LET'S TAKE THE CHANCE RIGHT NOW AND SCREAM
09-02-2013, 02:44 PM
Digits would individually flex in preparation for the impending brawl, the slight simper that tainted her porcelain countenance elongating across her velveteen lips as it developed into a malevolent smirk, fueled only by the cacophony of taunting snickers and growls that spewed from her sibling?s slackened jaws. Gluttonous incisors would click together as she mirrored the brutish tyke?s aggressive display, mismatched amethyst and mercury gaze refusing to stray from the premises of his physique in anticipation for the initiative maneuver. Her adversary would not test her patience and her pupils would dilate as she observed the tensing of his muscles as he launched the entirety of his mass towards her, forcing quick retaliation upon the pallid babe. Knees would bend slightly to lower her chest cavity towards the tainted arena floor so as to shift the course of her sibling?s attack, hind limbs unfurling as the viper lurched forward in an attempt to greet her sibling?s frontal assault with her own, intending to strike the center of her chest against the bottom-center of his own to force him slightly upwards, hoping her shorter apex and lowered breast would aid her in this motion. Her sibling?s teeth would penetrate the flesh upon the babe?s right brow (Artemis? POV) rather than the entirety of her muzzle due to the lowering of her own body, earning a faint snarl from the juvenile as she registered the pain, frustration ignited within her as a thin strand of blood cascaded down the side of her face. Slavering jaws would unhinge and her skull would cock away from her sibling?s jaws so as to angle her muzzle in towards his flesh, extending in the direction of the curvature of the male?s neck where the left side of his neck connected with his mandible, intending to seize the tender flesh there to ensue relentless pain within the child. This was no longer about the adrenaline or the experience, but rather to establish dominance and to prove herself a worthy combatant against her larger brother, so victory was imperative. Although she was entirely new to the field of battle, minimal defenses would remain secured throughout her assail ? both ears plastered furiously against her crown and spinal column aligned to the best of the wench?s ability, praying to appear a little competent to any bystanders the brawling tykes may attract; especially if their mother decided to make an appearance and chide them on their mistakes that Artemis intended to keep at a bare minimum. for DOMINANCE round number one ? two ? three |
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