bend but don't break

Walk | Talk | Think

As her paws brought her alongside Maverick's body, he reacted, seeming to have anticipated her movements and prepared himself accordingly. It was a movement that brought about another touch of inexperienced nervousness with it, fear that her plans should be read so easily within her movements, but at this point there was nothing to be done about it. His weight shifted subtly in her direction, moving with her as Ashtoreth leaned in to snap at his left foreleg. His shoulder followed, thrown in the way of her reach and bumping against her head rather roughly, causing her to tuck her ears more firmly and have to turn her head to the right as she made her bite at his leg. Quick jaws made their contact, creating a set of small puncture wounds there that elicited a grumbling growl from the dappled red wolf's throat, the sound amplified by his opened jaws. Already she had released her snap on his leg, intending to stumble away further from him in avoidance of anything else he might have intended to follow.

But her fast paws were not quite fast enough. In her distraction making her bite, he had used his longer reach to stretch his neck and head over the top of hers to latch onto the skin between her shoulder blades, a move that was made all the more easy on him due to her lack of thought toward it. The momentum she had worked up when charging suddenly worked against her and caused her back end to swing out, her scruff pinned in the bite made by Maverick's jaws. She felt the prickle of his teeth, the sting as they made their mark upon her scruff and scraped into her skin to create a set of shallow cuts above and two puncture marks below. A noise that was part growl, part whine slipped through her opened jaws due to the pain of it, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of discomfort and determination.

Wishing to distract his hold, to make him release her if he had no intention of doing so right away, her head, still stuck awkwardly beneath his from the placement of his hold, turned to angle toward his left shoulder, jaws opened with the intent of placing another bite there if her smaller reach would allow it despite him being capable of holding her at bay with his current grip. She pushed upward off the ground with her forepaws not seconds after, abandoning her attempted bite regardless of whether she had been close to the mark or not in favor of trying to wrench her scruff from his grasp. Even as the pain of the wrenching movement shot upward along her scruff, possibly worsening her own injury, she reached out with those fore paws and tried to scrape and push off of Maverick's chest and leg with every intent of getting out of his grip, her tail out and swaying to maintain what balance she could.

Round 2/3:

Attacks: Another quick snap toward Maverick's left shoulder, the one closest to her. Shoving and scraping with her legs against his left front area (chest, leg).

Defenses: Head still tucked underneath Maverick's, ears flat, eyes narrowed.

Damage: Two small puncture wounds on the underside of Maverick's bite to her scruff, two slightly longer scraped cuts on the topside from her momentum pulling her away (slightly added scraping from trying to pull from his grasp).

OOC: Pretty sure this is technically a default because I failed to keep track of days correctly oops x__x; but continuing nonetheless.