Strike a violent pose
09-14-2016, 12:08 AM
He grit his teeth, his own hackles prickling a little bit as Vadim grinned wildly at him, and he could tell exactly what his brother thought through those fiery eyes. He glared back at Vadim, suddenly feeling stung, but he wasn't sure why. Why was he so aggravated, anyways? He whipped his head to the side, staring at the ground as he ground his teeth together and dug his claws into the ground. His breath came somewhat sharply as he struggled to figure out what he should do or say next, but Vadim broke the silence with a challenge. He lifted his head back up to face his brother, narrowing his eyes as Vadim sunk into a fighter's stance. So, this is how it was going to be. "Oh, you wanna fight, huh?" he growled, his tail curving up over his back, "Good, 'cause I think we need to settle this." He wasn't even sure what this was, and he knew he was the one who'd come over here with a great big attitude that he just couldn't seem to stifle. But either way, it looked like Vadim was just as eager to fight this one out.
Ramsay eyed his brother as the boy's face wrinkled up into a furious, hellish snarl, the expression striking a fleeting feeling of fear within Ramsay; however, the fear was soon replaced with the thrilling feeling of the risk he was about to face. Ramsay was ready for this, and he needed this. He didn't know why, but this just had to happen; why with Vadim, the brother he was closest to? Those were all unknown answers to him, and there was no time to wonder. It was time to release the demons.
The tall, awkward boy spread his long, lanky legs so that his paws were equidistant apart, his knees and elbows bending to lower his center of gravity and aid in his balance. Ebony-dipped toes splayed wide, nails digging in to the well-packed earth surrounding the mine's entrance for good traction. He mimicked his brother, lowering his head to align with his spine, tucking his chin over his throat and narrowing his olive green eyes. The black blaze on his muzzle wrinkled up, the skin bunching up on his face as he revealed pearly white, newly grown in fangs. Trying to remember the little training he'd had, he lashed his tail downward from its heightened position, tucking it between his legs for protection. As his brother's growl rumbled more loudly, Ramsay returned it with a thundering growl of his own, hay-colored hackles raising all along his spine.
With what seemed like a very sudden move, Vadim launched toward Ramsay, closing the 5 ft. distance between them startlingly quickly. Ramsay was a little dumbstruck and crouched a little lower with a bit of a flinch when his brother moved, the muscles in his legs tensing. But he collected himself, and just as Vadim reared up to ram the front of his chest against the outer surface of Ramsay's right shoulder, the blond male uncoiled the muscles in his legs as he attempted to meet his brother in a collision. He shoved forward the meaty part of his right shoulder, trying to counter Vadim's chest slam with a shoulder slam of his own, to prevent himself from being knocked off balance, and hoping to leave a moderate bruise in the middle of Vadim's chest. Of course, if he succeeded, he'd be left with a moderate bruise as well, but at least he wasn't losing his footing.
He found himself quickly grasped by his brother, the boy's left foreleg wrapping over the top of his neck, the right foreleg slipping underneath his neck at the front of his chest. As Vadim's fangs reached for the right side of Ramsay's face, Ramsay ducked his head downward and slightly to his left, causing his brother's lower fangs to graze over his right cheek to the base of his right ear, leaving mild lacerations but not attaining a grip. Ramsay snarled, a sense of rage flowing through him as he felt the sting of the fresh wound formed in his flesh. Now, with jaws parting wide, Ramsay turned his neck sharply to his right, while his head tilted left as he aimed to dig his fangs into the front part of Vadim's right shoulder blade - it was a tight and awkward positon, but he had to try. His lower fangs aimed for the flesh where shoulder blade met with the front of the chest, his upper fangs reaching for the outer surface of the shoulder blade, hoping to leave moderate punctures and attain a solid grip.
Vadim vs. Ramsay || Dominance || Round 1/3
OOC: Clarified with Sin that Vadim is going for the right cheek and shoulder, and they started 5ft. apart.
Ramsay eyed his brother as the boy's face wrinkled up into a furious, hellish snarl, the expression striking a fleeting feeling of fear within Ramsay; however, the fear was soon replaced with the thrilling feeling of the risk he was about to face. Ramsay was ready for this, and he needed this. He didn't know why, but this just had to happen; why with Vadim, the brother he was closest to? Those were all unknown answers to him, and there was no time to wonder. It was time to release the demons.
The tall, awkward boy spread his long, lanky legs so that his paws were equidistant apart, his knees and elbows bending to lower his center of gravity and aid in his balance. Ebony-dipped toes splayed wide, nails digging in to the well-packed earth surrounding the mine's entrance for good traction. He mimicked his brother, lowering his head to align with his spine, tucking his chin over his throat and narrowing his olive green eyes. The black blaze on his muzzle wrinkled up, the skin bunching up on his face as he revealed pearly white, newly grown in fangs. Trying to remember the little training he'd had, he lashed his tail downward from its heightened position, tucking it between his legs for protection. As his brother's growl rumbled more loudly, Ramsay returned it with a thundering growl of his own, hay-colored hackles raising all along his spine.
With what seemed like a very sudden move, Vadim launched toward Ramsay, closing the 5 ft. distance between them startlingly quickly. Ramsay was a little dumbstruck and crouched a little lower with a bit of a flinch when his brother moved, the muscles in his legs tensing. But he collected himself, and just as Vadim reared up to ram the front of his chest against the outer surface of Ramsay's right shoulder, the blond male uncoiled the muscles in his legs as he attempted to meet his brother in a collision. He shoved forward the meaty part of his right shoulder, trying to counter Vadim's chest slam with a shoulder slam of his own, to prevent himself from being knocked off balance, and hoping to leave a moderate bruise in the middle of Vadim's chest. Of course, if he succeeded, he'd be left with a moderate bruise as well, but at least he wasn't losing his footing.
He found himself quickly grasped by his brother, the boy's left foreleg wrapping over the top of his neck, the right foreleg slipping underneath his neck at the front of his chest. As Vadim's fangs reached for the right side of Ramsay's face, Ramsay ducked his head downward and slightly to his left, causing his brother's lower fangs to graze over his right cheek to the base of his right ear, leaving mild lacerations but not attaining a grip. Ramsay snarled, a sense of rage flowing through him as he felt the sting of the fresh wound formed in his flesh. Now, with jaws parting wide, Ramsay turned his neck sharply to his right, while his head tilted left as he aimed to dig his fangs into the front part of Vadim's right shoulder blade - it was a tight and awkward positon, but he had to try. His lower fangs aimed for the flesh where shoulder blade met with the front of the chest, his upper fangs reaching for the outer surface of the shoulder blade, hoping to leave moderate punctures and attain a solid grip.
Vadim vs. Ramsay || Dominance || Round 1/3
OOC: Clarified with Sin that Vadim is going for the right cheek and shoulder, and they started 5ft. apart.
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