Small But Mighty
The male watched the runt of a woman, yellow gaze narrowed as she spoke. Why was she here? She acted too sweet, too innocent, too...vulnerable. Perfect. He didn't care who she was, or why she was here, but he came for a fight and he wasn't going to hold back for some little temptress, or anyone else for that fact. Maybe he could even toughen her up and show her that he wasn't here to play nice. Obviously. He tsked when she smiled after offering the first move. Who did that? It was just as he thought. He had found a naive little woman. Maybe she wasn't too familiar with how the world worked, or that there was darkness out there and not everything was sunshine and rainbows. It sucked, he knew there were some out there that thought that. And when he was a pup he had thought that too, but he quickly realized that was not the way of the world. Much less so when he had come across someone who had started to make him see light in the dark tunnel again until she was torn away from him in the siege. And then the fact of the siege itself, when he had lost so much. Takira. His pack. His family dispersed and disappeared. Himself. He had lost part of himself that day, and he wasn't referring to the fact that he had been castrated, but he had lost part of who he used to be. He discarded it, didn't bother to find that part of him after that, and instead embraced the darkness and sins that he knew now. And now this unfortunate woman had come into his path, and he wasn't sure if he would hold back. Or if he even wanted to.
"I don't know who you are, and you certainly don't know me. But I wouldn't smile at every stranger you meet, darling. Not all of us are as friendly as you are." He growled, teeth showing in a devilish grin. He wouldn't really be at fault with anything that happened here now would he? After all, she had walked onto the battlefield. She had come calling for a fight. She must have known what kinds of things could happen out here. Even if he hadn't come along, someone else much more worse could have. But he was here now in front of her, and his tail lashed as he quickly settled into his defenses. In quick succession, his ears pinned to his skull, head lowered over his throat as it aligned with his spine, tail flagging out to fall in a straight line with spine and skull. Teeth bared, muzzle wrinkling as the skin and his scars bunched up around his narrowed eyes. Hackles lifted, legs spread equidistant apart as his toes splayed and claws bit into the dirt. Lastly, he lowered his center of gravity, legs bending so he was lower to the ground. He didn't care who had the misfortune of crossing his path, he wanted to do to everyone what had been done to him. Were she a male, he might have been inclined to try and castrate them like what had been done to him. But since she wasn't, he had something else in mind. His last fight had been with Xephyris, and that day quickly flashed through his mind, tongue briefly swiping out to curl around the scars that had been left on him. Yes...that's what he could do. He could show her just how ugly the world could be.
Without warning, he burst forth like a bat out of hell as a hellish and guttural growl erupted from his maw. He aimed to come at her head on and at full speed, left shoulder jutting forward like a javelin. He sought to bash his chest into her own while simultaneously attempting to slam his left shoulder into the front of her right shoulder. The potential impact would surely bruise them both, but the adrenaline would soon be pumping through him and hide any pain he might feel throughout this match. If he had any sense of moral compass, he might feel bad about hurting her. But who was he kidding? He didn't have any remorse or sense of empathy for anyone anymore. And he wasn't sure if he ever would again. Those thoughts were fleeting, however, as he was focused on the task of fighting now. He lifted his right forepaw, weight redistributing among his three grounded limbs as evenly as he could as he sought to slam his right forepaw right on top of her left forepaw. His main goal was to pin her to the ground, though he wouldn't be surprised if he accidentally broke a toe or two in the process. Lastly, Enigma's head tilted slightly to his left, jaws opening as he then sought to attack one last part of her. Through narrowed eyes, he sought his target. He aimed to bring his teeth across her face, an attempt at slicing her skin that if successful, could leave her scarred just like him.
Oh how he missed fighting. How long had it been since his last one? He couldn't recall the last time he had met Xephyris...he supposed it was whenever that Adravendi boy had his pack, but that was old news. And it didn't matter now. If he saw either of them, he'd do the same to them that he was trying to do now...though he was sure he'd do a lot worse to them.
Enigma VS Solveiga for: MAIM [Facial Scarring] |
