The Other Side

*Isardis* · 09-23-2013, 06:51 PM

Words would roll off the child?s tongue like poison, staining every last potential of healing his wounded judgment of the foolish boy. His words would fall like knives, slicing his father?s skin to slowly reveal the demon that coiled beneath pale leather; blacker than the hide of a rotting raven. Flesh peeling and falling to coral toes as each attempt at pity would descend upon quaking drums. The anger rising within his throat in fluctuating growls and shudders as the blue would carry on with his mindless bullshitting.

?Who do you think you are to offer petty lectures to a man almost thrice your tender age, little pup? You know nothing of the realities of the world, your mind as clouded by a globe of rainbows and pure fantasies as the majority of this sickening universe,? he spat, tail flicking with rising fury behind tapered quarters, ?And to think I believed you to have half a brain, I pity you! You have no superior to survey your goods; there is no deity that worships your dreary ways, cobalt fool! Get your skull out of the clouds. You do not know me, you never have, and don?t you dare to ever try and convince me you have had the pleasures. I am not your pathetic little stereotype, boy,? To hell if the man had ever spoken of such seriousness before. But alas it would be short lived as he recoiled, a bubbling of rising psychosis crawling from his tarnished pipes.

He needed no more, ?Alas, you have made your choice, and you are no son of mine.? A nauseating smirk would twist his features, crawling from a place sickening and rotted within, writhing with the maggots of his dour intentions. Chin would tuck, rubies narrowed, ears flattening against the tapers of pale skull, muscles rigid as toes dig to back even balance, hackles raised, abdomen tense, tail tucking as jaws would hauntingly crank, it would be clear now what the ghoul had planned. Elbows would loosen beneath him as chest dropped low to the earth, a rumble of anger echoing the chasms of his pulsating gullet. Argent?s approach had been too late, her words falling upon deaf ears as the monster dare not cast her a glance, dare not take his sights from the boy; he would make sure the idiot was never the same again.

He would crawl, his suspicions upon his son that he would remain grounded, low as he attempted to approach from the left-hind of the boy, to angle his own haunches away enough to barely destroy the potential of symmetrical positioning. With no further warning his gaze would pin to his targets, prepared to follow the man should he decide to move, and then Isardis would launch, approaching at a hasty lope, snarling, throat ripping with fluctuating emotions as he thundered for the proximities of the boy; to launch, and to slam his right shoulder into the lambs left blade, to knock his balance. Hopeful jaws would almost simultaneously be sent snapping for the left of the beasts face, neck craned as the monster would strive to hook his canines amidst the flesh of the blue?s cheek-ward lips, several thrashing attempts to contact and shred the skin before he would change targets; hopeful, ambitious to lock onto the lower jaw, to disarm him, hoping the boy?s inexperience would be enough to present him with his goals.

It pained the monster deeply to have fallen to the ways of a child he would have defended, a child who he?d have risked his own health for. To harm his own blood was to harm his own pride, and yet he had no other choice. He had been betrayed. Taurig was an enemy, and he would never be forgiven.

Isardis vs. Taurig ? Round 1 of ??

For permanent maim caused by any or all of the attempted attacks.

Defences: Chin tucked, eyes narrowed, ears flat, muscles rigid/tense, toes digging, even balance, hackles raised, abdomen tense, tail tucked, jaws open, chest low to ground to stay earthed and to prevent frontal access to chest, throat or abdomen (Taurbby is larger and shouldn?t be able to get beneath using this theory).

Attacks: Isardis attempts to approach from the left-hind, to position his body almost symmetrical to Taurig, his haunches slightly faced away. He then lopes and launches slightly to force his right shoulder into Taurig?s left to throw him potentially off balance, while neck will crane as jaws target to hook into the thin skin of the lips (at the cheek area), making 3 to 4 attempted goes at contacting and tearing before he will try to clamp onto the lower jaw, exactly where at depending on Taurigs actions.

Injuries: None, first round.

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