The Other Side
09-24-2013, 06:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-25-2013, 04:06 PM by Taurig.)
He should've fought back, should've torn into his father and ripped the petty ghost limb from limb. After all, it was what he so rightly deserved after carelessly putting the lives of his fellow packmates in harms way. But Isardis didn't care. He would keep endangering the lives of Glaciems as long as there were things out there that he wanted. They would only be safe once his hunger was sated or he was dead. And he should've been. If not at the jaws of the red-faced queen, then at the jaws of his own son. But what kind of man would that make Taurig? He would be no better than his pathetic selfish father and he didn't want that. He wanted to the better than the petty man who was now tearing him to shreds. He was struggling not to fight back, to defend himself. Every instinct in his body was screaming at him to do so, but he wouldn't. He wouldn't stoop to the Ice King's level. He would be the bigger man and simply take it. He probably deserved some of it for having gone back on his word, but it was time someone stood up to Isardis. His icy gaze would see the approaching familiar figure of Sendoa as she came to stand beside Argent, another witness to Taurig's maiming. His aunt would try and plead with the white man, imploring that he stop the maiming, the as expected, the ghost didn't care. He only cared about retribution. The canines of the ghost would pierce the bridge of his muzzle, burying themselves in his flesh before dragging down towards his nose, splitting the velvety skin, causing more crimson liquid to flow freely. Taurig would twist his muzzle away, ripping Isardis' jaws from his face, worsening the already bloody tears, blood beginning to pool at his ebony paws. His father wanted to make him bleed and he was succeeding. But he wasn't done there. The enraged man would abandon his muzzle to aim for his left ears, daggers burying themselves in his ear. A snarl of pain would erupt from his jowls. He could feel the blood begin to seep from the wound, trickling down the side of temples. But that's where the cobalt King would bring an end to it. He wouldn't fight back, but that didn't mean he would stand around and let himself be killed. Muscles would tense as the titan would push away to his right, ripping a chuck from the base of his left ear before ducking down, using his left shoulder as battering ram. Knees would bend, talons digging into the soil as the titan would attempt to slam at his father from the bottom of the chest, looking to knock him over or at least get him to stop. Ears would flatten against his skull, shoulders rolled forward to bunch around the sensitive area of his nape, eyes narrowed to slits, toes evenly spaced out, tail flagged for balance as he moved in towards the white ghost. That was enough. Round 2 of 2 for Maim Attack: Attempted slam into Isardis' lower chest Defense:Knees would bend, talons digging into the soil as the titan would attempt to slam at his father from the bottom of the chest, looking to knock him over or at least get him to stop.Ears would flatten against his skull, shoulders rolled forward to bunch around the sensitive area of his nape, eyes narrowed to slits, toes evenly spaced out, tail flagged for balance as he moved in towards the white ghost. Injuries: Bruised left shoulder, puncture wounds to muzzle on cheek and bridge, torn nose and torn left ear at the base Talk like this |