Don't you dare
“The bitch calls herself Basilia, a name only tasteful to those with actual taste. And what does the Weakling here call himself?” His lip lifted as he snarled. If there was one thing that generally set him off and often without fail, was when others dared to insult him. Was he a prideful creature? Most definitely. And while he was far from considerate when it came to the feelings of others when he chose to insult them, it was safe to say that he felt what he said was true about them. But her calling him a weakling? She was far off the mark. She might have been taller than him by a couple of inches, but he could tell that he had more muscle. She bore no scars that he could see and figured she probably wasn't as much of a fighter like he was. He could be wrong, however. And there was only one way to find out.
"I'll show you a weakling!" He snarled before launching at her without any other warning but that. He sought to slam the point of his right shoulder into the crevice of her left shoulder with the intention of causing her muscles to sieze if not dislocate the joint entirely. Simultaneously aiming to crash his chest with hers and leave a hideous bruise. Glistening fangs were fully exposed as he twisted his head upwards, aiming to grasp her throat in his jaws in an effort to crush the air from her lungs. All the while his defenses were set. Hackles were raised, eyes narrowed and his ears pinned to his skull. Tail flagged out as he used it for balance, toes splayed to cover more ground. He would show her who the weakling was...and if he ended up underestimating her and losing? Well...he'd track her down and make her pay double the price.
Azazel VS Basilia for DOMINANCE |
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