tidalwave
09-30-2013, 05:33 PM
The mere sight of the approaching sovereign would be enough to rattle the monsters core, a sickening lurch sending pale skull reeling forwards with the push of his shoulders, an almost gag-like motion as the raw sentiment would climb acidic throat. Simultaneously a crazed gurgle would rumble the back of his throat, muffled by the pooling of saliva as salmon tongue would roll backwards and forwards; sending numerous veins of salivation seeping between pearled weapons. He was deaf to her words as he was Liberty?s, the sound of her voice no more than an interrupted roll of static behind the walls of his temples, it mattered not what she spoke of. Only that he would defeat her, tear her apart, win; and this time fairly. Argent?s brushing of encouragement would be all that was required to initiate his attack; unable to return the attentions in that moment, though knowing they were not required. Coral forelimb would crawl forwards, locked onto his target like a predator to its prey; sauntering inaudibly, subconsciously. Chin would lower over the jugular, pulsing with thrill beneath, tail tucked between hinds as the abdomen would tense, hackles rising, eyes narrowing, ears pinning, toes splayed as he would march, pinned claws scraping at the wounded earth beneath, weight as equal and centered as was possible, jaws loose-hinged as they would swing open, prepared; elbows dropping slightly to carry his chest lower to the ground, attempting to round the woman as he would aim for a near-parallel angle, haunches lightly angled away from her as he would strive to approach just athwart her left hind-quarters. Moving nearer now a trot would rise to a lope, eager, concentrated, as threads of saliva would continue to unravel from cherry lips; orifice watering with the temptation of his buds; so eager, anticipating the first suggestion of a successful blow, of metallic blood. Rubies would come to rest upon the spine roughly mid-way down the woman?s pale torso, pin-pointing where it was shallowest beneath the flesh, willing to try and stay upon his bullseye should she move; prepared to risk an unfavorable angle just to hit his lethal target. Once within closer proximities he would push off pale hinds with a reverberating snap of his vocals, a shrilled bark that would crawl the spine of those willing to sacrifice flimsy drums. Left forelimb would tuck beneath his chest upon lifting from gravitation, reaching towards his right elbow in an attempted defense against the grasp of her jaws, right forelimb simultaneously striving to reach out and over her hips, to hold him in place as he would aim to balance upon her chassis, to hug her frame in an attempt to follow the movements of her sinew; but it wasn?t polite, oh no- the man attempting to slam the lower points of his ribcage into her pelvis upon his forceful grasp, to throw her weight enough in a manner that would then allow him to push again from the earth of which his hinds would rest, to potentially send her chassis thundering to the earth beneath them, while left forelimb would attempt also to hook in at her left inner-thigh, to maintain his balance further as orifice would seek their prize. Rapidly, armored jaws would ambitiously locate the spinal-chord beneath her leather, reaching within a matter of seconds to bury canines into the tender flesh that enveloped its elusive rewards.Heartlessly, the man would attempt to hack, to saw his jaws and violently shake his skull upon the potential grasping of flesh, to skin her spine of its protection and lever the vertebrae from her skeleton with beaming canines. Beneath, her vital chord would lay, slumbering peacefully; only to be potentially ripped athwart, up-turned like some kind of primeval rope tugged from the sands of reality. Isardis vs. Chrysanthe ? Round 1 of 3 For Liberty. Defences: Chin lowered over jugular, tail tucked, abdomen tense, hackles raised, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, toes splayed, claws gripping/scraping whilst walking for traction, weight equal and centered, jaws open, elbows dropped to hold center of gravity lower and chest lower to ground to prevent frontal access to abdomen, left forelimb tucked beneath him and towards the right elbow. Attacks: Isardis approaches from an almost parralel angle behind Chrys' left hinds (or rather attempts), his rear angled ever so slightly away from her as he moves to a lope; holding his target in his gaze to try and stay with her no matter what, once closer he will push off his hinds, lifting the front end to hook his right forelimb over the right side of her hips, to hold himsellf on her whilst attempting crack down hard on her pelvis with lower rib-cage/chest, hoping to throw her balance enough to allow him to push again on his hinds and topple her over to the right and to the ground. His left forelimb will reach for her inner thigh, to again secure a potential hold and balance (and potentially grip/scratch?). Then his jaws wll aim to come down and take a hold of the flesh mid spine, to hack and saw as deep into flesh as possible as canines would aim to clip the vertebrae or slice the spinal chord; rendering her paralysed or in severe agony. Injuries: None. |