Empire of Angels (CHALLENGE)
11-19-2015, 08:28 AM
Unperturbed by the fuming of the Sonticus alpha, Valentine grinned broadly, his expression devilish. Then it abruptly grew reproachful. He tsked again, his expression exuding mock disappointment. "Still with the name calling." For the hell of it he might just have to break this man's jaw. A few weeks in silence might do him some good. His mocking expression quickly twisted back into that devilish grin, only this time the showing of teeth was a lot less impish and it bunched the skin along the top of his muzzle and around his eyes. He was going to tear this man apart and enjoy every second of it. It was widely known how piteous Sonticus was; who wouldn't enjoy grinding them further into the dirt by making a mockery of their alpha? Maybe once he was done he'd see if he could coax Cascade into sneaking back into Sonticus with him. Hell, why even sneak? They may as well just walk right in. His eyes narrowed to slits, but the fiendish gleam in them did not diminish. His defenses came together rapidly. The King's stance widened slightly, his paws placed just over hip and shoulder width apart as his weight distributed evenly across all four limbs, and he bent his knees just enough to add a looseness to his joints. His toes splayed to better his balance and his nails tipped downward to dig into the ground. Tension ran the length of his person, taunt muscles held in barely contained excitement. Valentine's tail rose to lay on the same plane as his spine, the rudder-like plume held straight out for balance. His hackles rose to rigidly stand the length and width of his back; instinct demanding such a move in the hopes of making him a more menacing figure. Valentine's ears dropped to lay flat against the contours of his crown as he grew serious for the fight ahead. Show time. The King shredded grass and flung grit as he kicked off suddenly. He aimed to approach his opponent almost directly head on; instead of chest to chest Valentine wanted to line the front of his left shoulder up with the center of Cypress' neck. As was typical, there was a massive height difference between the King and his opponent and as was also typical, he intended to exploit it. The top of his opponent's throat was just about the same height as Valentine's shoulder, which suited this attack nicely. Valentine jutted his left shoulder forward in the hopes of using the bony front of it like a lance. He sought to drive it into the top of his opponent's trachea scant inches below the jawline in the hopes of doing a fair amount of harm. At the very least he wanted his opponent to choke but it was entirely possible that the force of the blow would collapse the cartilage and suffocate him. Valentine wasn't too terribly picky. He was also hoping the lower portion of the center of his chest would strike the front of Cypress' left shoulder hard enough to forcibly rock the joint back in its socket and painfully stretch the fibers that held it into place. The King hoped that such a move would render the limb too painful to use for the remainder of the fight. In one fluid motion Valentine lifted his left forefoot and redistributed his weight among his remaining three grounded limbs. In the same movement as his shoulder throw and chest slam, the King intended to slam his left forefoot down on top of the innermost toes of his opponent's left forefoot. With weight and momentum on his side he hoped to dislocate and pin those toes beneath his foot. This move went hand and hand with his chest slam; together they could render Cypress' left foreleg completely useless. After rotating his head to his left Valentine lunged downward with gaping jaws as he sought to grab hold of the middle of his opponent's muzzle. He wanted his upper teeth to sink into the right side of Cypress' muzzle and his bottom teeth directly across from the top ones on the left side of Cypress' muzzle. Again the size difference aided him; this time making it possible for him to drive his teeth into not only Cypress' top jaw, but the sides of the bottom one as well if he got his wish. Valentine hoped to obtain a powerful grip that would enable him to fracture bones and break teeth. He would bring this fight to a fast and brutal end. Round ONE of TWO |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
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