Whiskey on ice
fighting seasonal prompt
06-30-2020, 09:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-30-2020, 09:08 PM by Askan.)
fight post 2/3
If nothing at least Askan could respect the fact that she wasn't all talk, that she could withstand the brunt of his weight shoving against her shoulder. He wasn't the largest of wolves but he carried a lot of heft and the fact that her footing hadn't been disrupted at all was...well it was something, Askan supposed. More than a little unwilling to offer her a compliment of any kind his mind drew a blank, like he forgot how to form coherent sentences. His ears flicked back at the sound of clacking teeth and it took him but a moment to realise her intentions. She could have landed a hit there, his head had been ducked so she would've had a perfect angle for grabbing a hold of his ear, but she hadn't. Instead she dangled the prospect in front of him, reminding him that he probably ought to look before he leapt. Not that he cared to think of it that way for long, he was quick to shove that thought aside as he spread his gait, his paws slipping a little on the ice as he resisted her forward momentum. It hadn't been his intention to start with but if she wanted to get all snappy then two could play at that game. Or in other words, he'd fallen for her bait like a fish on a hook.
With teeth bared he went to grab at the scruff of her neck. Not so forward that he intended to chomp at her throat, like he was going in for the kill, rather he knew that the skin was loose there so even if he did land a hit no real damage would be done. At worst she'd sting for a few days and at best she'd feel like a scolded puppy being scooped up by an elder. He was so intent on hitting his target that he didn't notice that his footwork was getting even messier, sloppy and skittering. Leaving shallow little grooves in the ice in his wake. Instinctively, his tail arched high, swaying slightly in an effort to help maintain balance but it didn't help all that much.
If nothing at least Askan could respect the fact that she wasn't all talk, that she could withstand the brunt of his weight shoving against her shoulder. He wasn't the largest of wolves but he carried a lot of heft and the fact that her footing hadn't been disrupted at all was...well it was something, Askan supposed. More than a little unwilling to offer her a compliment of any kind his mind drew a blank, like he forgot how to form coherent sentences. His ears flicked back at the sound of clacking teeth and it took him but a moment to realise her intentions. She could have landed a hit there, his head had been ducked so she would've had a perfect angle for grabbing a hold of his ear, but she hadn't. Instead she dangled the prospect in front of him, reminding him that he probably ought to look before he leapt. Not that he cared to think of it that way for long, he was quick to shove that thought aside as he spread his gait, his paws slipping a little on the ice as he resisted her forward momentum. It hadn't been his intention to start with but if she wanted to get all snappy then two could play at that game. Or in other words, he'd fallen for her bait like a fish on a hook.
With teeth bared he went to grab at the scruff of her neck. Not so forward that he intended to chomp at her throat, like he was going in for the kill, rather he knew that the skin was loose there so even if he did land a hit no real damage would be done. At worst she'd sting for a few days and at best she'd feel like a scolded puppy being scooped up by an elder. He was so intent on hitting his target that he didn't notice that his footwork was getting even messier, sloppy and skittering. Leaving shallow little grooves in the ice in his wake. Instinctively, his tail arched high, swaying slightly in an effort to help maintain balance but it didn't help all that much.