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Isardis

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02-12-2014, 04:35 AM
Edited by Mouser to include staff-requested update to a specified maim.





A sliding sensation of shifting weight, enthralled by gravity and troubled by practical decisions; Seraphine?s chest would seem to lower, and in a brief moment of shifting her right forelimb, she would ever-so-slightly send her frame scattering to her right. But the ghoul wasn?t going to alter his assault, instead just as satisfied with the potential of colliding with her left shoulder joint, ensuring to still strive to toss his efforts into the move regardless of how imprecise it now seemed. His jutted left shoulder blade would appear to make contact with the upper portions of her left chest prior to her move, the shocking sensation of a collision sending a violent pulse through his rigid muscles. Mild bruising would seem to develop so faintly beneath the skin of his left shoulder, however not enough to throw his attentions and ambitions.

Within her alterations she had seemed to interrupt the success of his attempted bite, jaws coming to close behind her left shoulder, more-so upon her left side. Leading the realisation Isardis would attempt to counter the lack of success by rotating his skull to the right (right eye facing slightly downwards), having released the pressure upon his assault in order to do so, and then attempt to tighten his gaping jaws once more. At such an angle, he wanted to slide his canines between the narrow structures of her upper left rib cage, hoping to fall beneath the floor boards of her rotted structures and strive to tighten (upper and lower jaw) in an attempt to drag the ribs abnormally close to one-another; all with the craving desire to hear them splinter and crack beneath his touch.

Right forepaw would find success in grasping her left frontal appendage, feeling the limb coming closer to his own body and solidifying his goals as his own right foot soon found its way back to contact with the rocky turf (in that moment, presuming her left foreleg was no longer in his control; had it of been, he would attempt to discontinue any influence over the limb that remained instantly). Her shoulders would scrunch upwards, and Isardis would release his jaws from any potential grip he still held against the flesh on her left side. Unfortunately her loss of balance would not be as rewarding as he had hoped, alas she would use the momentum to aim an attack towards his right elbow.

Stance remained squared, weight evenly distributed, knees bent, chest lowered, toes splayed, claws biting into the rocky soil, tail swayed level with his aligned spine, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, abdomen tight, head lowered to ally with his shoulders, neck scrunched, chin tucked, jaws agape, eyes narrowed and ears pinned, muscles rigid but manoeuvrable. He would seize the opportunity and rotate his skull dramatically to the right, neck attempting to snake downwards and follow the woman?s assault as his weight would ever so slightly lean backwards; still even, however hocks would bend to shift his quarters behind the points of his heels. He hoped that it would allow him to follow her forward momentum without permitting her face to become inaccessible beneath his chest and throat.

Bullseye was set against her face, and in the same moment she made contact with his upper right forelimb, Isardis would attempt to send his right-angled, gaping jaws plunging downwards; eager to take a potential grasp over the top of her skull, wanting to sink his lower canines into her right eye socket and his upper canines into her left socket. Regardless of where he landed he would strive to clench the sinew of his facial structures, attempting to tighten relentlessly against her tender skull regions (ambitious for her eyes) and hopeful to maintain a secure hold. Meanwhile, his slight backwards lean had prevented the woman hooking her ivories behind his elbow, instead sinking painfully into the fatty regions where the front of his right appendage connected with his chest, and slightly against the inside of the very upper muscles of his right, frontal armpit. The wound was considerable below the inside of his right shoulder, his ruby gaze wincing as her fangs seemed to sink two-or-so centimetres beneath his coral leather, making minor contact with rigid muscle.

Though the grotesque anomaly thought it wise also to send her weight hurrying forwards, seemingly without releasing her attack towards his right leg beforehand. With his position slightly leant backwards, she would not seem to make any contact, nor have an impact within her initial thrust; at the most, a mild suggestion of pressure was felt where her jaws had met his upper right forelimb. In order to avoid any further risk, Isardis would begin to prepare himself for his next attack; straightening his limbs back to their initial position, so as he was no longer in a slight backwards lean, but rather perfectly squared (besides, of course, his guarded stance of bowed elbows and lowered chest). However soon it seemed her right shoulder would begin to show the signs of a gradual ushering towards his left frontal shoulder blade, and Isardis would seise the opportunity.

His nape would strive to crane, straightening his elbows momentarily to stretch his forequarters to their full height; muscles would bunch along his spine, rigid, slightly arching his back, and pumping his broad chest outwards with a swift inhalation of hair. His hind toes would dig for traction, heels sinking deep to support the oncoming force of a probable collision; all the while he counted on a potential, sustained hold over her skull or similar region, had he managed earlier to attain one. Hopeful, he would push downwards with his nape, attempting to keep her skull within it?s biting position upon his upper right forelimb/lower right chest. His jaws would attempt to loosen slightly upon whatever hold they had possibly maintained, perhaps dragging upwards depending on earlier success, avoiding injuring himself whilst trying to disallow the woman too much room to move. He would hope to cock his right shoulder slightly forwards to try and make up for her uneven attempt at pressure towards his left shoulder, and with the coiled power of his muscular rear he would endeavor to propel himself towards her; trying to meet her chest with his own and sandwich her lowered neck and skull between the both of them with critical force.

He was merciless, ambitious to snap her neck at the insistent, vile and unnatural angle he endeavoured to force upon her. The exact extent of his injury would depend on the success; however moderate bruising was sure to come to his leftward inner shoulder regardless. It seemed in that moment, or even a few before, he had barely realised that her left forepaw had managed to come down against his right front toes. Luckily, with the shifting of their proximities, she had managed to contact only the two foremost toes; and though the joints were all wholly intact, the pain he felt strain between the wounded two ligaments was enough to cause a meek yelp of shock to rocket within his muffled pipes. They would certainly be tender, and probably partially paralysed until healing.

Isardis vs. Seraphine ? Round 2 of 4!

For Glaciem and Permanent Maim ? Caused by any of the attacks made. Blinding.

Attacks: Attempt to counter the poor success of his spine bite by instead aiming to grasp in between the structures of her ribcage and squeeze together. Withdrawing, he responds to her attack at his forelimb with an attempted bite into the sockets of her eyes and a firm hold over her skull, then taking her low position (she did not say she let go, so presumed she held onto her bite against his limb)
and hoping to partially counter her right shoulder thrust by meeting her chest front-on; jutting his right shoulder slightly to try and balance them and bring them together squarely. He tries to hold her head down against his lower chest with his previous bite to her skull; regardless of the earlier success, pushing his nape downwards anyway on the presumption she had not let go, wanting to slam her face and throat in between the collision of their chests and cause severe damage to her neck/spine/skull.

Defences: Stance squared, weight evenly disseminated, knees bowed, chest lowered, toes splayed, claws biting into the rocky soil, tail swayed level with an aligned spine, hackles raised, shoulders rolled, abdomen tight, head lowered to ally with his shoulders, neck scrunched, chin tucked, jaws agape, eyes narrowed and ears pinned against tapered skull. Muscles tense, however supple to allow his freedom of movement. Counter-attacks, digging heels, backwards leaning montion.

Injuries: Bite wound 2cm below the skin (minor contact with muscle, otherwise fat) to the right very upper front leg (slightly on the inside of his shoulder, against his lower right chest). Bruising to inside left shoulder, further damage in that area pending due to counter. Right two front toes bruised with mildly strained ligaments.

Ooc: Hey yo Azzy, could you make your final decision on the judge now by any chance? It was between Muse and Aly, I believe.