That Carnal Desire
07-09-2014, 12:09 AM
It was building, rage and madness bubbling up beneath the surface and ready to explode forward. Massive beast twitched and seethed, the tension rolling off her in waves that could very well knock over another who dared to approach her. Head was hung low, nose dragging only a few inches above the ground, solid white eyes flittering too and fro as if scanning the lands. She wanted to taste blood, she needed to carve this madness into the flesh of another. Pelt rippled, barely containing the massive beast that slumbered beneath all the muscle and flesh. Everything was wrong, everything felt wrong. She felt like she needed to rip her flesh apart and shed her skin. She needed to be reborn. Teeth clacked together as jaws worked, clenching and unclenching as salivating jaws snapped at the air. She need to feel. And so she would walk, lumbering form heading through fern gully and up towards mount volkan. Head would lift as her paws found even ground, shoulders rolling back to stretch out tense muscles. The was then that a howl would alert her to the presence of another near by. A call to arms? Yes? This would do perfectly. She had lived here for a period of her life and had trained for some time here as well. She knew the lands well enough to feel comfortable with sparring here. No, not a spar. A battle. She wanted to bleed. The non flayed side of her face would ease int a smile as limbs would pull her towards the brute and only as she approached would she finally lift her skull. "Come my dear, carve all your troubles into my flesh?" A giggle would rumble up he throat, a sound like a rock slide as she allowed massive paws to splay and balance herself. Joints would loosen as crooked tail arched between her hind legs. It didn't need to be any more damaged then it already was? Frayed ears would pin her her skull as eyes narrowed to protect the useless orbs. Lips curled back, pulling loose flesh up to further protect her eyes as head lowered to be held parallel with spine. Shoulders rolled forward, chin tipped down and lower jaw would unhinge to protect throat as much as possible. Back arched, stomach tightening to gather core strength. A hind paw slid back a fraction on an inch. By the god she hoped he would charge straight at her? ZERO ONE TWO |
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