Faust vs Eldi
Golden gems drank in the crowd, the inspection lasting no more than a moment before the haunting watch came to rest upon his opponnent, a wolf he had not seen before in his life. Quite abruptly the utterance was done and it would seem that he was meant to begin the duel; sooty curtains drawn back to reveal the pearly armory. His adversary was of similar build, few inches taller than he was, sculpted for strenght over speed. Even if they were similar, he knew better than to assume any direct assault would garner him an swig of flesh and blood. So instead he lurched forth with intentions to drive, to persuade the mass of the other to adjust in accordance to his own. He would attempt to eliminate the distance between them, effectively consolidate the stage on which the male had to dance. With a single gluttonous stride the lands between them dwindled and as his forelimbs struck the ground he centered his balance, angling joints and lowering his titanic frame. Driving with his hind limbs he pressed on, chin angled slightly down and away with jaws agape to both defend against any counter launched and to hopefully snatch up any portion of his opponent which didn’t manage to sneak out of the way in time. Still his pinnae embraced his skull, his lids now drawn thin to protect his sights as he came forward. As his momentum heaved him forward he drew up his forelimbs ever so slightly, keeping the one which was nearest to his opponents face drawn slightly higher. Shoulders slid forwards to effectively bunch his thick scruff about his neck and chest as his banner adjusted to aid in balance. The caudal portion of Eldi’s shoulder is where his fangs were directed in an attempt to grasp the soft tissues. Keeping his aim general he offered himself the best chances of catching a nibble of something and though his aim was set to the midsection of the adversary his stare was directed towards his features, eager to read glimpse of a counterattack or evasion. |