SEVEN NATION ARMY
10-21-2013, 07:50 PM
The woman watched as all hell broke loose. A rumbling growl was let forth from the excited being. She snarled and snorted. Snot came from her nose, drool dripped from her bloody jaws, she had a bit of Lovatt's fur still stuck on her skull. Gretel stayed close behind, as Canttina ordered. The daemon slithered close and whiserped, "Watch my back." She was serious, if Gretel let anything happen it would be the end of her. The masked lady rolled her neck, letting it pop. SHe moaned with excitement. Though, she saw one in particular. A russet male, just reaching his peak. About two or so, she assumed. The woman saw excellence in him, he looked important. Her broken yellow orbs stared into those beautiful blues. She fawned over him, yet she was about to try and kill him. The daemon rolled her marred shoulders and dug those nasty claws into the ground. Canttina giggled lightly, her hackles still raised and her tail erect. The bitch then barreled forth, straight at him, rushing past his grey ally. The woman attempted to slam right into him, chest to chest. It would hurt both of them, but she would keep at it. The woman had her ears pinned and her horrid lips curled all at the same time. Canttina aimed low, he was larger then her by about three inches. She bent her knees and attempted to connect her disgusting jaws to his lower throat. The bite would be aimed more on the right side of his neck, rather then the center. The woman was quick to get to business, and had an advantage due to her protected face. That skull would not be coming off anytime soon. CANTTINA V GAEL for Gael 1/4? Attacks: Canttina rushed forward in attempt to slam chest to chest with Gael. She would bend her knees and attempt to bit his throat, near the right-center of his neck. Defenses: Claws dug into ground, knees bent, hackles raised, lips curled, ears flat, tail raised Injuries: n/a |
table by boo, image by hun |
EDIT: I had to remove the skull from the defenses and change reason. <.<
10-21-2013, 08:25 PM
It would seem the wraith had missed the first killing oh well there was likely to be more, setting paws on the field merely made the smaller fea smirk. Lifting that maw to the sky she let loose a howl summing Demyan to the party knowing he would no doubt be enjoying his time here upon the battle field. Musing as she stood there that gaze shifting to what she would assume was Valhalla's alpha the dame didn't make a move for quite a few of their members were missing. A brow rose as she saw the shadowed man somewhat foolishly going after him shaking that head a bit she sighed not saying anything for now spotting Sendoa however the wraith slithered up to her siblings side with a smirk. ?So much for them being prepared for war.? Remarking lightly as the dame would give her sibling the space needed in case of being attacked as her defenses slipped into place. Ears pinned against her ghostly skull as those eyes narrow, knees bent and tail held out behind her for better balance. Lips curled back into a silent snarl with that head lowered and aligned with the spine and paws spread out grasping the earth for better traction. Abelinda Vs ? 1/∞ For Siege. |
10-21-2013, 08:51 PM
Sephiroth |
The drums of war had begun, and Sephiroth was ready. Steel muscles rippled as he raced gracefully across the grounds, heading straight for the field of battle. He could hear the cries, the raging monsters that had come to threaten his home. Sephiroth would show them that this would not be tolerated, and he would fight without remorse towards the ice wolves. It wasn't long before he arrived, his stride unbreaking as he raced headlong into the fray. Dual toned eyes searched for his first target as he looked around to see Allies and Foes pitted against each other or looking for someone to go against. He saw syrinx not far from where he was, and Sephiroth would send a brief nod his way before his eyes fell upon one so dumb enough to charge the Alpha. Narrowing his eyes, Sephiroth pumped his body faster and closed in towards the man who was after the alpha warrior. Baring a snarl, a war cry would erupt from his vocals as his ears flattened to his skull. Glaciem would not win today, and neither would their wretched allies. Hackles would raise along his body, shoulders tucked and kness bent and his weight distributed evenly for balance as he made an attempt to charge the black man before him. His face contorted into a gruesome snarl, claws digging into the earth for traction and his tail tucked in case a back attack ensued. He would lower his head over his throat and scrunch his neck so that his scruff was bunched. And his assault was in place. He roared as he sought to slam into his foe, an attempt to bowl him over and throw him off balance. He would make this interception and force the foe to face him so that his Alpha could go after the king or whomever he wanted. If his attack worked, then he would throw himself forward to grasp the mans scruff or neck with splayed jaws, teeth seeking out flesh and blood. At the same time, his forelegs would seek purchase upon the mans back to try and hold him or slow him, and attempt to dig his claws into the mans shoulders. Round: 1/∞ Interception/maim for face Defenses: Eyes narrowed, Ears plastered to skull, tail tucked, hackles raised, teeth bared in a snarl/lips curled, sholders tucked, knees bent, toes dug into ground for traction, head lowered over throat, scrunched scruff, weight evenly distributed for balance. Attacks: Attempts to slam into Oddity and bowl him over or knock him off balance. If successful, then he will then he would throw himself forward to grasp the mans scruff or neck with splayed jaws, teeth seeking out flesh and blood. At the same time, his forelegs would seek purchase upon the mans back to try and hold him or slow him, and attempt to dig his claws into the mans shoulders. Injuries: N/A Out Of Character Notes: |
10-21-2013, 08:59 PM
Syrinx had told him to hold his ground and not attack first. He was doing pretty well about listening to his uncle's instructions, but it seemed that he would get his first taste of war today. His cerulean eyes would move to touch each individual Glaciem in turn, noticing one particular wolf. A female. With wearing a wolf's skull. A piece of the dead man's fur clung to her jaws and he could madness festering in her golden gaze. There was something extremely wrong with that woman, especially with the way she was looking at him. A feeling of unease settled in the Heir's stomach, hackles bristling as his tail lashed from side to side. And then the woman would explode forward towards him, looking to slam her chest straight into his. But Gael was ready for her. The Adravendi was taller than the opposing woman by a few inches, which gave him a slight advantage over her, but at the moment he wasn't trying to use his height to his advantage.
Knees would bend dramatically, lowering the man's center of gravity as he pushed his left shoulder forward as he leaned shifted to his right, tucking his chin towards his chest, ears remaining flat against his skull, neck scrunching as his shoulders rolled forward, muscles coiling and bunching together to tense his frame in preparation for the impact, toes splayed for balance, plume in alignment with his spine. The skulled woman would connect with the Heir, but not as she had intended. The center of her chest would meet his left shoulder, the collision traveling through the man's frame as he slid back an inch or two, leaving the area slightly bruised. At the same time she would try snapping towards the right side of his neck, but given the fact that he had shifted to the right, that part of his neck was out of reach, instead allowing her jaws to find purchase on the upper part of his chest on the right side, fangs piercing the silver hide to draw blood, digging in about two or three inches. A roar would erupt from the man's lips as he arched his neck up in a horse like manner, jaws agape, lips peeled back against ivory daggers. Gael would keep his chin tucked against his chest as he attempted to bite down on the woman's scruff, pulling himself up in an attempt to get leverage.
10-21-2013, 09:16 PM
Fear and panic settled into Avalon as barks and snarls and howls flew all around her. She had been sick to her stomach when she saw the torn man on the ground, the one that Isardis had slain to initiate this sick game. Her leg had not yet fully recovered...though it was hard for any sort of recovery when her "pack" was constantly beating on her. Avalon would often retreat to the darkest corners she could find and keep out of the way of the amenti women. They claimed to love her, but she knew differently. The love her family used to give her was vastly different...and she longed to be with them again. But alas, she was forced to come and fight for Amenti and Glaciem...but she didn't want to. Valhalla were allies, she would not lay a claw on the ones that were much like her adopted family. Her father knew them well, and she would not turn against them. With a pounding heart, she rushed on the sidelines of the fray, keeping out of the way of snarling fighting wolves as she sought out Gretel, one of the other slaves. Avalon was glad that Kestrel didn't need to come...she was just a pup, far too young to fight. Though she hoped she was safe back at the pack...she had been greatly surprised and horrified when she saw that Morgana had brought back her Snow Rogue "sister" and knew that somewhere at home, Mercianne must be dying with worry. The thoughts were pushed out of her mind for now as she located the other woman, and hurriedly she went over to stand beside her. Avalon brushed her pelt against Gretel's as she stayed close, eyes wide with fear and her heart pounding as she looked around. "Gretel...I don't want to fight! Not against family! Can't we run? Canttina is distracted...I don't even know how to fight...and even if we could fight, we won't last long with our injuries..." Her eyes would begin to well up with tears as her desperate plea was whispered to her companion. She hoped that somehow in this fray, they could escape to somewhere safe...
"Speech."
10-21-2013, 11:11 PM
The impact of his shoulder slamming straight into her chest seemed to go unnoticed by the beast snapping at his throat. It was something that was rather unnerving, but Gael wouldn't let it phase him. He couldn't get distracted. This woman wanted his head but she wasn't going to have it. Not if he got hers first. As her jaws would clamp down firmly on the RIGHT side of his upper chest, just along the collarbone(you assumed correctly), he would watch her with disgust as she would swallow his blood. Clearly this woman was more of a monster than he gave her credit for. But just as her jaws had found purchase, his would too. Ivory daggers would slice through the rolls of fat and fur, puncturing the woman's hide, drawing blood. It wasn't exactly the best place to inflict a fatal wound, but it was better than nothing and he would take it.
He had raised himself up off the ground, haunches tensing in order to support his weight and now her extra weight, wanting to pull her off of him. But she wasn't having it. The crazed demon would start trying to chew at his chest, as if she were trying to eat him! Her skull would swing from side to side, worsening the already bad bite. He could feel right forepaw come down, trying to possibly smash his toes, but since he hadn't touched down on the ground yet, he was able to save himself from a possible debilitating injury. Seizing the opportunity, the Heir would bring down his full weight on his forelimbs in an attempt to do what she tried doing to him; smash her toes. While at the same time, needing to show that just because he was young didn't mean he was beyond violence, the young Adravendi would take a firmer hold on her scruff, shaking his larger skull from side to side just as she had done to him, trying to rip away as much flesh as he could. Chin would remain tucked against his chin, ceruleans narrowed to slits, audits flattened against his skull. Shoulders would remain rolled forward in protection for his vitals, plume streamline with his spine, balance evenly spread across all four limbs.