Weakness Is Punished.
05-02-2014, 09:11 PM
Beauty is determined by God, which means; Imonde.
As soon as the growl left her pale lips the creature was moving forward, the muscles along his chest suddenly tugging at his shoulders, rolling the blades forward as his scruff thickens. ?Don?t command me, boy. Boy? She dared to address him as a child? Not the man, no the divine that he was? This pitiful creature in front of him? This female that made death threats and would not follow through? This female that was now outside the safety of her pack? This female that was somehow recovering from some ordeal, something that made her limp so? She was the embodiment of weakness, the pinnacle of everything that he distained. The divine of slaughter would have none of her disobedience today.
As Misha rose from her haunches, Imonde responds by cutting his eyes down into thin slits, his ears fading further back so that the tips where pressed against the start of his scruff. The creature?s lips drew upward, gyrating above saliva dampened fangs. His crown would lower, coming in line with his spin as his tail followed suit, providing balance for the man as his rage festered inside of his withering soul. Chin would dip to provide cover for his throat. Talons then slashed downwards into the soil, his right paw lifting from the ground, only to placed back, his slow gait toward her was menacing and predatory.
That was when the challenge slithered up from his vocal cords in the intonations where just a subterranean rumble, which echoed around the caverns as she steps towards the entrance that was now playing the part of an exit. ?Her insults shall be answered in kind,? his mind gradually processes as he closes the distance between the two of them. His slow purposeful gait soon picks up, his paw pads muffled by the soil.
By now the adrenaline is in full swing, urging the testosterone induced male forward. Hackles rise across the mass that belonged to Imonde, his rage was now at the back of his throat and moving along the tissue, sneaking it?s way across his jawline and seeping itself into the muscles, prepared to deliver punishment.
Weeks of festering dislike since she threatened to kill him was boiling over to this one moment. The moment where the male narrows his line of vision upon her haunches, allowing it to trail upwards to the point on her spine that hovered above her hip. His haunches then suddenly ripple as the potential energy was then rendered kinetic, the male pushing off of the soil and skyward from the ground. The motion sends the male, attempting to lurch somewhere along her right side, as his weight attempts to return safely to the ground, endeavoring to angle himself so that his left shoulder would be somewhere by or hopefully close by her right flank.
His jaws then snap open, the muscles vibrating from the inner spark of wrath, his head turns off toward his left shoulder, his nose attempting to angle to the spot between her shoulder blades, trying to position himself to better render punishment. The male?s head then tilts, the right side toward the sky, and the left side attempting to seek the refuge of her flesh, jaws would power shut, attempting to place his fangs upon her flesh along her spine around the flank area. Head would then surge backward in a ripping motion, back toward the safety of his body.
Lips twitched savagely upon his face curling his features downward into a harsh sneer. ?You may dis-obey your al-pha because she is we-ak like you, but you shall not dis-obey us, sub-mit or fi-ght, coward. The cho-ice is yours.? There would be no easy out, not today.
Imonde Vs Misha for dominance
round 0 of 2
"Speech"
'thoughts'
As soon as the growl left her pale lips the creature was moving forward, the muscles along his chest suddenly tugging at his shoulders, rolling the blades forward as his scruff thickens. ?Don?t command me, boy. Boy? She dared to address him as a child? Not the man, no the divine that he was? This pitiful creature in front of him? This female that made death threats and would not follow through? This female that was now outside the safety of her pack? This female that was somehow recovering from some ordeal, something that made her limp so? She was the embodiment of weakness, the pinnacle of everything that he distained. The divine of slaughter would have none of her disobedience today.
As Misha rose from her haunches, Imonde responds by cutting his eyes down into thin slits, his ears fading further back so that the tips where pressed against the start of his scruff. The creature?s lips drew upward, gyrating above saliva dampened fangs. His crown would lower, coming in line with his spin as his tail followed suit, providing balance for the man as his rage festered inside of his withering soul. Chin would dip to provide cover for his throat. Talons then slashed downwards into the soil, his right paw lifting from the ground, only to placed back, his slow gait toward her was menacing and predatory.
That was when the challenge slithered up from his vocal cords in the intonations where just a subterranean rumble, which echoed around the caverns as she steps towards the entrance that was now playing the part of an exit. ?Her insults shall be answered in kind,? his mind gradually processes as he closes the distance between the two of them. His slow purposeful gait soon picks up, his paw pads muffled by the soil.
By now the adrenaline is in full swing, urging the testosterone induced male forward. Hackles rise across the mass that belonged to Imonde, his rage was now at the back of his throat and moving along the tissue, sneaking it?s way across his jawline and seeping itself into the muscles, prepared to deliver punishment.
Weeks of festering dislike since she threatened to kill him was boiling over to this one moment. The moment where the male narrows his line of vision upon her haunches, allowing it to trail upwards to the point on her spine that hovered above her hip. His haunches then suddenly ripple as the potential energy was then rendered kinetic, the male pushing off of the soil and skyward from the ground. The motion sends the male, attempting to lurch somewhere along her right side, as his weight attempts to return safely to the ground, endeavoring to angle himself so that his left shoulder would be somewhere by or hopefully close by her right flank.
His jaws then snap open, the muscles vibrating from the inner spark of wrath, his head turns off toward his left shoulder, his nose attempting to angle to the spot between her shoulder blades, trying to position himself to better render punishment. The male?s head then tilts, the right side toward the sky, and the left side attempting to seek the refuge of her flesh, jaws would power shut, attempting to place his fangs upon her flesh along her spine around the flank area. Head would then surge backward in a ripping motion, back toward the safety of his body.
Lips twitched savagely upon his face curling his features downward into a harsh sneer. ?You may dis-obey your al-pha because she is we-ak like you, but you shall not dis-obey us, sub-mit or fi-ght, coward. The cho-ice is yours.? There would be no easy out, not today.
round 0 of 2
"Speech"
'thoughts'