personal hell.
12-01-2013, 12:09 AM
She would observe the white monstrosity, ears pinning back as she was ignored. Like common trash, like nothing. Her body would tense, ears falling deaf to her sister?s chiding tone. No, Vyvienne would deal with Syren later. This weakness dared to ignore her presence, her voice, and Vyvienne wouldn?t tolerate that disrespect. Her father?s voice demanded that she hold her tongue, but that suited the girl very well. Posture grew stiff, breathing ragged as she watched the woman. She didn?t need to speak for what she had in mind, the size difference bothering the girl not. Alena was a foot taller than Vyvienne (who was half grown at twenty one inches), but the girl feared not.
Defenses settled, remembering some from her fight with Sevan. Eyes narrowed, ears pinning back, hackles raising, head lowering to align with her spine, neck scrunched, limbs spreading apart, weight evenly distributing. Her tail lashed out behind her for balance, body tense and ready. When her father came into contact with the thing, she could bare it no longer. The girl would move, seeking to approach from Alena?s left, hoping to be perpendicular to the woman in her attempted approach. She said nothing, as had been commanded of her, instead preparing to rip away her father?s favor. This woman wouldn?t be so pretty with a scar upon her face, now would she?
Vyvienne reared up, front legs lifting, right paw and left paw hoping to come down upon Alena?s neck. She wanted to make the woman?s head fall down. Her second attack was simple; it involved driving forwards with her hind legs, hopefully pushing the woman, seeking to push Alena?s neck to Alena?s right, so as it might cause strain. Jaws would snap, seeking to bite into the white woman?s left cheek, Vyvienne?s head twisting to her own left regardless, the hope being that she might capture flesh and mangle it. Of course, the girl was ambitious and young, the size difference great, but she would not bow and let this woman disrespect her, ignore her.
VYVIENNE vs. ALENA for DOMINANCE/MANGLING OF FACE
Defenses settled, remembering some from her fight with Sevan. Eyes narrowed, ears pinning back, hackles raising, head lowering to align with her spine, neck scrunched, limbs spreading apart, weight evenly distributing. Her tail lashed out behind her for balance, body tense and ready. When her father came into contact with the thing, she could bare it no longer. The girl would move, seeking to approach from Alena?s left, hoping to be perpendicular to the woman in her attempted approach. She said nothing, as had been commanded of her, instead preparing to rip away her father?s favor. This woman wouldn?t be so pretty with a scar upon her face, now would she?
Vyvienne reared up, front legs lifting, right paw and left paw hoping to come down upon Alena?s neck. She wanted to make the woman?s head fall down. Her second attack was simple; it involved driving forwards with her hind legs, hopefully pushing the woman, seeking to push Alena?s neck to Alena?s right, so as it might cause strain. Jaws would snap, seeking to bite into the white woman?s left cheek, Vyvienne?s head twisting to her own left regardless, the hope being that she might capture flesh and mangle it. Of course, the girl was ambitious and young, the size difference great, but she would not bow and let this woman disrespect her, ignore her.
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