Whispering Memories

N/A · 05-11-2014, 04:29 PM

Kar would drop back, lowering body to the ground as he reset his defenses. Head lowered to align with his spine, neck scrunched, shoulders rolled forward, ears pinned, eyes narrowed, hackles raised, tail tuckedl... Chin would tip forward last, a snarl leaving him. His wound was causing a bit of discomfort, blood running down the right side. The right orb remained closed... As long as he managed to get through this fight he could worry about himself later.

He would lunge again, aiming to slide along the cat?s left side and sink his fangs into his back leg. His good eye was flashing with hate, a snarl leaving him as he moved. There was no giving up. There was no backing down. This had to be, and would be, done.

Speech, Thought

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