Flip the Script
Tornadics jaws opened wide, his nose lifted in a snarl as the male refused to go down and called himself “The Mighty Mountain.” He scoffed at that internally, that was a dumb name, and he bet his father hadn’t even given it to him, he had probably just made it up himself to sound cool.
With his jaws open Tornadic tucked his chin to shield his throat , if the male moved within range of being bitten he would sink his needle-like fangs into his tender pup flesh until he cried or begged him to stop, however, He hadn’t anticipated the blow to his chest. Torn's head snapped forward, mouth still agape as the shoulder collided with his chest with a dull thud. He felt himself be pushed back almost to the point of teetering over until his hind left leg stepped back to correct his balance,r and push him forward his tail flailing out like a rudder, in an attempt to use his weight to knock the other boy onto his back, his head rolled forward with the intent of hitting Noir's throat with the top of his skull as he surged forward and to hopefully prevent any more bodily blows. He kept his eyes narrowed and his ears pinned, his hackles still raised to show his dominance and his nose lifted and tucked between the folds of his snarling muzzle. His neck braced for the impact, his shoulders rolling forward and his front paws bent and crossed over his chest, ready to stick out and catch himself on the ground.
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