I could show you what you wanna see.

*Impra* · 07-04-2014, 07:37 AM

// ooc // Yes, Impra had yet to join Glaciem in this thread.

He was a bastard child. It was time for him to repay for his words. Noone was to insult the spawn of the Northern King. Death would come to him if he continued. Her hackles flared upward, her knees bending low. Coral lips peeled back in a snarl as her brows creased, narrowing her eyes. Against her skull, veldt auditories flattened themselves to the fur. She moved her legs outward, squaring them off should the bastard try to take the first move without warning. Her long banner rose skyward, aligning with her now lowered skull to create a strong bar of strength. You surely will come out with a wound, bastard child. Angry thoughts roiled from her mind, as she tightened her core, a snarl ripping from her throat, but she said nothing, rubies cold and hard, staring at the red bastard. All of her body language spoke of death. How she longed for the feeling of blood on her pelt. This bastard would be just wonderful to shred to pieces. This was no child of Isardis. He was the child of a asshole.

His red figure suddenly shot forth, an expected attack from such a stupid bastard. His defenses had slid into place, as had hers, in the nick of time just before he moved. A growl grew in her throat, rumbling her body. Her claws drove into the ground, to grasp the soil for traction when she would move out of his reach. Her porcelain frame lowered slightly, her shoulders rolling, threatening to charge and collide into the bastard. The allure of bloodshed drove at her coral nostrils, begging of her to go into a savage combat style as the the male was using. He is a stupid bastard, nothing more. Her bodice swung just out of reach of the bastard's assault. His jaws would swing toward the direction of her neck, toward the right side. His red jaws clamped onto her scruff, rather than the bone and skin of her neck. Her own mandibles would drop open as her crown lunged for the rump of the bastard, a ripping noise sounding as she tugged herself free of the vice grip, blood seeping from the scar. Should her attack land, she would bite down hard, and her head would shake violently to increase the wound's intensity. Her tail would flare behind her, to her right side, so the male at her left could not reach the crucial part of her defense. She felt a paw worm over to her own, hooking around her hind legs, to the left leg. A growl flared from her as she would violently kick that coral pad. It was a risky move, unbalancing her slightly, but she made sure to lean on the red bastard, to perhaps shove him into unbalancing himself. She would not lose to this bastard. She would present her bloodstained pelt to the Northern King, the blood of a canine whose words had caused him trouble.

IMPRA vs. RAW

ONE TWO
DEFENSE

Quote:Hackles raised, knees bent, lips peeled in snarl, brows creased, eyes narrowed, ears pinned, spreading legs, raised tail for balance, lowering head, claws gripping the ground for traction, rolling shoulders, tail held opposite of Raw.

OFFENSE

Quote:Aiming to bite at his rump, on his left side, kicking against Raw's paw, leaning on Raw to knock him over.

INJURIES

Quote:Moderate scarring on the right side of her neck.

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