Alone in a world so cold

*Isardis* · 12-29-2013, 08:53 PM

The man would rise somewhat unexpectantly, Isardis? left shoulder sent to rapid contact with his lower left (?) chest. The albino snarled, irritated, feeling the man attempting to reach with his right forepaw over the left (?) side of Isardis? nape. The Kings jaws had come to land against the ebony?s left shoulder, falling low beneath the skin, Isardis was happy to inflict damage; but he wasn?t satisfied. With his opponents right foreleg reaching up for the left side of his nape, Isardis would release any standing hold against the male?s shoulder, bared jaws shifting leftwards; hoping to close ambitiously around the man?s upper right elbow, which should have been exposed and stretched out in his motions. He wanted to clasp into the soft flesh that loitered between the elbow and chest (potentially approaching from the inside of the limb), but angle his skull in a left-way manner that he could potentially also grasp over and behind the elbow itself. If he could, he would hold there, using his pointed canines to try and pierce through vital muscles and flesh.

However he hadn?t managed to go without pain, as Hati?s teeth came to clasp into the loose skin directly behind his skull, piercing a few centimetres into the bunched leather that protected his spinal column. The scruff was a sheltered consign, fatty and rolled with skin, and so Isardis would find himself somewhat relieved; however the pain was still enough to fuel him into rage. He was defending his turf, and he wasn?t going to be bested by this amateur. His swipe towards the boys limb had proven unsuccessful with the man standing, but he wasn?t deterred. He re-aligned his limbs, standing square, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, spine aligned, tail tucked, jaws ready, balance distributed equally, chin tucked, abdomen tense, muscles rigid, toes splayed as nails would grip for traction, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, elbows bent and chest lowered.

He felt the ebony attempt to bring his weight down against his left (?) side, The King?s square stance supporting him against the sudden rush of power. Instead he felt himself being pushed downwards, straightening his knees in an effort to remain stable. His skull rotated slightly to the right, hoping to have a sustained hold near the elbow, pointing his tapered crown towards the mans right lower throat and upper chest, he would push forwards with his hind end, attempting to force the fool?s unbalanced weight backwards, knowing he wouldn?t have much stability on his hinds, and wanting flip him or completely throw him. Within a moment, his neck would crane, lowering slightly after his push, arching over at his shoulders whilst presuming the ebony still had a hold against his scruff, and rebalancing his weight against three limbs, Isardis? right forepaw would reach upwards towards his own face, and over. With pointed toes he attempted to push forcefully at the trespassers eyes, not only wanting to push him off, but hopeful that his bared claws could pierce into the mans tender left eye socket.

Isardis vs. Hati ? Round 2 of 2

For Dominance.

Attacks: Attempting to bite where the right forelimb meets the chest, and into the soft muscles there. Rotating his crown to press against the mans rightwards chest/neck, and pushing forwards with his hinds in an effort to force his balance backwards/flip him. Right forepaw then lifting to reach up towards the mans left face, trying to shove him off and pierce the eye and/or sockets.

Injuries: Moderate bite wound to the scruff skin behind the skull.

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