THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Hárekr's eyes glittered, his grin widening as the female stepped forward to challenge him. She seemed to wrap herself in a shroud of arrogance and Háre ran his tongue lightly over his teeth, filing away that flaw. Overconfidence could be the greatest enemy. Of course, there was always the chance that she lived up to her pride. Just what was he in for exactly? Either way, he couldn't wait to find out.
Hárekr braced his defenses, mismatched eyes narrowing as his brow wrinkled, ears slicking back tight against his skull. Head and tail moved to align level with his spine as his chin tucked slightly, neck scrunching back and shoulders rolling forward pushing fur and fat over his neck. He moved his limbs equidistant apart, weight shifting evenly across them, the muscles coiling tightly as he lowered his center of gravity, abdomen tensing in preparation as his hackles raised. Hárekr's toes splayed as his claws dug into the earth. He was ready. She stated the only blood spilt would be his. Oh? Well…. they'd just see about that. He was going to enjoy painting her red.
The woman would charge fearlessly head on and Hárekr would wait patiently like a spider in a web. Gaze carefully watching her as he prepared to spring. Then, just as she started to slow her momentum his powerful legs would uncoil and he would charge to meet her, his upper body twisting to his own left (his hind end sure to follow him around) in an attempt to keep them facing each other as her own hind end shifted to his left. Ros's slow down in momentum giving him the time he needed to make his own move.
Hárekr attacked, legs propelling him violently as he his upper body lifted slightly, weight shifting to his back legs and his tail spreading out stiff behind him. Hárekr attempted to slam the upper portion of his chest into the center of her chest aiming to cause bruising and perhaps knock the wind from her [counter]. At the same time his upper body lifted is forelimbs would lift off the ground, avoiding her paw attack as he moved to try and wrap his left foreleg around the back of her right elbow and his right foreleg around the back of her left elbow his abdomen tightening for added balance as he hoped to gain hold and pull her into his chest slam, possibly unbalancing her. Simultaneously with his chest slam Hárekr's head would tip up and to his right as as her's tipped down to bite the shorter man and his ivory fangs would seek to catch hold of her lower jaw, his upper fangs along the middle left side of the lower jaw and his lower fangs along the right [counter]. He wanted a solid grip from which he could fracture the woman's lower jaw and bring this fight to a swift and brutal conclusion.
Hárekr vs Roselin Rd. 1 of 2
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