a modern concussion
Kefka
thinking "speech" "others" Their chests collided as his grip succeeded, forelimbs looping tightly around his brother's neck and claws scraping along the skin around the base of Kefka's neck to maintain his grip. Those ebon eyes squeezed shut, braced for the impact of teeth against tender skin. "I didn't think you'd be this happy to see me." the jovial rumble seemed to shudder through his own ribs as it reverberated from Kefka's chest. Why wasn't he angry? Why didn't he care that they'd been apart so long, torn apart by the cruel whims of a fate that they couldn't change? It wasn't a long lasting grapple, and as the momentum pushed his weight into Kefka's body, his brother let his front half go limp. Slipped through his grasp, just like when they were kids. The collision of his jaws met the hard bone along the upper right portion of Kefka's skull, just shy of his right ear. The tang of blood was acrid on his tongue, a stark realization of what he was doing. What was he doing? "You don't want to chat Meph? I suppose that's fine with me." his brother remarked, and the sudden force of a broad skull colliding with the centre of his chest shoved him off balance, and caught him firmly off guard. Next came the sting of fangs closing around the meat at the inner portion of his left forelimb, spurring him back into action. The phoenix sought to withdraw the limb, but his positioning was awkward. Kefka was rising back up against his chest with an attack of his own, there was a good chance he would only be saving the thicker portion of his leg from the pierce of those teeth, and let his brother grip him by the wrist instead. He sought to replace his free forelimb over the side of his brother's neck, close to his left shoulder, with the length of his lower limb from elbow to wrist applying pressure to the taut musculature of the neck with the force of his bulk pressing forward. Perhaps he could still force him to the ground. Bared fangs snapped back towards his brother's features once again, this time seeking to make use of the bared section of his upper neck that Kefka had offered up on a silver platter. Perhaps he could scruff his brother like an errant child, and peel his fangs from his left leg. Mephistopheles Aman Abraxas vs Kefka Abraxas for Dominance Round: 2/2 Age: 1+ year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Skills: Advanced Fighter & Beginner Intellectual Specialty: N/A ((OOC; yeah no strict limits on time here, and may the dice gods preserve and keep us)) |
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