stomach to the floor
06-22-2013, 02:21 AM
It was crazy really, the efforts, the treacherous labor, the years that could go into raising a life; from several months gestation to a pup?s first taste of meat, young life could never flourish without passion and time. A mother would propose her own existence to save her child; hurl herself instinctively in harm?s way to protect that tiny, helpless, yapping voice-box that she so effortlessly insisted on adoring. And why? So many years, so many painful hours; obstacle after obstacle, the blood that would be spilled at nature?s feet, the powerless lives of so many mortals thoughtlessly slaughtered to give that one pup a fighting chance. And sure, for a while it may look promising, and that mother might smile lovingly upon her two-year old; proud of her efforts and her achievements. But all it took was a minority of exposure, a painless few seconds of curiosity, a single knock at realities door and that child?s heart could be torn from its chest in a matter of seconds; hours, weeks, months, years, wretched carelessly from the world in a concise, effortless, thirty seconds. So minimally, so tactlessly, so hastily.
As she saw the beast?s structure looming between the displays of rock formations, she couldn?t help but permit the thought to simmer her intellect; she could very well die today, if the male thought it appropriate so. But it didn?t fume her in the way one would imagine a youthful she-wolf to be rattled by such a potential; instead it only thrilled her, sent a tremble of ecstasy crawling dissonantly through the notches of her spine. It was decided in that moment, as the lofty fiend presented her his attendance, that this was how she would die. Eos refused to grow old, to wither away until all who knew her remembered her as that diminutive, elderly female who just wouldn?t let go- oh no, she?d be remembered in her youth, as something powerful, as a queen who went down fighting, a sovereign that spent her last vital moments thrashing at the veins of somebody far lesser; pride unwounded by her final defeat.
Though Eos? call had summoned the company of others, first Chrysanthe; an unexpected presence that although Eos didn?t exactly welcome, would regardless sanctify her with the mildest of encouragement as those mischievous two words broke free of dusty jaws. She seemed confident in her sister, something Eos had never noticed before, and for a few moments the youth was almost distracted from the hazardous proceedings about to unfold. Next was Syrinx, his presence sending a conceited quiver of delight through the pores of her skin. Her brother meant the world to her, and having him here, by her side while she battled for a monarchy of her own was enough to encourage a military of confidence to vault the immense walls of her coffer; inflating her lungs with poise and self-assurance as he unintentionally infected her blood stream with dangerous measures of superciliousness.
The alpha had arrived with poise, splendour, colossal mass swaying with self-worth as evident power clawed viciously beneath his skin; he was a representation of dread, maturity and confidence tainting the air that enveloped the four- now five- wolves. It seemed a small doe followed in pursuit, barely but a diminutive silhouette of void behind her king, a blemish of oblivion against the gleaming pride of the male that haunted in front. It was becoming more and more clear that she?d have to use her brain here, her previous spar had ended with bitter defeat when the lady failed to defend herself and calculate her attacks; so today it would be different, this ego-pumped brute could have the pleasure of being her raw experimentation. He should have felt honoured. The russet banshee raised herself from her haunches, initiating a more defensive stance as she readied herself for anything the beast may test her with; weight shifting excessively beneath dainty paws, anxious, prepared. He spoke now, his voice a haunting rumble and flawlessly appropriate for his exterior. Conservative threats lurked within each drawl, tongue flicking mercilessly with venom-soaked boasting. Unimpressed, Eos barely flinched; emotionless gaze held unwavering to his own, emerald depths swirling with a conniving desire.
?Save your breath, the supremacy that you so arrogantly declare to withhold is what encouraged my decision- not what would dissuade me from it,? surprisingly feminine tones fractured free of inky lips, lurking beneath the fold?s of her voice box, a potential death wish that the lady was all too aware of. Though still she didn?t doubt herself, experience and size wasn?t everything in the world of war; training, relentlessness and a placid clue of fortune could also be to guilt. She was so sure in this moment that this was what she wanted; no matter the outcome, this was where she wanted to be. Her abdomen buzzed with exhilaration, threatening to release an army of sanity-indulging adrenaline, her initial attack slowly beginning to brew beneath the surface of her mysterious gaze. She began to move closer, serpent of power coiling with peril within trained sinew; its fangs exposed, beads of venom beginning to well within her veins as its muscles caused her own to consolidate, to organize.
Paws were placed cautiously, weight distributed more profoundly to her hindmost limbs, ready to veer away from the monster should he decide to attack before Eos had had the opportunity; though it was against her nature to avoid, the precaution was there, and ready. Thick tail tucked conservatively between ample ham-strings, hugged securely to her abdomen, towers flicked forwards and backwards; testing the air for anything audible. Nape snaked downwards, spine contorting, beads clicking to turn the lady a fraction to the right. She paused, angling the male from side-on, assessing, attempting to locate weaknesses, imperfections. Unfortunately the male was a remarkable image of health, in his prime and bursting at the seams with sinew and might. However, nonentity was faultless, and Eos pinned a disadvantage in his size; lack of manoeuvrability. It was true, Eos herself was also well-structured, though her own physique would boast more of fitness than pure muscle; she was speedy, agile and lithe.
A brief moment was spared, calculating the distance between them and concluding her plan of attack; she would go for his left forelimb, coming slightly from behind in an attempt to situate herself somewhat away from his jaws, where she would hit his side with full force and attempt to bite down on the flexor tendons mid-limb; simultaneously throwing him off balance. If she could injure his limb in the first round, his balance would be affected negatively for the duration of their brawl, and Eos would be at a significant advantage. Chest inched lower to the ground, muscles beginning to pulse as a rush of adrenaline began to take her mind over, to infect her strain of thought with that infamously dangerous determination she was so well known for. Motor-drive coiled in her rear, torso tensing as shoulders relaxed; she prowled, attempting to conceal her plans from the King?s view, limbs encouraging her into a bouncing trot as she attempted to situate herself at his left haunch; angling her tail away from him at a 55 degree angle.
She moved forwards now, her trot bringing her cadaver into a concluding lurch as muscle retracted and released in a swift few seconds of explosive power; emerald eyes taking one last glance, a final pinpoint, a bullseye, before lids snapped closed in an endeavour of protection. She would go by sense now, attempting to force her weight into his side, throwing him off balance and attempting to lock down on the exposed flexor tendon that lingered below the elbow. If she could just get that tendon to fray, to splinter away and detach itself beneath her jaws; Eos would be set, and her mass and inexperience adjacent to the male would rapidly be crushed with any physical superiority he contained. Ears lay pinned against her scalp, body held squat to the earth beneath him as she awaited that initiating conformation of contact; that welcoming reward that would inflate her confidence for the duration of their brawl. The flag had been raised, war was afoot.
Eos vs. Gargoyle ? Round 1 of ???
Attacks: Finely calculating her direction of attack, Eos decides to take Gargoyle at a 55 degree angle from his left-behind, attempting to slightly avoid his jaws by staying low to the ground behind his limb (on the suspicion the large male is not very manoeuvrable). She attempts to clash with his shoulder with both speed and power, potentially throwing him off balance and simultaneously lowering her head where she would try to locate the flexor tendon below his elbow, and using the force of her jaws, bite down hard onto it in an attempt to seriously injure or tear.
Defenses: Whilst assessing, Eos shifts her weight in anticipation from limb to limb, muscles coiled and at the ready. Then when moving around him she tucks her tail between her legs, shifting her weight predominantly onto her hinds so she is able to quickly dart away from him should the need arise. Neck and skull are lowered. During attack Eos pins her ears and closes her eyes, she also attempts to keep low to the ground and out of reach.
Injuries: None.
Ooc: Nice to see you, Clash! Your writing is so boootiful D: Good luck. <3 ps. sorry for length, will be shorter from now on, you just need to decide on number of rounds. Preferably nothing crazy xDD
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