SEVEN NATION ARMY
11-23-2013, 09:35 AM
I'M FRIENDS WITH THE MONSTER UNDER MY BED & YOU THINK IM CRAZY He was injured. Heavily--but still Satis would fall. Pleased at the outcome of the fight he found himself ready to be finished with all of it, but alas; such an act would not be granted to him. He would be forced to push more. Pursue things that he knew were beyond his physical capability. Isardis was placing another challenge. It was already clear that --on this day-- Valhalla had fallen, but Syrinx was not going to take this on his head, for it was not his fault. Syrinx was more than well aware that he had put up quite the fight for them, had prepared them with the best strategy, but fact of the matter was...Syrinx knew (and knew all too well) that Valhalla would never be strong in it's numbers, because they were not strong in their bodies. Isardis would have these wolves beat there; and it was then that Syrinx knew he needed his own empire. Shoulders rolled forward to assist the cover of his neck with fur, flesh, and fat. Neck was slightly coiled back, and limbs were slightly bent. Weight was not perfectly distributed as his right limb was more damaged due to his recent fight-so his weight lingered primarily on his left side. Back legs were sprawled apart farther to craft a tighter base and counter his unfortunate positioning. Head was lowered over his breast and eyes were narrowed in on Isardis's face. Ears were pressed back against his skull and his paws were lightly flexing against the ground for traction. His spine was in perfect alignment while his tail was out to act as a rudder and supplement his balance. Chin tucked and jaws agape a violent snarl ripped through his throat. I've come to burn your kingdom down. but who would be the victor of such a well paralleled fight? Only time would tell... Syrinx attempted to race forward and draw his left shoulder forward with hope that he could close the distance between the two of them. His aim was clear--he sought to slam his left shoulder into Isardis's center chest. Sharp teeth sought to find purchase in Isardis's flesh by (simultaneously with the attempted slam) aiming to dig into his left shoulder. Top set would aim to sink into just over the curve of the shoulder, and bottom set would attempt to sink into the flesh beneath the curve of the shoulder. His right limb was not using much weight, and he could not force it to, though still, he would simultaneously lift it in an attempt to reach out and push it down on Isardis's to attempt holding him in place. Hopefully, successful in his bite his teeth will immediately clench together, regardless of grabbing Isardis, aiming to tear through a fine chunk of flesh. round ONE |
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