When Biting is Not Enough
12-21-2015, 04:35 PM
Her paw slammed back down on the earth as Gethin moved his front leg away from her, too quick for her to slam down on his injured front left paw. She grumbled, tail lashing behind her like an angered cat. It was the loud cracking of skulls that really shook her up, but she knew that he had to suffer some sort of pain from that move. She found satisfaction in that, trying not to settle on her throbbing head for long. Besides, it would seem that this brute had more in store for her. Excitement pounded through her veins, it was the first time in a long time that she felt like she was evenly matched. It had been so long since she had had a fight this good! Her blood sang, toes curling as the scent of blood filled the air. This was how you practiced fighting, with real damage involved. No prissy stuff for this girl. The silver male seemed to kneel down as she aimed to bite his neck, her teeth instead sinking into the upper portion of the right side of his neck. She let out a growl, but her teeth found a solid hold. Her jaws sunk into his fatty scruff, and while it wasn't the hold she had wanted to find, it was at least a hold. Mercy wanted to keep his scruff in her grasp, but she felt him shift his weight shift towards the right. The dame knew that if she tried to keep a hold she would strain her muscles, so quickly she let her jaws fall slack, letting go of his scruff. Quickly Mercy attempted to rear up on her hind legs, weight shifting backwards to her hind paws as she tried to hover above him for a moment, taking off the pressure of his weight that he tried to shove into her. His shoulder grazed passed her own as she rose upwards, nothing hard enough to leave a worse bruise. Mercy was only attempting to rear off the ground about four inches, her front legs pulling towards her chest to keep them out of the way of Gethin's jaws. Mercy then twisted her head towards her own left, trying to bring her parted jaws over the top of his muzzle once again. She aimed to bring her top jaw over the right side of his top jaw, right at the edge of his nose before it rose up towards his forehead, her lower jaw aimed for the left side of his top jaw. Mercy once again hoped to bite down hard enough to puncture his lips and even possibly his gums. At the same time Mercy tried to push her weight downwards, hoping that she would be able to not only grab a hold of his muzzle but also push his head towards the ground, stopping any further attacks against her. Mercy's front right leg tried to wrap around the left side of his neck, aiding in her downward motion. All the while Mercy's defenses remained solid, her eyes narrowed, ears pressed back flat against her skull. Her hind legs were bent slightly, back toes spread with back claws digging into the earth. Her tail was curled under her to protect her exposed belly, neck aligned with her spine as best as it could, her pale shoulders rolled forward. Lips were curled upwards and away from her teeth in a snarling position, bunching loose skin around her eyes. Hind legs were set an equal distance apart, trying to keep as balanced as possible in her upward position. All her muscles were ridged and in action, lust and joy bouncing through her form. Mercy tried to keep her chin tucked into her chest as well as she could in her current position. -------------------------- Mercy vs Gethin for Spar Round 3 of 3 |
Art by Evelyn
Mercy likes to swear and bite, and she can be unpredictable. She's not always nice, and is quick to jump into a fight. Thread at your own risk.
Mercy has a visible scar from her shoulders down to the middle of her back, in a v like shape. Not all of her art shows this.