Revenge [Morgan]
05-06-2013, 12:51 PM
Evelette was finished talking. She had spoken her peace, had stated what she was fighting for. She could not wait to feel her teeth sink into the sluts belly. It would be divine... perhaps the blood loss would kill her. She threatened to smile at such a thought. The dame spoke her terms. All she wished was to be left alone? She did not wish to return the violent cruelty if she won? Very well. If she lost, Evelette would respect the ivory faes wishes. Her lips would curl over glimmering ivory fangs and she would mimic the dames pace as they circled each other, keeping ample distance. Her paws were placed methodically, one before the other. One, two, three, four, her pads would brush the earth. Her opposer prepared herself and Evelette took a deep, satisfying breath, slowing her heart rate and relaxing her muscles and leaving them fluid, relaxed and at ease. Freak's words echoing in the back of her cranium, ironic... the wolf she now held nothing for, aided her against the very thing that had torn them apart. Keep your body loose and languid. Endurance and speed Evelette... you are small, but you have power, keep your distance, strike fast and glide away. You can be a remarkable warrior if you play your cards right. Her opponent would lunge forward and Evelette would launch right back. Her head was dipped low, shielding her neck from teeth and claws. Her ears would fall back to pin against her cranium, keeping them from being easily grabbed a hold of. Her tail stuck out behind her, maintaining her balance and keeping her weight evenly distributed between her four paws. Her body would twine, winding back and forth, leaping in unpredictable patterns, at the last moment she would distribute her weight to her right side and pushing off with her legs, she would feint to the left. Morgan's claws barely dusted her shoulder and as soon as she landed, she would lunge at Morgan's right shoulder, jaws splayed wide and claws ready to sink into whatever flesh they could find purchase on. DEFENSE: Making her movements sporadic and random, makes them hard to track, a sudden feint to the left, being difficult to follow. Ears pinned against her skull to avoid being grabbed, body aligned with Morgan's shoulder making it difficult to turn and grasp something vital. Tail sticking out for balance, heart rate lowered and calmed to improve endurance. ATTACK: Feinting to Morgan's left, she lunges at Morgan's shoulder hoping to sink teeth and claws into her. INJURIES: Scratches to the shoulder. Speech, |