do it I dare you

*Cesar* · 09-23-2015, 01:01 PM

Upon seeing the gremlin and no other prospective opponents, the younger wolf exclaimed in disgust. The blue-eyed wolf had no particular reaction, other than his sustained, atrocious grin. Perhaps he had simply not processed the insult that should’ve pricked his feelings, or perhaps he had chosen to ignore it. He cocked his head to the side, his ghastly stare tracing the figure of the other in brief assessment while she assumedly did the same. Or maybe she was deciding whether or not to purge herself of such despicable company.

When she accepted, her voice was harsh. The fiend couldn’t tell if she was just irritable, or if she was somewhat unwilling. He licked his lips and shifted his weight a bit, his blood tingling with eagerness. Then though, his opponent would insist that he go first. His grin broadened slightly with a twitching motion. ”So po-lite!” he squealed with pleasure, sold on her reasoning. He had begun to feel like most of the wolves he had met were rather mean and rude (really, it had just been the one, but she had been big and mean enough for all future associations).

Inhaling through his teeth in a manner that sucked upon and vibrated the saliva in his mouth, he would lower his head once more, align it with his spine. He faced her straight on, and wondered what he’d do. Defenses remained upheld – his shredded ears folded and his eyes narrowed. His chin was tucked down to protect his throat and his legs were spread evenly and bent for balance. His shoulders were rolled forward and his tail was held somewhat low, but still out behind him so as to aid in balance and movement. Toes and claws tensed downward for a sure grip on the dusty earth.

There was a brief moment that he waited, tension tied up in his chest like a knotted muscle, ready for release. Then he charged forward with a hoot of laughter, his head lifting as if he planned to go for her face. He would try to stop with the distance between them closed and attempt a slight feint to his upper right – towards her left cheek/lower jaw area before dropping low to try and actually clamp his jaws fiercely upon her left forefoot, just under the ankle where the more fragile bones would be. His own left forefoot would lift slightly before attempting to slam claws upon her right forefoot. He hoped that if he could assault both feet, he could pose a threat to her balance. Being so significantly shorter than his opponent, he had decided to deal with it best he could and target her lower, more reachable areas. He himself also felt safer closer to the ground, reducing the accessibility of his belly and throat and lowering his center of gravity for a more sturdy balance.

Cesar vs. Evangeline for Spar
Move 1/3

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