I could show you what you wanna see.
07-02-2014, 11:13 PM
ooc// I believe at the start of this thread, Impra wasn't in Glaciem I think. Although I'm not sure, so i left that vague.
Laughter. It was all that would bubble from his throat as the pale bitch continue to flare in anger. It was oh so amusing, and only causing him to smirk more as he enjoyed the fact. My, someone was getting much to defensive. Perhaps it was because she knew he was right. Rolling laughter would escape his jaws in silky tones, teeth flashing threateningly as she seemed to be pushing her luck. And it had just about run out. "Hahahaha, keywords there, wench. You Used to be. No more, which means you are nothing except for one more bastard spawn to walk the lands." He watched as her hackles rose, his toes and claws flexing as they scraped into the dirt. His tail fur flaring as he silently prepared. She would continue to speak about his lineage, and how the fuck would she know about that? She had left to some foreign country. She knew nothing.
"You swear up and down you know everything, you who abandoned your home and family to leave with some kitty cat, or so rumor has it. You have no place to speak to me as such, and your actions will suffer consequences. And just because you know Armadas by name, doesn't mean you are loyal to them. It doesn't mean anything, those who abandon their family are nothing but worthless scum. You." He was fed up with her string of naive insults and disrespect. He cared not for who she was, whether she once held power or was once a favorite. She was not in Glaciem, and as far as he was concerned, she was nobody to him. It was without warning, he would rush forth, from a standstill to a full on charge as he aimed to close the distance between them.
As soon as he charged, all his defenses would slide into place with ease. Ears plastered to his head, eyes narrowed, body lowered slightly as his knees bent, tail aligned with his spine as it became used as a rudder for quick turning, teeth bared, hackles raised, chin tucked, head lowered over his throat, shoulders rolled forward, scruff bunched, toes spread, claws digging into the ground for traction. He was taller then her, if only by an inch or so, but even so. His charge would aim to set her off balance and damage her porcelain features. Left shoulder jutting forward to slam into her right center chest as he came head on, while his gaping jaws sought to grasp at the right side of her neck, and with this he would attempt to gain control, to cause her to lose air, though not kill her. He simply wanted to give her something to remember him by, win or lose, she would not forget him no matter whether she returned to her once home or left forever. Simultaneously, his left paw would strike forward to try and hook around her right paw, an attempt to cause her to lose balance while she was distracted with his frontal attack. With this, his weight would become distributed as much as possible with his remaining grounded limbs, and the fight was on.
Raw VS Impra
For Dominance
Round 1/2
Attacks: Aims to slam left shoulder into right center chest. Aims to bite right side of her neck. Aims to hook left paw around her right paw to unbalance her.
Defenses: Ears plastered to his head, eyes narrowed, body lowered slightly as his knees bent, tail aligned with his spine as it became used as a rudder for quick turning, teeth bared, hackles raised, chin tucked, head lowered over his throat, shoulders rolled forward, scruff bunched, toes spread, claws digging into the ground for traction. weight would become distributed as much as possible with his remaining grounded limbs.
"Speech"
Laughter. It was all that would bubble from his throat as the pale bitch continue to flare in anger. It was oh so amusing, and only causing him to smirk more as he enjoyed the fact. My, someone was getting much to defensive. Perhaps it was because she knew he was right. Rolling laughter would escape his jaws in silky tones, teeth flashing threateningly as she seemed to be pushing her luck. And it had just about run out. "Hahahaha, keywords there, wench. You Used to be. No more, which means you are nothing except for one more bastard spawn to walk the lands." He watched as her hackles rose, his toes and claws flexing as they scraped into the dirt. His tail fur flaring as he silently prepared. She would continue to speak about his lineage, and how the fuck would she know about that? She had left to some foreign country. She knew nothing.
"You swear up and down you know everything, you who abandoned your home and family to leave with some kitty cat, or so rumor has it. You have no place to speak to me as such, and your actions will suffer consequences. And just because you know Armadas by name, doesn't mean you are loyal to them. It doesn't mean anything, those who abandon their family are nothing but worthless scum. You." He was fed up with her string of naive insults and disrespect. He cared not for who she was, whether she once held power or was once a favorite. She was not in Glaciem, and as far as he was concerned, she was nobody to him. It was without warning, he would rush forth, from a standstill to a full on charge as he aimed to close the distance between them.
As soon as he charged, all his defenses would slide into place with ease. Ears plastered to his head, eyes narrowed, body lowered slightly as his knees bent, tail aligned with his spine as it became used as a rudder for quick turning, teeth bared, hackles raised, chin tucked, head lowered over his throat, shoulders rolled forward, scruff bunched, toes spread, claws digging into the ground for traction. He was taller then her, if only by an inch or so, but even so. His charge would aim to set her off balance and damage her porcelain features. Left shoulder jutting forward to slam into her right center chest as he came head on, while his gaping jaws sought to grasp at the right side of her neck, and with this he would attempt to gain control, to cause her to lose air, though not kill her. He simply wanted to give her something to remember him by, win or lose, she would not forget him no matter whether she returned to her once home or left forever. Simultaneously, his left paw would strike forward to try and hook around her right paw, an attempt to cause her to lose balance while she was distracted with his frontal attack. With this, his weight would become distributed as much as possible with his remaining grounded limbs, and the fight was on.
For Dominance
Round 1/2
Attacks: Aims to slam left shoulder into right center chest. Aims to bite right side of her neck. Aims to hook left paw around her right paw to unbalance her.
Defenses: Ears plastered to his head, eyes narrowed, body lowered slightly as his knees bent, tail aligned with his spine as it became used as a rudder for quick turning, teeth bared, hackles raised, chin tucked, head lowered over his throat, shoulders rolled forward, scruff bunched, toes spread, claws digging into the ground for traction. weight would become distributed as much as possible with his remaining grounded limbs.
"Speech"