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The woman was not a creature that held her tongue. She spoke the entirety of her mind only ceasing her speech when it would benefit her own self. This is how she reigned, a beast that instilled the fear of truth and violence all in one. Pinpointing the flaws and beauty in each of her subject. That is what she did with everyone now. Within the man before her she saw a great hulking beast that in her earlier days would just love to have dominate her very existence. The younger and more lust driven woman would have given everything to be with such a man. Yet, now, she merely wished to dominate him. To show that was was no weakling. Not some lonely crow that spent her days watching flowers. But a being of power, that was not to be tampered with so easily. A dangerous mind. For whom? Mainly herself. And in these moments that showed.

As the ravenous bitch barreled towards him her red gazed observed his quick leap to his left. Her lips remained curled, the flimsy skin of her lips bunching up in a deep snarl. Protecting her fleshy cheeks. Suddenly, they met. His upper right shoulder meeting the center of her chest. This impact causing for the woman to become rather dazed for a few moments. Her mind foggy as all the air from her lungs froze in time, causing her to grasp for breaths. Her chest was consumed with the pang of the rushed impact, instant soreness and bruising causing for any movements within the region of her chest to sting rather harshly. Yet, the woman came too rather swiftly, this was not her first rodeo and the power hungry bitch would tough it out even if she was short of breath. Her attempt to slam her head into his throat seemed to go misplaced, she merely seemed to manage to press her weight into him due to her foggy mind. (Im unsure if her attack, the head but, was noted in your post or if the outcome was her throwing her weight into him.) Though, one of her flimsy attempts managed to purchase. For her snapping teeth managed to cause mild lacerations upon the skin of his chest, her tongue consumed with the metallic taste of blood.

Though, soon came his own assaults. He quickly moved to allow his jaws to connect with the middle right portions of her neck. The woman felt his saliva ridden fangs slip into her thick skin. Entering the tense muscle of her neck. A rippling snort would be heard from the bitch as he did so, instantly blood falling from the wound. Instinctivly, her hackles remained raised upon her upper back. The skin around her neck bunching up slightly, into thick rolls of fat and fur. This would aid in protecting the vital bits beneath, but the area he managed to latch onto was far gone. His head thrashed to the left, allowing his teeth to rip the skin around the wound that was already formed. As he pulled back, his pinched teeth managed to take a moderate chunk of fur and skin, blood now gushing from the wound. - With this the she-beast would be panting heavily the entire time. The aching and throbbing of the wound consuming her mind for mere moments before the mixture of adrenaline and shock would settle in. Allowing for the bitch to carry on with her own attacks as he moved away.

His movements were quick, causing for the woman to be at his whim. But, the foolish man pulled away. If he had not, the situation would have been much worse. Yet, he did. As Elias parted with her flesh the girl would check her stance very quickly. Her crimson orbs protected by her squinting lids. Her paws spread evenly and her knees bent for balance. That illustrious tail level with her spine for ease of movement. Her lips already curled into a protective and bearing snarl. Her multi-colored ears flat against her cranium so snapping jaws would have a hard time of pinpointing the thin flesh. Her paws were flexed, allowing for her claws and paws to grip the earth below for calculated steps. Those hackles already bunched up to protect the sensitive flesh beneath. Last but not least her muzzle was tilted down slightly, in those idle moments, to protect her throat.

Her eyes connected with him rather quickly, since he was slightly to her right, she would try to use this angle to her advantage. The beast would quickly lower herself at her knees, primarily her back legs. Suddenly, she sprung into action. Allowing for the majority of her weight to go to her rear haunches, then attempting to launch her front half upward, both of her front paws aiming to wrap around the mans shoulders. Her left paw moving to try and press against his upper right shoulder, around the right side of his upper back, trying to sink her claws into the fur for a better grip. The right paw would merely attempt to grip onto his upper left shoulder, around the left side of his upper back, but this grip would be of a bit less might due to the injury upon the upper right portion of her neck. Her rear paws would dig into the earth below, pads stretched to allow to dirt to meld with her footing. The muscles in her back legs flexed, attempting to lock in place while she was still. Yet, her assault was not over. If she was able to truly raise her front half and wrap her two front limbs around his shoulders. Her muzzle would aim to her left, due to the angle in which they stood favoring that side. Her jaws parting and aiming to lock onto a calculated bite upon the the lower right portion of his neck. Very similar to the area in which he bit her. Her head would tilt to the left slightly as she did so. Her upper jaw would aim for the upper portion of the neck and attempt to lock on by allowing those fangs to seep into his flesh. But, her lower jaw would first try to connect with the lower portion of his neck and quickly snap up aiming to meet with the upper jaw and bring what skin or flesh with it as it moved in attempt to pinch the skin between the two sets of teeth. If such an attack purchased, she would try her best to not let go. For she would allow for her fangs to remained locked into the flesh, attempting to reposition every now and then by snapping her teeth together to perhaps mangle the skin around the wound slightly. - Though, in such a position, her own neck was being craned ever so slightly. Blood seeping from the gash at her neck, the stinging pain scratching at her mind. But, it would take a bit more to slow the woman down significantly.