You're going to have to be faster than that
Alastor - spring seasonal
Defender
Bloodletter
03-30-2021, 12:06 AM
It felt a bit like being a matador with a bull, except it was her whole body that was the target and not just some red flag. She was having a wonderful time riling this beast up as she darted and dipped around the cave, making the massive wolf fall just shy of catching her every time he came lumbering in her direction. Just as she was facing off again with this wolf that was nearly too big to even be called such a thing, a whistle coming from the direction of the entryway caught the attention of not only her but the dire wolf that she was currently tangoing with. Once the brute's eyes were off of her she allowed herself to glance back toward the new comer as well, casting a curious look toward the dark pelted male. She wasn't really allowed time to take in his striking appearance though because he soon charged headfirst past her and straight at the massive beast with a daring shoulder slam that sent the giant tumbling across the floor of the cave. She grinned widely and a bark of laughter left her at the stunning display of absolute careless brute force.
When her bright gaze turned to the stranger again it was with an even more interested and intrigued expression than she had held before. Suddenly he had gone from a random, handsome brute that had happened to stumble into her fight to someone who she felt might actually be worth her time. She wore a grin as well as he turned to face her, her vibrant eyes glittering with a certain kind of hunger as they met the deep, inky depths of his. Just as he went to greet her, he was cut off by the giant of a wolf she had nearly forgotten about for a brief moment who decided to return the favor of body slamming her new acquaintance onto the ground. The whole series of events struck her as one of the funniest things she had ever seen and she got caught in a fit of laughter, that huge, amused grin lingering on her lips while her tail wagged behind her. This had gone from a good time to a great time in the matter of moments.
She watched as her still unnamed source of comedy gold rolled to his feet and immediately launched himself at their collective opponent again, causing the two brutes to get locked into a full on shoving match. That was at least until the male that looked like he had been swallowed in flames began to land ripping bites on the beast's shoulder and began to send blood flying and dripping across the ground. Her grin took on a different connotation as she took in the delicious sight of him standing there, squared off with this monster with its blood dripping from his dark jaws. Well, she certainly wasn't going to just stand here and let him have all the fun.
While the unusually massive beast was momentarily occupied with the male that had taken a fairly noticeable chunk out of his shoulder, Manea darted forward herself with a quick, graceful leap, ducking under him and thrusting the top of her head into the tender flesh of his lower stomach - very close to some far more sensitive areas. As soon as the sharpened, spiked ridges of horn lodged into the wolf's stomach she heard his roar of pain fill the cave, sending a satisfied shiver down her spine. She was quick to jerk her head back as she leaped back from her opponent again, using the direction that the spikes liked to grow to her advantage as they ripped and tore at his gut, leaving a huge, open gash in her wake. It wasn't quite deep enough to eviscerate the poor bastard, but not that far off either. It left most of her face, the top of her head, and the upper part of her neck coated in his blood. She gave a quick shake and blinked the liquid from her eyes, giving a wicked grin as she watched the oh so mighty beast stumble and eventually fall to the ground as blood poured freely from the wound she had created.
She cast a fiery glance toward the black and red stranger before padding over to where the beast had fallen, not so subtly swaying her hips as she went to stand over the slowly dying dire wolf. She pressed one of her slightly oversized paws to the brute's cheek and roughly shoved his head to the ground, the tiger like claws gripping around his jaw to hold him still and coax some more of those pained cries form him. With a chuckle she looked over her shoulder at her partner in crime for the evening, asking, "Would you like to put our friend here out of his misery?"
Manea
When her bright gaze turned to the stranger again it was with an even more interested and intrigued expression than she had held before. Suddenly he had gone from a random, handsome brute that had happened to stumble into her fight to someone who she felt might actually be worth her time. She wore a grin as well as he turned to face her, her vibrant eyes glittering with a certain kind of hunger as they met the deep, inky depths of his. Just as he went to greet her, he was cut off by the giant of a wolf she had nearly forgotten about for a brief moment who decided to return the favor of body slamming her new acquaintance onto the ground. The whole series of events struck her as one of the funniest things she had ever seen and she got caught in a fit of laughter, that huge, amused grin lingering on her lips while her tail wagged behind her. This had gone from a good time to a great time in the matter of moments.
She watched as her still unnamed source of comedy gold rolled to his feet and immediately launched himself at their collective opponent again, causing the two brutes to get locked into a full on shoving match. That was at least until the male that looked like he had been swallowed in flames began to land ripping bites on the beast's shoulder and began to send blood flying and dripping across the ground. Her grin took on a different connotation as she took in the delicious sight of him standing there, squared off with this monster with its blood dripping from his dark jaws. Well, she certainly wasn't going to just stand here and let him have all the fun.
While the unusually massive beast was momentarily occupied with the male that had taken a fairly noticeable chunk out of his shoulder, Manea darted forward herself with a quick, graceful leap, ducking under him and thrusting the top of her head into the tender flesh of his lower stomach - very close to some far more sensitive areas. As soon as the sharpened, spiked ridges of horn lodged into the wolf's stomach she heard his roar of pain fill the cave, sending a satisfied shiver down her spine. She was quick to jerk her head back as she leaped back from her opponent again, using the direction that the spikes liked to grow to her advantage as they ripped and tore at his gut, leaving a huge, open gash in her wake. It wasn't quite deep enough to eviscerate the poor bastard, but not that far off either. It left most of her face, the top of her head, and the upper part of her neck coated in his blood. She gave a quick shake and blinked the liquid from her eyes, giving a wicked grin as she watched the oh so mighty beast stumble and eventually fall to the ground as blood poured freely from the wound she had created.
She cast a fiery glance toward the black and red stranger before padding over to where the beast had fallen, not so subtly swaying her hips as she went to stand over the slowly dying dire wolf. She pressed one of her slightly oversized paws to the brute's cheek and roughly shoved his head to the ground, the tiger like claws gripping around his jaw to hold him still and coax some more of those pained cries form him. With a chuckle she looked over her shoulder at her partner in crime for the evening, asking, "Would you like to put our friend here out of his misery?"
