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07-02-2014, 11:28 AM
She seemed quite set on intimidation, though her gorgeous red form would scream that she wished to dominate him. Of course, he was not so easily swayed. She seemed young still, and he held a few inches on her but he knew that couldn't mean anything. His mother would tell him stories of tiny wolves being much more fierce than their larger counterparts. He couldn't take this encounter for granted. Her words would bounce back to him, oddly emotionless as she continued. She would slip into a battle stance and command him to attack her. Would he really be okay with attacking a pup? If she wished it, he would have no qualms. He was a tad rusty, and felt the fiery rage of battle start to cook within his veins. He would spar with her. "As you wish, red queen." He would also let himself get into the mindset of dominance, his liquid movements readying him for the quick spar. Fire and ice gaze would narrow as he pulled his ears to his skull. He would pull his lips back as his tail aligned with his spine, a deep breath would be taken as he let every other thought fall from his mind. Knees would bend and his shoulders would roll as he prepared himself to spring, his body trying to shoot off to his right. His abdomen would tighten as he tucked his chin to protect his vulnerable throat. Toes would splay as he fought for a grip on the sand, his hackles raising as he tried to push himself towards her. He would keep his eyes glued to her form, he wanted to be on her left side coming from slightly behind. He would keep himself low attempting to approach her left, the pointed part of his right shoulder would aim to ram into her ribs. The lower part of her abdomen right behind her front left elbow. He wanted to knock the wind from her lungs and possibly render the leg useless the rest of the battle. His weight would shift to his front to try and attain the most amount of damage. His jaws would unhinge and gaze would find the perch for his incisors. He wished to grab the left side of her face. He wanted to feel his jaws sink into the soft flesh that is underneath her ear and right before her jaws. He wanted to distract her with the pain and maybe take control of her through grabbing her head. With the majority of his weight grounded in his right leg he would try to lift his left paw in an attempt to grab at her left legs' ankle. He wanted to pull it from beneath her as he would try and smash into her shoulder. His other paw's claws would cling to the sand of the beach. |
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