A Fighting Promise

a man so pretentious as jaeger, so malevolent and so unquenchingly thirsty, should not be put in such a situation as this. yet here he was, locked in a scene of dramatization?his vibrantly mismatched eyes pooling into the pale soul of the man before him. emotions would flow between them, tensions remaining thick. toned sinew would twist and curl beneath that coat of monotonous luxury, begging to spring into life. they recognized the opportunity of an unexpected attack, memorized by repeated occasions. oh how he wanted to take advantage. but raised vocals cracked the air before him, clawed at his sweet alabaster auds. his own scream of erupted anger would mirror hansel's, a string of saliva clinging to his lower jaw. words would fall deafly, the beast no longer cared for politeness.

his opponent would lunge causing the man to, in one fluid moment, drop both ears against a slender skull, unhinging his jaws further in a battle cry of distorted snarls, hoist his feathered tail up and to the left of his spine, as well as cause every limb known to the man to bend instinctually. a mistake made too late to change. a cry of frustration would fall from the devil's lips as a sharp pain encased his left shoulder, a look of fury racing across his generally sultry facade as he hit the cooling ground (i assume it's still fall in the thread?). he would feel the man move over him, and would immediately roll to his back and tuck a finely chiselled chin so as to protect his pretty little throat-blocking hansel from his scruff but unfortunately not without feeling the burn of claws digging into his lower left shoulder. his ears, which had fallen forward during impact, clung desperately to the safety of his crown once more as flailing tail found a home nestled between his limbs to protect his manly goods and soft stomach. slate gray stilts would then unfold as his forepaws attempt to be planted on hansel's chest so as to pull himself from beneath his opponent while the rear feet search to hoist him off and his thinned body writhed and squirmed trying to deter those pesky claws from catching skin like earlier. concoctions of frustrated growls and snarls would continually hiss from jaeger's gaping, tucked maw?he needed to escape from beneath this man to stand any chance.



round one of four



defenses before the impact ears flat, knees bent for quick movement (though this turns out to be his demise) after the impact chin tucked to protect his throat, ears flat, tail tucked



attacks no attacks, just him attempting to pull himself out from under hansel with his forelegs while trying to push him off with his hindlegs



injuries bruised left shoulder from impact, scratches on lower left shoulder



ooc loool jae is a terrible head-on fighter xD and four rounds is perfect <3 don't worry, i'm a noob at fighting too xD --edited to add injuries