hecate

ooc: mature subject

Twisting and twirling her cream colored tendrils danced in the wind. The gluttonous hag was not a beautiful creature in the default sense of the word. She was beautiful in the broken sense. A muscular form forged by the Gods themselves, laced with fat and a thick winters coat that died off. A balance of earthy tones along with her blood red eyes. The color of her orbs were only a peek into her very core. A glimpse of what was actually happening within that cracked cranium of hers. The beauty of the brute came from within. The absolute madness that weeped within her. It did not radiate as much, for she seemed to have reeled in her demons. But, when the bitch got going, there was no stopping.

Schon watched him with narrowed eyes, her lips twitching ever so slightly as she observed his own dominating stance. The only effect it had was a challenge, that to keep hers as long as she could. The woman had never been truly dominated within her time pondering this wasteland. She had passed out within one spar, but she had never seen defeat in a true way. Perhaps that was why she was so fucked up and bitchy? Everything in she grasped had been handed to her and now she was nothing but a mad hag. Her family seemed to be long gone and her reign was short and absolutely boring. For a woman clinging onto the past it was horrid. Therefore she staggered around feeling entitled to everything, cursed with the riddled thoughts of her ancestors. Being inclined to do anything taboo. Yet, it was clear she gave no fucks about any of the psychological bullshit.

The behemoth watched as he lowered into his defensive stance. A sight she had seen so may times before. To come after was a baritone rambling of words. The woman stood as she did, just slightly tilting her cranium to the right. Her red eyes remained trained on him as she sucked in a few long breathes. It looked as thought she was truly battling within. Yet, suddenly the woman would began her movements. Schon would saunter back and forth, pacing if you may. This was common for the creature. Her tail was slightly erect, yet her dominating air did not faulter. Her hackles were raised ever so slightly and her paws fell upon the ground like war drums. Her attention never wavered from the man.

"I have no reason to fake." Her lip curled up and soon enough along came the other. Truly exposing those disgusting, saliva covered, fangs once again. "I do not know who the fuck you are." The lady shook her head, the fluff of her dying coat flecking away as she did so. "Therefore, I have no reason to bow down like all these other pathetic mutants that dwell within these putrid lands." A tiny giggle coming forth, exposing sweet notes that her voice lacked before. Perhaps showing she was once a pristine dame. But, along came a sinister look, her brow raising and her paws stopping. Schon was now directly in front of him about four feet away. Her tongue slithered across her teeth once again, "Every man I come across expects me to pop my back end up to the Gods and beg for him to 'take me take me!'" She snorted, a bit more this time, snot flying forth without a care.

Yet, the behemoth seemed to reel herself in, her lips moving to cover her teeth once again. She rolled her shoulders, allowing those pointed claws to dip into the earth absent mindedly. "All I wanted to do is to lay upon my boulder and watch the wind sweep a flower away." Schon would then rip her attention away, moving to turn around to face away from him. Her eyes connecting with he flower once again. Eyeing as the battle continued. The lady let her head dip down slightly, looking to the ground. Her eyes would then squeeze shut, her pads gripping the ground slightly as her ears flicked back to flatten against her skull. Her knees seemed to bend on all four legs, allowing for her to gain a bit more of balance. Each paw shifted to square up on all four legs, to allow her hefty weight to be even distributed between them. As her eyes crept open they were slightly squinted, allowing those lids to protect some of her eye from any glare of the sun or dust in the air. Her tail lowered slightly to align with her spine. Her body seemed to lower ever so slightly, allowing for her head to align with her spine as well, so everything would be equally distributed as it were. Those brooding hackles raised, rolling into a bunch of tough skin and fat to protect the sensitive skin of her upper back. As her pads were gripping the ground, they would aid her in balance. Her claws dug into the earth as well.

All of these motions seemed to happen rather quickly, yet right after she moved to pivot, turning around to face the man once again. Since they were only four feet away, it was rather easy for either of them to attack. But, Schon took her chance. The woman would bound forward as she faced him, attempting close the distance between them with a quite powerful sprint. Her paws dug into the earth with each heavy step. Putting her full might into each stride. Since it was such a small distance, the woman aimed to hit him square in the chest. Due to the height difference, the upper middle, boney portion of her chest would aim to hit the lower middle of his own. Impact could possibly induce pain for both of them, bruising or perhaps even stumbling. - Despite her attempts, if she was able to close the distance, slam or not the woman would use her lesser height to her advantage. Schon lowered her self slightly, if allowed the creature would attempt to raise herself up with the use of her back legs and try to use the top of her head to shove it into the center of his throat. If the attack purchased there seem to be endless possible outcomes for the man. Though, she merely wished to daze the man by making him choke up or even be at a loss for air for a while. As she raised and lowered during the attempted head but her jaws were parted, snapping at anything she could manage. Since they would be in such close quarters, her teeth would aim for bits of flesh she could manage upon his chest. Though, her main focus was upon the head but the entire time, so these attempts to pick at his flesh would be half hearted to say the least.