SEVEN NATION ARMY
10-25-2013, 06:40 PM
A violent ripping would tear from the throat of the devil itself, the most hostile, spine-jutting roar reverberating from a soul so foul and decayed by the sights that would rot his foundation. Taurig had shown, and so foolishly attacked his former-father at the throat; launching his body for the health of the woman the albino so loved. His heart shook with blackening venom, poisoning his stream to the extent that he could momentarily do no more than tremble violently where he stood; salivating like the rabid beast he had so suddenly become. He spluttered, a spitting of rage sending transparent threads flying about his pale form in a frenzy of blood-lust. He swore to the gods of hell, if Sendoa failed to rip that kids throat out then he would do it himself. It was the last straw, and the child would soon perish. It seemed however, that he would be granted the body of a lesser worth to play with; to kneed free his health and sanity and rip the idiotic creature to the shame he?d so quickly become. He had chosen a foolish time to attack, war with The King was dangerous in it?s own right, and when brewing with the rage of betrayal he would stop at nothing. Not foolish enough to allow a wolf to approach at such velocity from behind, Isardis would hear his speeding arrival and whip his body around to face the being just before the foolish creature was upon him. And rapidly, however calculated, with the extreme motions of his thrashing skull, the albino would aim to blast the side of his own skull into the left-ward skull and cheek of his opponent, to cause surprise and potential light-headedness of the boy. He would feel jaws collide with the fatty spaces between his left shoulder and nape and a vicious snarl would rip free of his pipes. Rapidly the king would re-aim, attempting to push his now left shoulder into the jaws and face of the biting virile to throw him off momentarily, before quickly sending his own jaws reaching out for the left side of the marked beasts lower jaw, to potentially grasp it, disarm him and relentlessly tighten around bone and flesh. Meanwhile defenses remained, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised, weight even, limbs squared, abdomen tense, tail tucked, toes played, claws gripping for traction, shoulders rolled, chin tucked, muscles rigid. Isardis vs. Tidus - Round 1/3 ? For Blindness Injuries: bite wound between neck and shoulder into the skin and fat. ooc; super fast post as I am going away! |
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