The Art of Murder [Cifer]
03-10-2013, 02:54 AM
Pain was a delicious sensation. It filled the brain with wonderous endorphins, fueling blood lust and a taste for death. She had fought so many creatures, so many warriors, from skilled perfectionists to amateurs, and all had met the razors she claimed her teeth, a prolonged death and torment undefined. She enjoyed killing, almost as she enjoyed being injured. His teeth found purchase in her shoulder and her own brand of lust was fueled. The lust for blood, battle, pain and death. These were the only thing a monster yearned for and she was a demon of epic proportion, took pride in such knowledge. However his teeth pulled from her just as quickly as they came, the adrenaline quickly shielding the pain. Her teeth dragged along his flesh, ripping hair and skin from his home, but not deep enough to make an impact. Twas no fun. He crouched low and she realized instantly what he intended to do. If she would have been a lesser creature she would have hissed. She was not hear to bash body masses, she was here to crush bone, to rip flesh... not to play games. She braced herself, claws digging into the grass and he crushed into her, her claws skidded in the grass, the sickening sound of there bodies crunching together reached her audits. She used the momentum of the backwards motion to crouch low, moving her weight to her hind legs and launching herself from the ground. her jaws splayed wide, aiming for anything to latch onto. Shoulder, chest, neck, whatever pound of flesh they attached too first. Attacks: Using the backwards momentum, she shifted her weight to her hind quarters and launched forward, jaws splayed wide and aiming for any piece of his flesh. Defense: She managed to brace herself well enough not to fall, but he suceeded in driving her backwards, because shes lunging straight at him, her neck is decently shielded but shoulders are wide open for a second attack. Injury: Puncture wounds to the shoulder, possibly bruising to the shoulder. Speech, |