Strike a violent pose
09-11-2016, 10:39 PM
'You think you're better than me, Vadim?' Oh, the widest grin Vadim had managed to display yet slyly exposed his thick set of teeth, his molten gaze shimmering as he looked to his brother and offered an expression that could most certainly answer that question for him. At the moment, yes.. yes, he did think he was better than Ramsay. Ramsay was behaving like a toddler right now, in Vadim's eyes... boasting and declaring himself better than Vadim-- no, better than anyone at something he barely even practiced. Was Ramsay aware of the taunt he'd just spun in his brother's direction?
Then Ramsay mood seemed to switch just a tad as he brought up his soreness when hearing about mother, tch. Did he really think that he was the only one that had been effected by her disappearance? They all were, even Liar had been- the way Ramsay was acting was downright selfish as he scolded Vadim for mentioning her presence. So what if she was back? It was the truth, and the truth was something they'd all have to deal with sooner or later, whether Ramsay wanted to or not. Vadim nearly rolled his eyes at how little Ramsay seemed to be putting thought into the rest of the family.
It made sense to Vadim, though.. his aggression, his misdirected anger- Ramsay was itching for an outlet for the rage that was devouring him from the inside out. Vadim had felt that hunger, too.. and the hen that he'd caught barely sated the beast that gnawed on his soul. Ramsay might not understand Vadim's actions at the present moment, but they both needed this, they needed direction for their hormone-induced aggression and the family-fueled angst. For their sanity's sake.
"Best fighter? Is that right?" Grimly spoken words left the boy's throat in a growling rumble, increasing slowly over time as his wide head lowered and his blazing gaze narrowed. It all happened so fast, the way his body positioned itself in preparation for what was inevitably to come. They needed this, he told himself. His ears plastered themselves back against his head as his meaty visage contorted into something utterly hellish, his jaws drooling as his lips remained peeled back from the slopes of his teeth far enough even to reveal the tender pink of his gums. His growl increased in volume greater than ever now, acting like a choir for the wickedness that currently resided in his heart and needed to come out.
His knees bent just slightly as he aligned his body to allow his spine to level out, limbs held just slightly outward from his frame to distribute his heavy weight equally across them. He could feel the tension in his muscles build quickly as his hackles rose to life, fanning out around the youth's neck and shoulders as though he were wearing a mantle of royalty. His limbs began to shake just slightly in anticipation, but he wasn't done preparing yet. His toes stretched out from one another as his talons gripped the earth and his shoulders finally rolled forward- then, in an instant, his anger was released and his toes dug into the soil surrounding the mine's entrance for traction to aid in his launch.
He was searching for Ramsay's cheek with his teeth, a place he'd often nibbled at in affection during their younger months.. it would now be the focal point of his bite and the first grip on Ramsay he would seek. To accomplish this safely, his spine ultimately had to slope upward with his tense chest broadly displayed between his rising forearms; keeping all these parts of his body close so that his chin could remain tucked downward with his neck directly shielded by teeth, arms and the chest that he used like a battering ram into Ramsay's shoulder. He hoped to overpower his brother, make him lose balance and submit beneath the weight he so often ridiculed.
Vadim vs. Ramsay - Round 1 of 3
Spar for dominance.
Defenses: mouth open with chin tucked to protect his neck, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, abdomen tense, toes buried in soil for grip, hackles raised.
Attacks: launching into ramsay's shoulder, trying to knock him over. arms are rising to hook one over his shoulders and one under his neck/chest. teeth are snapping at his cheek in an attempt to keep a hold on his face.
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