Dawn of Gods
05-29-2014, 12:35 PM
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The behemoth had been warned to quarantine himself in order to prevent spreading the disease, but he did not care to follow any rules set by anyone other than Cataleya- especially while a rogue male was trespassing on their lands. Despite the ache in his limbs he would be quick to rise at the sound of the unknown call, and he would slither from his dens opening with urgency and follow his beckon at a steady lope. His lips would curl above his fangs, rage boiling within his core as voices buzzed inside his head like a beehive, whispering taunts and demands into his ears at an alarming pitch. The illness had been having a strong effect on his temper, causing him to be much more aggressive than usual due to being fed up with the multiple conversations going on around him that he knew were not real. He was an uncontrollable monster, hellbent on destruction and desiring to attack anything that seemed threatening, out of place, or just so happened to be in his diseased path. He would arrive to the gathering quicker than he had anticipated, though it was just in time to catch Menix darting from the treeline in his bloody peripheral vision. He would not think, his defenses raising instinctively as he brainlessly bolted after her, his crumbling mind imprisoned within a bloody haze that commanded him to follow her familiarity and slaughter the unknown. His head would drop downward to align with his spine, his ears would pin, his bloody eyes would narrow, his lips would remain curled to reveal his fangs, and his chin would tuck to protect his throat from lashing fangs. His hackles would raise along his nape and spine, his tail would raise to align with his spine, his toes were splayed and would flex to grip the soil as he ran, and his abdomen and bodily muscles were tightened to prepare himself for the blow he hoped would come. He would aim to stay close to Meinx's heels, only recognizing the babe by her chocolate hued fur and her memorable perfume. Other than that she was a brown figure darting toward a certain death, whom Neios could only make out as two white wolfy figures in the distance. When it was obvious whom her target would be among the two trespassers Neios would set his attention solely on the boy, determined to assist his pack mate in destroying this particular intruder. Menix would move toward the intruders right, and so Neios would attempt to pivot his direction toward his own right and go for the mans left side while his accomplice attacked the right side. With his head still lowered he would attempt to slam his skull directly into the intruders middle left side, hoping to use his spike encased harness to his advantage by attempting to slam the spikes forcibly into his opponents rib cage. He also aims to use his forward momentum and weight to push the boy toward his right and either knock him over or disturb his balance. With jaws splayed open he would tilt his head toward his right and attempt to bite the boys middle left thigh with a full mouth bite, hoping to clamp down on flesh and proceed to toss his head violently from side to side to rip muscle, flesh, and fur. In sync with his attempted bite he aims to try and disturb the boys balance again by jutting his left shoulder outwards and into the boys rib cage where he had just attempted to jab him with his spikes. Round: 1/2 NEIOS & MENIX vs CERBERUS for: PUNISHMENT FOR TRESPASSING Defenses: Second paragraph. Note he is sick so his defenses will not be as sharp as they usually are. Attacks: Coming behind menix to attack Cerberus from his left side while Menix goes for his right, aiming to slam into his middle left side with his skull, hoping to use his spiked harness to his advantage by pressing the spikes into his ribs. Hopes his forward momentum and weight will knock him over or disturb his balance. | Tilts his head toward his right in an attempt to open mouth bite Cerberus's middle left thigh, will proceed to shake his head violently should he attain any type of grasp. Aims to jut his left shoulder outwards and into Cerberus's ribs in sync with his bite, in the same area he aimed to pierce with his spikes seconds before. Injuries: None, first round yo. OoC Notes: Neios is wearing his harness in this thread |
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