The Other Side

*Isardis* · 09-24-2013, 07:29 PM

The boys returned thud towards his shoulder would manage only to prevent the success of Isardis? own shove, to collide the pair in a unisoned equality. At first the man was sure Taurig would do what any other wolf would do, defend himself, fight back, attempt to at least prove that he was as great as he seemed to so imagine. But alas he was as idiotic and stupid as he had suspected, willing to die at the hands of his father in a brittle attempt to command peace. Hell, if he wasn?t going to fight back Isardis would just take sheer advantage of it; rip him apart even more so than he had originally planned. Fool! How shameful it was to bare a son who knew no wisdom, that was incapable of physical defence and seemed entirely devoted to the idiotic words that seeped his lips. He wouldn?t last a day as a leader. And if he did, the pallid monster would tear his ranks apart.

Sendoa?s arrival would be marked by a plead to cease, a begging to stop any further harm. Her words would coil within his chest, beg at his heart to listen to the woman he so cared for; but it was too late now. It was only instinct to eliminate the weaker target, he would not impede. The thrilling sensation of a successful blow to the bows cheek would spur him onwards, attempting to remain at his side, though losing access to the lips. But alas he was presented with the bridge of the nose, and if that was no cause for celebration, what was? Siezing the opportunity he would attempt to tighten, to clench around the fragile bone until his canines hopefully drilled into thin skin, or more. Ambitiously he would loosen, attempting to rake left-wards down the snout, to potentially make contact with the soft cartilage of the nostrils and to shake his head violently.

But he wasn?t done; Taurig needed something to remember him by, something that would arouse interest in personalities, encourage forth a simple ?What happened?? And what could he say? As his mind swirled with the memories of his mistakes, ?I betrayed Isardis and he ripped me to shreds.? Good. By rotating his jaw Taurig had exposed the top of his head more so, and without any further hesitation the man would re-aim for the tender flesh of his left ear; jaws agape as they were sent rushing towards the base, incisors ambitious as he would hope to clench his jaws so hard no beast could pry them open; this was his prize. Again, eager he had made his target, the King would shake his head side to side, fluctuations of enraged growls vibrating his pipes as he would pull backwards, attempting so violently to shred the boy?s ear, or hell, even pull it from his scalp.

He was useless. If he didn?t fight back now he had willingly given his father a victory. He doubted it, convinced the child had no nerves to stand against a being he should have known to be greater, but alas his defences would remain; tail tucked, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, abdomen tense, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, limbs square, balance equal. This was the end of his face as he knew it, and yet it was only just the beginning. The assault but a minor suggestion of what was to come, of what evil would plague the child for the entirety of his pathetic little life. And little life was something Isardis would also assure. If he couldn?t have his son, nobody could.

Isardis vs. Taurig ? Round 2 of 2

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

Defences: Chin tucked, eyes narrowed, ears flat, even balance, hackles raised, abdomen tense, tail tucked, jaws open.

Attacks: Isardis takes advantage of the successful blow to Taurig's snout, tightening around the bone in an attempt to puncture skin or fracture bone. Then, he attempts to loosen lightly, to rake his jaws down towards the tender nostrils where he would tighten again, radically shaking his head side to side. Then, he re-aims for the left ear, to grasp at the base and whilst shaking his skull, rip upwards at the cartilage and skin; hoping to completely shred, or wholly remove.

Injuries: None.

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