Whiskey on ice
fighting seasonal prompt
06-30-2020, 10:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-30-2020, 10:42 PM by Askan.)
fight post 3/3
Warm, plush fur met his tongue as he bit down, just enough to get a firm grip. He strained his neck, hoping to twist her scruff to force her to relent, a move his uncle had painfully demonstrated on him not too long ago. But his plan fell to shambles right about then. Instead of pulling away as he'd anticipated, Recluse moved closer and ducked beneath him, sweeping his paws out from under him in a clean, graceful motion. Askan wobbled unsteadily for a moment as he struggled to stay afoot and then, rather inevitably he toppled over like an old tree with rotten, shallow roots.
Askan hit the ice hard and the wind was knocked out of his lungs in a sudden, painful woosh.
He laid there for a moment, staring up at the moon, stunned and a little dazed as his mind worked overtime to rewind and figure out what the hell had just happened. It didn't take a genius to realise that he'd fucked up, not that he'd chosen the wrong opponent, rather that he'd chosen the wrong stage. What kind of fool picked a fight on ice he could barely stand on? He exhaled sharply through his nose as his sides throbbed and pride ached. What a fucking disaster this was. She'd read him like a book, laid out a neat little trap at his paws and he'd blindly walked into it like a senseless fool. He ought to have known better but he just didn't. His bad.
And what of her? Ugh. No doubt she'd see this as a victory, a job well done and all that jazz.
With a grunt Askan sat up, his side twitching as it throbbed in tune to his heartbeat. He was pretty sure that no real harm was done, he was a sore, but he knew that he wouldn't keel over and die from taking a bit of a tumble. The same couldn't really be said for his ego though. It ached like something was gripping his heart, squeezing it tight till it's rhythm was out of tune. His ears flattened against his skull once more as he looked up at Recluse, he wanted nothing more than to leap to his feet and have another go at her but even he knew a lost cause when he saw one. It was over, he was done. Slowly he clambered to his feet then shook his coat out with a bit of a wince, his hackles deflated and his tail hung limp between his legs. A shadow of his former self.
"Fine." Was all he said. Again.
Warm, plush fur met his tongue as he bit down, just enough to get a firm grip. He strained his neck, hoping to twist her scruff to force her to relent, a move his uncle had painfully demonstrated on him not too long ago. But his plan fell to shambles right about then. Instead of pulling away as he'd anticipated, Recluse moved closer and ducked beneath him, sweeping his paws out from under him in a clean, graceful motion. Askan wobbled unsteadily for a moment as he struggled to stay afoot and then, rather inevitably he toppled over like an old tree with rotten, shallow roots.
Askan hit the ice hard and the wind was knocked out of his lungs in a sudden, painful woosh.
He laid there for a moment, staring up at the moon, stunned and a little dazed as his mind worked overtime to rewind and figure out what the hell had just happened. It didn't take a genius to realise that he'd fucked up, not that he'd chosen the wrong opponent, rather that he'd chosen the wrong stage. What kind of fool picked a fight on ice he could barely stand on? He exhaled sharply through his nose as his sides throbbed and pride ached. What a fucking disaster this was. She'd read him like a book, laid out a neat little trap at his paws and he'd blindly walked into it like a senseless fool. He ought to have known better but he just didn't. His bad.
And what of her? Ugh. No doubt she'd see this as a victory, a job well done and all that jazz.
With a grunt Askan sat up, his side twitching as it throbbed in tune to his heartbeat. He was pretty sure that no real harm was done, he was a sore, but he knew that he wouldn't keel over and die from taking a bit of a tumble. The same couldn't really be said for his ego though. It ached like something was gripping his heart, squeezing it tight till it's rhythm was out of tune. His ears flattened against his skull once more as he looked up at Recluse, he wanted nothing more than to leap to his feet and have another go at her but even he knew a lost cause when he saw one. It was over, he was done. Slowly he clambered to his feet then shook his coat out with a bit of a wince, his hackles deflated and his tail hung limp between his legs. A shadow of his former self.
"Fine." Was all he said. Again.
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