Putrid Pride

Well now, Rhazien was a little surprised this girl wasn’t going down without a fight. Just as his jaws hit their mark, serrated fangs sawing into her flesh, attaining a tight grip and jerking her along with him. She would retaliate by grabbing him by the shoulder, making use of their closeness when he stepped into her crosshairs. A snarl erupted from his jaws, and they reflexively tightened in response to the pain. It was sharp in nature, yet it felt like he was being singed by the warmth of his blood.

And even as he surged forward, wanting to uproot the smaller girl and throw her to the ground. She would attempt to wrap her limbs around his neck, perhaps wanting to attain some kind of leverage. But Rhazien was six inches taller than her- which meant, she would have to balance herself on her hind limbs to achieve the feat. And for Rhazien, he would gain an advantage. Allowing her to advance, he wouldn’t pull away. And once she had her limbs around him, he would throw his weight forward and try to shove her off of her hind legs. In sync, using one of his front paws to try and hook it around one of her ankles to trip her. All the while, keeping a hold on her neck, wanting to keep control of her upper half.  

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