Nothing Says Bonding like Blood

*Impra* · 12-30-2013, 02:48 PM

As the woman would make contact with the man, Aros would snarl and she would watch as he went tumbling to the ground. She proved too much for his smaller stature, a smile of pure victory as she stood over him. She would not let herself be distracted though, for a wounded enemy was a dangerous enemy. As she pulled her ears back and her eyes were narrowed she would let a growl slip from between her agape jaws. She would lower her head so her chin was protecting her neck, and hackles would keep themselves raised as she watched him make his next move. The man would aim his jaws dauntingly at her legs, and would reach menacingly towards them. With her weight evenly distributed between each limb she would attempt to use her own jaws to parry away his bite towards her leg. She wanted to grab hold of his pesky jowls and show him her dominance. She wanted to bite down and end his feeling of superiority, for she held the greater genes and she carried the Armada name with pride. She could defeat this man, even if he was dutiful enough to escort her home. Her tail would flag above her as she aligned it with her spine. Knees would bend and toes would splay in the sand as she dug her claws in for even more traction.
Impra v. Aros for Practice

Round TWO of THREE

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