The Art of Murder [Cifer]
03-12-2013, 12:23 PM
Honor, loyalty, friendship, kindness, love... these words were foreign to her. They held no meaning, they were naught but empty phrases upon the air, they were pretty, colored words that were supposed to define a creature, but more often than not ended up failing its even most basic of tasks. What good was honor if your life drained away to nill? What good was loyalty if your blood was splashed upon the earth? What good was your proposed love or kindness if your corpse was not but rotting amongst the trees? The ivory wolf from the land of snow lunged for her and his teeth found purchase within the confines of her mouth... how delightful, the taste of blood upon her tongue! The coppery tang of it sand with delight and she almost shivered. He would not escape her this time. She brought her jaws together, crushing his snout between her jaws with all the strength afforded her. His blood intermingled with her own upon her tongue, the taste was divine. This was an odd predicament, he held the more delicate half of her jaw, but she held the more controllable part of his own, he swung his body toward her, attempting to pull and knock himself free. If she could have, she would have grinned. No... she would not release him so easily, as he moved towards her, she swung her own bodice away, shaking her head violently from side to side. Her teeth hopefully creating thick gashes along the roof of his mouth and his maw, as his own teeth did to her own, when she had manuevered enough so she faced him, she jumped backwards, loosening her jaw just enough to release him, his teeth gorged gashes into the skin beneath her jaw as she did so. They were facing each other once more and blood dripped from her mouth, the thick teeth oozing with red. She lunged forward, body propelling to the left and then the right, before lunging diagonally at him, aiming for the thick fur of his shoulder, if it missed, she could potentially mark his ribs for her own, or if he pulled backward they could wind up in the same headlock they had just escaped from... so many decisions. Attacks: After forcefully pulling away from their bizarre headlock, Banshee darts to the left and then the right, lunging diagonally at him, shes aiming from his shoulder, but depending on how he reacts she has the potential to hit a variety of places. Defense: Since shes coming at him from a diagonal lunge, it would be hard to hit something vital upon her. Injuries: Gashed on the underside of her jaw, puncture wounds in the shoulder, scratches and scrapes upon her lips and tongue. Speech, |