stomach to the floor

*Eos* · 06-22-2013, 11:34 PM

Something had seemed to loiter behind his mustard gaze, a shuddering and swirling being that forked with yearning at his iris. A being trembled within his soul, cold and lifeless; something dark and sinister that lurked beneath the gallant surface. Such was the way with most wolves these days, eh? No matter where your ambitions carried you, life would throw treacherous challenges in your way; you had to overcome them, and many did, but like the false hero that began to crumble before her, the majority were never the same afterwards. The beast was so close, and yet so mentally far away; something troubled his mind, tapped mercilessly at his core, but it didn?t impress her- hell, it couldn?t even make her blink. In fact it seemed to be growing habitual for personalities to be disturbed by one thing or another; pure sanity was rare, and this ?King? was just another of the millions that didn?t possess it. Their mind was their weakness, and although in some situations it may have made them stronger, in the end they always collapsed; psyche disintegrating in the acids of their plights, frail cadaver dragged into the pits of their despairs.

It had been foolishly unrealistic for the colossal male to presume he could manoeuvre his body in such a way, fling his shoulders away from her only to send them back all before she hit the earth; his substantial efforts would reap poor rewards, the smaller females closer position to the soil, chest reaching ambitiously for its earthy kiss, would mean only her elevated hips would prove accessible to the fiend. She wasn?t entirely sure how it had occurred, but as swiftly as contact was made with his limb, her rear-end was forced oblique; flinging her pelvis away from the beast while elbows stayed planted to the soil beneath her, torso embracing it?s unsullied surface with perceptible crude. Hinds struggled; momentarily thrown into a vigorous fit of disarray. She needed just a few seconds to salvage herself, emerald eyes flashing open to locate his limb once again. But he wasn?t done, now he pushed forwards with his corpse, a daunting lurch of prime flesh colliding with her shoulders with irrefutable power. A spine-quaking yelp cursed free of inky lips, the banshee struggling beneath his weight as he began to gnaw; jaws meeting fat-laced flesh at the top of her shoulders.

He stood above her now, her abdomen forced to the earth, whatever ambitions he had of pushing her onto her side had been drowned by her previous defences; but still he had access to her nape, and although vaguely protected by a thin layer of fat, the pain that tore so heartlessly at her nerves was enough to persuade a fit of screaming, jaws clashing together in desperation as he continued to dig, tunnelling her flesh like a ravenous predator. Each second that passed felt like painstaking hours, the lady managing only to tuck her tail beneath her frame and hold her ears pinned against her scalp. What else could she do to protect herself from further maim? Nothing. Other than return the favours. Perhaps he had placed consideration in his balance, and in his vitals; but as he stood so confident over her, still snapping voraciously, he only rebirthed the previous opportunity he had tried so exceedingly hard to evade.

Coffee fore-pillars loomed before her, supporting his carcass of burden as he continued to attack, a fine river of crimson tracing the chasms of his left arm- perfect. With no more warning, Eos snaked her nape forwards, ivories flashing with famished aspiration, tongue curling before pulsating tonsils; mid-air she would swivel her skull, ever-so-slightly to the right, yet another calculated attack for not only the flexor tendon, but now also the bone. Should she succeed in her efforts, she would dead-bolt her molars so decisively onto that limb with bone-crushing pressure; it was unlikely her opponent would ever regain that pride-infused strut of his. She lingered with superior purpose, becoming oblivious to the pain amid her shoulders, her mind so thirsty for that rewarding crack, that perfectly rupturing resonance as bone compressed and splintered beneath her jaws. Let him feel the sensation of tearing skin as fillet fragments tore free of his pompous leather, and then let him fall; let him become her casualty, and she his assailant.

But she wasn?t done yet, oh no- then she would push forwards; gathering her hinds beneath her, bunching her spine into an awkward arch, forcing all of her power to assimilate behind her pelvis. She would propel herself off the ground, front limbs cupped hastily to her chest as she aimed dead-centre for the male?s heart with the top of her skull, still hoping to maintain a twisted hold on his limb. Using not only her weight, but the sheer power of hind-drive, she could knock the mammoth fool so easily backwards; he may have planted those hinds in firmly, but the lack of care positioned in his front limbs meant that that?s exactly where he was at risk, at fault. With all weight distributed behind him, and his fore-muscles at ease, he should have been more than undemanding to toss backwards. Then, ohh then!- Eos would be unstoppable. Tail tucked, ears pinned, eyes closed, jaw compressed towards her chest; there was no going back.

Eos vs. Gargoyle ? Round 2 of 4

Attacks: Gorgoyle managed to force her down, but not how he had intended; spine-up, belly-down, Gargoyle stands over her, more to her left side. Here he becomes oblivious to the placement of his front limb, and Eos see's a perfect opportunity- she attacks the left forelimb yet again, which is already injured. Gathering herself, she pushes her neck and skull forward, swivelling slightly to the right to allow an easy latch onto the limb. Then, she hopes to hold, increasing her intense jaw pressure with bone-crushing abilities. But she's not done, sparing a moment of potential pressure, Eos hopes to maintain her hold on the limb if successful, whilst still managing to coil her hind limbs beneath her, bunching up her spine before propelling herself forwards and upwards, head forced downwards to hopefully ram the male's chest with full force. Because of his hind weight distribution, Eos suspects he will not only be pushed away from her shoulders, but forced backwards, potentially flipped onto his spine.

Defenses: Thrown downwards, Eos only manages to hold her tail in between her legs, pinning her ears. In defense to Gargoyle's attack to the top of her shoulders/nape, Eos propels herself upwards and forwards to force him off her. Because of the angle of her skull, her vital arteries in her throat should be protected also. Weight all on her hind-end, forelimbs lifted off the ground and tucked in her chest.

Injuries: Large, deep bite wound to the nape/between the shoulders, though it will scar and take time to heal, it has not harmed anything vital; thanks to the fat layer in that area.

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