paces with a grunt, then grabs at a small knife at his belt, rapidly tugging at it a few times to free it, his other arm held back for stability.

Savouring his prey, the wolf slinks confidently closer, opening his mouth in anticipation as he nears the little hobbit. The small knife seems to go quite unheeded, as if of no great significance. . . .

With a small heave, Dolphus yanks the dagger from his belt, his face paling as he stares at the feral canine not too far from him. He holds the knife outward a little, but continues to back slowly away from the wolf, his eyes wide.

Unintimidated, the wolf breaks into a bounding run, though perhaps not quite as fast as it possibly could -

As the animal begins to close the gap between it and the hobbit, Dolphus too quickens his pace, stumbling backwards haphazardly; but before he can turn and run he trips on a stray small mound of grass, forcing him to wildly wave his arms to keep his balance. The Bounder waves the dagger as he flails, then manages to stabalise himself, then backs a few more paces back.

((Bronaduial says, "OK. . .if you're fine with it, I'd like to stop it here. . .b/c we're going to continue to your being eaten or wounded or something equally unpleasant to RP. You passed - b/c you demonstrated RP that I'd consider thematic - you didn't try to charge the wolf or anything - ;)"))
((Dolphus grins... thanks, OK))
((Bronaduial snugs. :) Congrats!))
((Dolphus grins :) Thanks :)))