"She was screaming, so I killed her"
10-18-2013, 08:13 PM
Oh he was playing her game,and she loved it. There was nothing that could offend the lady, she was naturally aggressive anyway and now he was being nice enough to let her attack first. Ryouta was happy, if anything, as her hackles raised her teeth barred. The fight would be one thing she would enjoy, blood, flesh, the whole lot of it. The beast was viscous and as her last name stood, she was a king, king of men and women all alike. Ryu's ears pulled back and kept themselves there to protect them from any tugging. Her back paws pressed against the snow behind her as she pushed herself forward, using the momentum of her force to try and slam into the male her entire weight focusing to the front of her. Her eyes focused on his head, reading him as well as she could if she could. Ryu's head was located to the left side of him, as she brought her head down and jaws splayed open in an attempt to latch onto his face just under the eye, twisting slightly to the right to try and give her a better aim. If she were to succeed she would not latch on but try to take his flesh away from him. Her front paws firmly planted on the ground, she tried to push down and forward onto him, using her body weight to her advantage. Her toes splayed apart, as her flume set out to keep her balance at that. Ryu attempted to shake her head left and right if her attack were to succeed. Back legs tightening with muscle so that she would not be pressed back. The lady narrowed her eyes and let out a menacing chuckle with the fun that she was having already. Shoulders rolled inwards, and her scruff scrunched into a bundle to protect her vitals. She wanted to put the pressure all over him. Distributing her weight forward, but still keeping her balance with her center of gravity on high hopes. Attack:; Ryu has pushed herself forward into the male. To his left side her head focuses on his cheek just below the eye. Her head tilting towards the right she attempts to strike him and shake her head to tear off flesh quickly, not to latch on. Her weight is pressing onto him as she tries to give herself the upper paw. Defense:; Hackles are raised and eyes narrowed. Toes are splayed and center of gravity in her stomach. Her flume is level with spine and shoulders rolled inward. Scruff scrunched up to provide protection towards her vitals. Injuries:; N/A Speech, |
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