as we collide
Erani |
She had come to the border of the Field, out of sight, downwind. Cael had left late, and Surreal had come home, giving her the entire rundown of what had happened. She could see the wolves, as Isardis fell, and she had been disgusted at Gideon?s antics, from what Surreal had told her. Valhalla did not throw insults like this. The fact that Chrysanthe had ignored the male?s antics saddened her. As the sounds from the fight were carried to sensitive ears, her lips pulled back slightly, eyes narrowing to icy slits. The break in Argent?s last words, as the figure of Gideon charged her, not waiting to hear if she would remove her challenge, told her enough. Rising, she padded toward the fight, as Chrysanthe charged the female that resembled Taurig, who was there as well. Deep blue pools had stilled into frozen shards of rage, face set in a calm mask. A glacial command was given out. ?Attend!? There were winds that rushed over a glaciers expanse that could bite through fur and chill the very bone to the marrow. Her voice was like those winds at this moment, so cold as to seemingly burn. Erani had passed fury well before this moment. That insults had been allowed to be thrown from Valhallan mouths in a situation that was already bad enough? Silently, she stalked forward. |
Cormalin |
The situation was falling apart. At first, he felt a spark of hope as Chrysanthe gave Argent the option of backing down from the challenge. Argent had raised Taurig to the rank of Overseer, which Cormalin supposed must be like Beta. Then she seemed to consider the words Chrysanthe spoke. And at the last second, when she began speaking, Gideon, the bloody fool, charged her, and she was forced to break off and fight back. ?Luna Damn it all! Control your mate, Chrysanthe! We might have just had a chance for no further bloodshed!? The command was bellowed at the young Alpha female. Gideon was ruining an already horrible situation. But it was already too late. Sapphire and Gold gems watched the events. Chrysanthe seemingly ignoring him, and taking on Sendoa. Taurig was speaking to him, and he forced himself to listen. ?Any ideas?? Then, her voice rapped out. Protocol. Cormalin?s face took on a look of what could have been terror, before his legs crumpled under him, belly flattening to the ground, tail pined beneath him. Erani was here, and she was beyond enraged. She came forward, and none of that icy fury or feral look in her eyes was held back. That look was one fit to cut the legs out from under even the bravest warrior, and right now, it didn?t look as though he was exempt from that anger. ?Lady.? Protocol. He?d seen his mother this furious before. When Blackmoon pack had taken a dear friend, and that friend had come back, mangled, and died later that night. Erani had inherited every bit of that trait. That terrifying fury. It had developed over time, as she had grown in Valhalla. Those eyes landed on him, and he felt his heart tremble. Oh gods? He?d never seen her this furious. |
(OOC: I just meant the pulling motion. if you snap your teeth together and clench your jaw you'll feel your teeth come back a bit ^^ & yes the mention of what you had him bite for is fineeee dollface) The king upheld his defenses by keeping his shoulders rolled forward, his neck slightly coiled back, his chin tucked (as much as it could be), his jaws open, eyes narrowed, and ears pinned. It was only natural that his tail was struck out to act as a rudder, his weight were evenly balanced between four grounded limbs (though weight was slightly off of the damaged left toes) and his knees were bent to supply him with a firm base. Paws gripped the soil in a flexing motion and he made sure to maintain readiness by staying ever vigilant regardless of the breathy and immense exertion of the battle.
It would only rage on.
As they moved and turned and twisted some of his attacks would find their mark while others would casually glance off her body. That was fine, he had his wills and wits about him and he wasn't going to simply back down. This was, after all, a fight for his sexy body. She wanted him. Clearly. Argent would move her body to her left and she would also pivot her hips more so to her left so that she could throw her fangs at his face, and when this happened, he was quick with his own onrush and counter. His own hips would pivot to his own left, making him slightly more in line with her versus off to the side, but not completely. Still, his attack came and it came with fervor. His front limbs would lift off the ground and his weight would immediately transfer to his back legs, his right shoulder (closest to her) would attempt to slam into the right side of her mid-shoulder (right shoulder o'course) while her teeth clashed with the side of his muzzle leaving long (though approximately 1/4 inch deep) lacerations that stemmed from the proboscis down through his right (and upper) lip. His teeth would seek to move past this (which created the longer gashes) and gain a hold of the area where her jaw bone curved up and was near the groove of her neck. Top set of Gideon's teeth would seek to get around the front part of the jaw bone, while bottom set would seek to get into the groove just in front of her neck. It would seem he had a personal ven'detta against the right side of her body. Still, thoughts of the whelps in her womb did not plague him any longer, now here merely wanted to win himself.
Simultaneously, and since, he had hoisted himself up, he would charge his body forward and slightly to the right of himself (into her mostly right side. Front/Right at a diagonal perhaps,) and attempt to force his weight down onto her. left limb, though not as effective due to the possible breakage/fractured bones, would attempt to move towards her left eye, though at an odd and curved angle. Getting to the region would be difficult, and though he was no cat it would hardly do any damage to anything with fur, but if he could just touch that left eye, she would at least feel stunned. Hopefully, successful, he would have tilted his tail slightly to the left of him to keep himself well protected at all times.
Round three of three