SEVEN NATION ARMY
10-22-2013, 08:49 PM
She had waited, primed and ready to strike with no target yet presenting itself. Valhallans came and some attempted to leave, but all were occupied in due time. Finally one would stride forth and prepare himself, and it would be he that she chose out of all of them. There would be no indication until she charged forward. Defenses were still set, her eyes now narrowing to dangerous slits as her squared legs brought her bodice nearer and nearer to him. Ears lay stiffly against her cranium as her crown dipped down in line with her spine and tucked back toward her bosom to protect her throat. With ease her tail would flutter behind her, guiding her as she went in the form of an out-of-water propellor. Hackles would raise as her shoulders rolled forward in her charge, aiming to meet his right side and form a capital T shape with her body being the longer part of the T. Jaws would creep upward, momentarily dropping their tucked position to seek a grip along his scruff or surrounding area. Broad chest would attempt to barrel into him as she bit down in hopes of knocking him off balance or at least staggering the man. In a second attempt at compromising his balance, her left front paw would lift off of the ground, cross over her right, and swipe at his right front leg hoping to sweep it forward and off of the terrain and further offset his balance. for siege 1/∞ ?speak,? |