ardent

Where are you gonna go when I'm gone?



Basilisk I

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
-
posts
139
08-31-2013, 07:59 AM (This post was last modified: 08-31-2013, 08:01 AM by Epiphron.)



This was something entirely new for Basilisk. His spar with Cross had been nothing like this; it had been a mere practice fight, with only the slightest bit of blood drawn when he'd snagged the other male's leg a bit too roughly. And yet immediately he felt the woman tighten her grip on her neck, felt the warm blood began to leak from his wound and trickle down the fur of his neck. This woman was not terrified of him in the slightest; and as quickly as the fight began, he felt any hint of emotion drain from him. Replacing it was a cold beast, one who's only goal was to destroy this female for what she had begun to do to him. She wanted to claim him, to make him hers ... he belonged to no one. As her grip tightened, he let loose another snarl, the sound roaring through the isle that seemed strangely quiet ...

Rather rewarding to the yearling, one of his desperate attacks landed, albeit not perfectly. Fangs had snagged some of the scruff of her shoulder, sinking into her flesh. Though she roared a sound of pain, it only seemed to drive her on, to make her fight harder. And yet his neck was twisted painfully from the driving force of her jaws, pushing into his flesh further. His grip on her scruff would last only for a moment, but he whipped his head to the side, grip tight as he tore away, hoping desperately he would tear flesh at the least.

Having a grasp on his neck, she still had the upper hand ... both figuratively and literally. If she was able to shift even a few inches, she could easily tear out his throat. And so he twisted his neck in her grasp as well as he could, feeling flesh tearing. Red hot pain surged through him, and the sensation felt startlingly similar to the sensation of a flame licking his flesh. It was unpleasant, and he was determined to force the woman to relinquish her hold on him.

With his head so low to the earth, his body twisting so dramatically that he was on the verge of crumbling entirely to the ground, he had an idea. It would either work well, or backfire completely. With a surge of energy, ears flattened against his skull, he attempted to push his head forward to snap at Cataleya's left forelimb, aiming for the joint. If he snapped it hard enough, it would be difficult for her to keep her hold on him; but it was equally as likely that, as his hind legs slackened to let him push forward at snap at her leg, that she would be able to push the rest of his body down and send him toppling to the ground.


ROUND 2 / 3 - for dominance
Attacks: Ripping his hold from her shoulder scruff, hoping to bleed her; also trying to grab her leg at the joint, not to pull it out from under her but to simply damage it by the pure force of his clamped jaws

Defenses: Ears pinned to skull, stance still wide to keep himself from falling down entirely

Injuries: Serious, bleeding bite to the left side of his neck (torn flesh as she shakes her head back and forth), potentially a torn/sore muscle in his neck as she twists his neck down to the ground

Other: SAF and I are okay with posts taking longer than the allotted 3 days <3 also I think the challenger is supposed to let the other start but this is fine for plot reasons :D PS I'm sorry if any of this is confusing, I'm doing my best!