Last Arrow in My Quiver

*Elias*

She seemed to ignore his little attempt to nip at her ear and settle for a fighter's pose, lowering her figure and raising her hackles all while hissing out her words like some outraged pussy cat. His lack of charm did not change and that crooked grin took a turn more sinister as his own eyes narrowed and his thick teeth clenched. He pulled away from her, stepping back a few paces while he listened to her poisonous words, cherishing every infliction of burn that they ensued on his ears whilst mimicking her movements in a lazy fashion. His shoulders rolled forward while his thick neck craned down to ally with them, his marred muzzle wrinkling to pull his lips away from his cleavers and release a healthy shine of drool to lather their slopes much like her own were doing.

Her thrown insults brought forth a dark chuckle from the heathen, as soon as she announced him dumb he couldn't help but let a hearty laugh rip through his offensive portrayal and break his warrior's guise. He was thoroughly amused that she'd already thought of him so lowly, and he was beginning to wonder if she'd earned that scar on her back in a brave fight or if it was some sort of punishment she'd received from her all too quick tongue spewing out immediate assumptions. He couldn't be upset, he'd offered for her to scream at him, after all. "Well, there's a start." He grinned, his chin tucking downward as the fire in his eyes targeted her own narrowed and hateful stare.

'I'm not what you think I am,' he thought over those words again with another brief and rumbling laugh set low in his chest and barely audible. "On the contrary, I believe you're mistaking the sort of invitation I believed for you to be putting out all alone up here and snarling by yourself." His toes wiggled in anticipation just from the thought of starting this dance with her; his heart steadily started pumping more adrenaline down through his limbs, his talons scraping the earth below him idly while he spoke and splayed them apart and proportioned his balance. "Perhaps you're not wrong about myself, though dumb is a harsh word.. I much rather prefer.. daring? Brave? Adventurous, even?" He smirked, eyes narrowing as the meat of his face pulled together for a thick snarl to suddenly rip from his throat while he mockingly lunged forward, his hackles finally fully standing at attention from the base of his skull to the start of his tail- thoroughly visible on his shorter coat and outlining nearly his entire spine. It was just a tease, however, as he was testing his reaction and the lunge stopped only a few inches from where it began, still leaving about three feet between them.

He was taunting her at this point, though in truth he'd been searching for a fight for some time. It had been awhile since the brute had someone he didn't care about readily available to be on the receiving end of the darker intentions of his heart. Like Mercy, Elias had a need of his own to draw blood.. though the crazy fucker actually found some sort of enjoyment when that blood came not only from his chosen victim but from himself. "And I assure you, when I heard your beautiful snarl cry out into the sky.. I was dreaming of the bite that came with it. I would not have approached if I, for a second, took you for being all bark." Whipcord thrashed at the end of his spine as it, too leveled out with it, still reminiscing on that little pinch she'd done earlier while heeding her warning that she could bite much harder. Jaws parted in another wicked set of laughter as he felt the goosebumps return to his skin, electrifying his walking corpse with a rush of pleasure just from the mere thought. He had to bring it out of her, he had to get her ready for the exchange of assault. Though it was a pity that such a pretty thing came with such an ugly way of words, he was determined to find a place for her in his world of love and hate.

With a gaping set of jaws, the beast finally unleashed his fury and barreled forward with intent now to fully close the space between them. His limbs remained bent at the joints to keep his tall frame lower to the ground while his movements strained with effort to keep his body level and coming at her like a solid battering ram. His skull seemed to decline slightly as it reached out, twisting to his left as he closed the distance with his jaws snapping in aim that would hopefully allow for them to close around the topside of her snout- his top fangs sinking into the right side of her nose while the bottom ones came into the meat of the left side of the upper portion of her snout. The muscles of his neck and back would tense as he prepared himself to continue his pummel, wanting to grab her by the face and start a lover's waltz by her to walk backward or risk losing her balance. He'd hope to keep his hold on the topside of her snout, uniting their muzzles in a bloody kiss of a jaw lock.

Elias vs. Mercy || Dominance || Round 1/2

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