don't run from me
03-30-2014, 11:10 AM
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nevermind that noise you heard The thrill of battle was immensely exhilarating. Blood pumped its way to my heart so fast that I thought it was going to explode. It had been so long since last I felt this way. Oh how I missed it. How I missed the adrenalin coursing through my veins. How I missed the intense heat of battle; the ripping of flesh; the smell of freshly spilled blood. Oh how I missed it all. As my left shoulder rocked into the brute's chest a tingling went through my colliding muscles. I was so pumped that the sensation completely slipped my mind; a massive, smug grin plastered on my face. My jaws were too focused on their target, however, my opponent withdrew his ears and flinched away just in time. I was only able to just barely nic the male's ear. It was unfortunate, but at least I was able to draw first blood; no matter how little. My opponent reacted quite quickly to my assault; his body inched over just slight enough that my giant frame began to slip past him. Along with a nasty attempt to the right side of my face. Ha! Did he think such an attempt would stir me from my place? As his fangs drew closer I dug my front paws into the earth for support from his pushing chest; leaving the joints slightly bent to avoid easy breakage. I jerked my head slightly to the left to try and prevent too much damage, but the sharp objects did pierce into the right side of my face. The pain rippled throughout the right side of my lower lip and check; cackles of laughter erupting pass spurts of red liquid. I quickly yanked my face away from the black beast and bore my own fangs; flesh ripping as I did so and causing the gash to run. The wound accompanied my previous battle scars nicely; about three inches of pink exposed flesh from the corner of my bottom jaw line that ran up my face next to the others I already had; curving underneath my chin slightly. A smaller cut was also caused by the action; a two inch rip that sat snugly within the side of my face. I could taste the blood trickling into my mouth. It sent ripples of pleasure through my spine and made me feel quite giddy. Soon my ivories aimed toward the male once more. This time I lowered my head with ears pinned so tightly that they almost disappeared into my fluffy head fur; if it wasn't for their black lacing. As I was lowering myself for an attempt at his jugular I faintly noticed a shadow snaking underneath me. I was so caught up in the pleasures of flesh hand blood that I hadn't foresaw his limb curving toward me. At the last moment I redirected my fangs at his snaking leg. Trying to stop it from curving all the way under. My eyes narrowed as I began my attempt. As I was doing so I balanced my weight, widened my back legs, and dug my back claws into the ground as well. Nothing wrong with a little extra support for I would not be pushed to the side so easily. If able to grab hold of that damned leg I would shake it furiously, trying to shred the flesh. Round 2: Attacks: lowered head and attempted to bite down into the leg that was snaking underneath him. Defenses: jerked head to the left slightly to prevent too much of his face from being grabbed, dug front claws into ground to keep his body from forward momentum and keep from being pushed, front joints bent slightly to prevent easy breakage, back claws dug into ground, balanced weight, widened stance, ears pinned, eyes narrow Injuries: slight sensitivity in left shoulder. cut at corner of jaw about three inches tall little over quarter inch deep and wide. smaller cut in side of cheek about two inches tall half an inch deep and wide. |
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