COUNTING STARS

*Isardis* · 06-23-2014, 10:36 PM

The oxygen that penetrated his thriving lungs were all dedicated to the prosperity of his offspring, all devoted to his empire and the makings of his children. And yet every now and then, the mental genetics of his babes would morph, and before him, they would create a monster he was neither proud of nor willing to protect. As Kyung?s tongue continued to roll, he would devour all his father?s will to ensure his health, existence. A left ear would cock as Drashiel?s voice joined the instance, though appreciative of his reality, he was simultaneously displeased by his foul language? was discipline really all falling apart? And yet it would not be the words that followed that would cause Isardis to attack Kyung, but the rudeness of his laughter in response to that of his part-brothers.

As if his fuse had been cut short by the wicked cackle, Isardis? defences would be set as they had for so many of his enemies in the past; stance squared, weight evenly disseminated, knees bowed, chest lowered, toes splayed, claws biting into the icy soil, tail swaying 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 remained tense in groundwork, however supple to allow his freedom of movement. And as if Vereux?s dominating words of tongue-ripping had filled him with so many foul idea?s, he would speak in return, ?With pleasure, my Son.?

With the ambition to remain face-to-face with the foolish boy, Isardis would attempt to propel himself forwards; projected by the lurching of power gathered within his pelvis and thighs. He would strive to close the distance between them with powerful, extended strides. Within his motions his left shoulder blade would jut forwards, exposing the pointed bones of a weapon; seeking to aim towards Kyung?s left side ever-so slightly. And with his skull tapered away from the ebony babe, the Albino ghoul would attempt to propel his protruding left shoulder into the upper centre portions of the child?s chest, hopeful to contact the regions of his trachea; ambitious to cause severe damage to his windpipe.

Eagerly, his skull would attempt to climb towards his own upper-left, jaws unhinged as nape would strive to snake forwards and vertebrae would hope to extend; hopefully stretched to his full length, Isardis would attempt a gradual pushing motion from the solidified balance of his hind limbs. His goals were ferocious, heartless; wanting to try and take a grasp over the top of Kyungs spinal column, directly behind his shoulder blades; aiming to sink upper canines into the right side of his spinal muscles and lower canines into the opposite side. Should he find his ambitions successful, Isardis would attempt to hold, to liquidify his body in an effort to remain close to the boy, to endeavour to tighten his jaws at a bone-crushing velocity. It were all or nothing in a world where even family couldn?t pledge loyalty, and Isardis was sure the boy would give his all. But would it be enough?

As if it weren?t enough, an ambitious left forepaw would be sent in an attempted reach for the boy?s left front ankle; with the hope of bending the lower joints of Isardis? own left forepaw around the inner mid-structures of the youth?s fore-appendage. The albino wanted to maintain his balance on his three standing limbs; weight equalized upon his haunches to possibly allow for the extra movement within his shoulders; and with one clean attempt, Isardis would strive to drag the boys potentially grasped limb back towards him, hoping to throw the immature?s balance, to send his meagre shoulders tipping towards the father he had so grown to despise. Tail swayed to keep his core centred. He wanted the fool to lose his footing, to be at the mercy of gravity and feel the weight of the earth beneath him. He wanted control. Though yet to be aware of any success, Isardis would swiftly strive to plant his left forepaw back beneath his broad chest; squared, re-balanced.

Isardis vs. Kyung ? Round 1 of ???

For Maim ? Severe permanent speech defect.

Attacks: Coming to Kyung?s left-ish side, from front: attempting to slam left shoulder blade into the centre of Kyung?s chest/upper wind pipe region. Attempted bite to the spinal chord?s surrounding muscle, and attempting to use his left forelimb to grasp Kyung?s left forelimb from the inside and pull it towards him/unbalance Kyung and cause him to tip forwards.

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