Smashing The Opponent
The female had decided that the time had come. The time to feel blood between her claws and taste flesh. Without fear. Such was the way of the warrior she was, and the only way she was going to get better was if she practiced her skills and kept them sharp. Bernadette would breathe in as she began to walk towards the place where battle was commonplace -- The Battlefield. An aptly named place, for what she sought anyway. Ears were perked forward, bicolored eyes shining with a light of eagerness. Let them come, she thought. Let them come and let there be a glorious rain of blood. Bernadette would come to a stop, paws settling upon the dust of the field. Her gaze would sweep the terra before her head would tilt back, calling for whomever would come. Come without fear, come ready to bleed, for I am waiting. That was the call. Her claws would bite the dirt as Bernadette settled back down, waiting for whomever would show. What name would she give this time, she wondered? Ahh there were the luxury of two choices. One to honor her mother, the other in favor of her father's traditions. A way to honor both. Eyes would blaze as she waited. Come on, she was ready. |
Large paws carried the shaggy reaper towards a sound enticing to his ears. He'd been creeping on the outskirts of the battlefield, toeing the fine lines between freedom, fights, and slavery. He'd heard much about this place from his sister, and he'd kept a well placed eye on these grounds to see what kind of creatures showed up. So far, he hadn't really seen any pack wolves claiming losing creatures against their will, and that was quite boring. He himself, wanted some new toys. And in due time perhaps he would get some.
Sauntering into his view, a woman of impressive stature stood several yards away. Manic amber eyes stared unblinking as he approached, her call had been answered. "Did someone call to play with the boogeyman?" An ominous chuckle rumbled his features as he stared with a sort of hunger to be satiated only by blood. His head hung low, shaggy fur stuck in clumps around his legs and hindquarters, though around his neck it remained thick and...patchy. He looked directly at her bi-colored eyes, an attractive feature to go along with her red stained chest. Her pelt was equally as black as his, at least that was one thing he could admire. |
A man approached, and gaze focused on the golden eyed devil. Well now, what was this? Someone who thought he was big and bad just because he had a pair? Bernadette would smirk, adjusting her stance as the stranger approached. She could feel the sensation, the possible thrill of battle just waiting. It felt like her skin was itching, a need filling her to break down and attack this man. But oh no, where were her manners? Bernadette would flash her teeth in a wicked smile. "Aye, someone who wishes to bring you to Forbidden Salvation, Boogeyman." Her claws would bite the earth, legs and toes spread, bending at the knees. Hackles would raise, ears falling flat against her skull. Bicolored eyes would narrow, head aligning with her spine as she rolled her shoulders forward. Muscles were tense, a snarl ripping from peeled back lips. Tail struck out behind her like a banner. She was more than ready to deal with this man. "You answered the call, and thus I will allow you the honor of first blood, if you think you're quick enough to strike." Her words were cool, a tongue running across her teeth. Come On. |
Ohohoho, a woman who thought she had a clever name? Well then...this was going to be morbidly interesting. "Forbidden Salvation...and why is that? Is it because the Devil has already claimed your soul?" He offered up a wicked grin as he watched her set herself up. Ears perked slightly forward as she spoke, the woman giving him the first move. Strange, considering she had been the one to call for a fight. Normally, he would have rushed out of nowhere to attack whomever, but he'd been feeling a little...generous lately. His grin grew wider, teeth bared as yellowed fangs were revealed. "My pleasure. Diablo comes for you."
He would immediately shift his stance, defenses coming easily and without thought just as his breathing did. Hackles rose up, tail flagged out, his stance squared and knees bent, abdomen tightened as his ears pinned flat against his crown and his eyes would narrow in delight. Maw slowly opened, drool dripping from his fangs as he prepared to use his devices for protection as well as to do harm. His toes would splay across the ground, claws driving themselves into the dirt. His head lowered slightly to align with his spine and tail, his own guttural cry resounded to mirror hers, and then he was off.
He launched himself at her in an attempt to close the few yards of distance between them. His growls erupted into a fierce snarl as he jutted forth his left shoulder, the beast aiming to smash his left shoulder into the upper portion of her chest just below her windpipe. She was taller then her yes, so hopefully he would be able to wind her and give her a collection of bruises. Should he succeed, jaws flew wide and open as spit flew in all directions, he sought to bite down upon the left side of her neck and achieve a grip in the hopes of crushing the muscle and perhaps making her bleed. Oh how he missed the taste of blood. Top fangs sought to dig into the flesh of the left portion of her neck, whilst bottom fangs sought to bite down upon her windpipe and crush the air from her body. He figured it would be a long shot, though he was unsure at how experienced she was in a fight, he would give it his all.
Diablo VS Bernadette for Spar
OOC//Willing to do time extensions just in case you need it ^_^ (I know I might depending on my moods lately..) |