I could show you what you wanna see.

It would seem she too would charge towards him. However, her movements were clumsy. His teeth would latch onto her scruff instead of her intended target, and he would show her today that she was as naive as a child. She knew nothing about him, she had never been around, how the hell could she? He seemed to scoff through his teeth as blood seeped upon his tongue. His paw would seem to grasp her hind leg, while she lunged forth towards his rump. With a hissing growl, he would side step away to his right, tail tucking should she decide to go after that instead. He would feel teeth bite his rump on the left, though she would fail to keep a hold on him as his body would pull from her grasping teeth. Her canines had managed to leave a bite wound just two inches long, for he managed to skitter away before her ugly maw did too much damage. He felt pressure upon his shoulder, and yet it was with his motions of his sidestepping that he would position himself in a T form, his head now striving to latch onto her center spine as he positioned himself on her left (his right). Jaws unhinged as he sought to bring teeth down upon her spine, not to completely immobolize her, but to cause enough pain and damage to deter her and remember him. As he did this, he would thrust his body forward in an attempt to unbalance her, to push his weight against her body as she had tried to do to him to topple her--to send her to the ground in submission.

Throughout his efforts, the male would keep defenses intact: Ears pinned to his skull, eyes narrowed, jaws unhinged to protect his facial features, brows furrowed, shoulders rolled forward, scruff bunched, claws digging into the ground for traction, toes spread, tail tucked, hackles bristling, abdomen tightened, chin was tucked, although he was striving to go for an attack that required his head to be at a higher position, his rolled shoulders would protect the sides of his neck as well as his throat. He was smart enough to keep himself as protected as possible, and was striving to balance his attacks and defenses. All the same, he would evenly distribute his weight should she choose to try and topple him again. A growl would rip through his throat, determined to win. And yet, would not be discouraged if he lost. All he wanted to do was show how stupid she was, be it scarring her pretty little face or causing some sort of damage to her otherwise supposed flawless features.


Raw VS Impra--For Dominance

Round 2/2
"Speech"