Alone in a world so cold
12-29-2013, 03:04 AM
For a while Isardis was to be satisfied to see the adventurer simply move on, but his rude tone and false sense of dominance would begin to itch at the pale monsters skin, squirm beneath his flesh and tap at his core. To be disrespected, to not be looked up to? well, it just didn?t sit well with the King, and he certainly wasn?t ?used? to it. He chuckled weakly, taking a daring step closer, threatening to destroy the space that kept the duo separated, ?You choose the wrong answers boy, and yet you do it with wisdom,? he would begin to chuckle, so impressed, however the bubbling of pleasure soon transformed into a low growl, pale ears pulling back against tapered skull, ?I will show you why we are respected, yes?? Without any further suggestion of warning Isardis would lurch forwards, attempting to approach the man from front on, if not slightly to the ebony?s left; he would strive to close the distance between them in a single bound, left shoulder blade jutted with calculation as he would attempt to pummel it into the left, upper side, above Hati?s chest and more towards the tender regions of his throat. He wanted to strike with power at the creature?s lower oesophagus, to make him splutter and breathless, or at least wind him and cause adequate bruising and discomfort. Within a similar moment Isardis? skull would snake left, eagerly attempting to grasp the left hand side of the imposters neck/scruff region within hopeful jaws; wanting to take a firm hold and maintain it as best he could, to potentially sink deep into skin and flesh. In the same instance the albino would reach out with his right forelimb, seeking to wrap it around the outside ankle of Hati?s left foreleg; and to attempt to pull it heartlessly, mercilessly back towards him. He wanted to trip him, shift his weight. Virtually simultaneously the man would pull his neck and skull to his own right, hopeful to hold any successful grip, and send the potentially unbalanced man rag-dolling to his left side (Hati?s left), to hang all his weight from The King?s hold against his scruff, so wishful to hear skin tearing beneath his jaws. His left forelimb would slide back beneath him, still stable, however wanting to keep it out of reach of the offenders jaws. His usual defences stood strong; eyes narrowed, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws ready, balance distributed equally as limbs remained square, chin tucked as much as was possible, abdomen tense, muscles rigid, toes splayed as nails would grip for traction, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, elbows bent and chest lowered. Isardis vs. Hati ? Round 1 of 2? For Dominance. |