Last Arrow in My Quiver
11-14-2016, 08:03 AM
As soon as the male saw her upper body begin to lower, a rush of adrenaline came over him as he anticipated the attack that would come next from such a movement. His talons raked through the earth to slow himself, not that his momentum was something uncontrollably with a distance of only three feet between them. His body had remained low, his spine level from the base of his skull to the tip of his tail with his knees bent to keep him as close to her height as possible. His ears pinned back as he snarled out, meat of his face scrunching to protect his eyes and reveal the pinks of his gums along with his threatening front-line of bayonettes.
As she fell forward his intentions never changed, he wanted her face; his chin tucked to keep her snout in the crosshair aim of his bite and as she came upward his previously agape maw only become further unhinged as he let out a hellcry. He hadn't been this excited in some time, she looked so delicious coming up to him that he found his shoulders lowering to meet her with his weight coming more to his upper body than his hinds. He did not let himself get far enough over her to not be able to protect his throat, so as she came up to attempt to land her hit just below where his jaws met his neck- she would have trouble doing so with his eager jaws widely protecting that area. When she came for it, his own jaws motioned slightly to his right to follow her aim- he would patiently seek for her the right side of her muzzle, preferably closer to her nose than her eyes. Coming from her right side, the bottom fangs sought to dig themselves into the divot of flesh spread across her bottom jaw, right behind her jawbone and beneath her tongue approximately halfway between the corner of her lips and her front canines. His top fangs would come down with less aim, their goal to be to administer any sort of lacerations or pinching to the meat of the top right side of her snout- to drag in such a way that would administer scarring eerily similar to the scarring on his own maw's left side. He hoped to bring his jaws together finally when those bottom canines of his met their mark, wanting control of her bottom jaw with her so close to his vitals.
He'd been so focused that as her right front limb snaked around his own, well-muscled left front leg- he could do nothing to prepare for her pull on it. When he felt her tug back with her own limb, he could only throw his weight into her drag as well as his bite. The muscles of his back and hind limbs would tense as his back paws pushed against the earth while he eagerly motioned into her pull, his balance skewed as his tail veered to his right in an attempt to hold as much of it as he could. With her right forelimb bent slightly to accomplish her hold on his own left forelimb, his focus switched to bringing his weight of his left forelimb fully down on his left forepaw while their pawpads rested flush against each other for that brief moment. He wanted to immobilize her right forelimb by forcing it to remain awkwardly bent at the ankle (if not moderately spraining it) with him standing on top of her foot, her foot pawpad up and her toes crushed beneath him into the knoll.
Being forced to focus so much on his second attack, his first would lack the power and intent that he'd wanted to put into it. His teeth mainly focused on defending his throat against her own if not administering a bite until he had control over his balance once again.
Elias vs. Mercy || Dominance || Round 2/2
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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