No Mediocre
07-18-2014, 11:04 PM
He had no idea how she managed to raise herself, his own teeth somehow grasping her scruff as opposed to her spine. With a growl of annoyance, he would keep his hold, however, his head shaking violently as her defenses seemed to have been forgotten. Teeth would be felt sinking into her skin, the male shaking his head as violently as was possible while his blunt claws dug inwards to keep her in his grasp. He would continue to attempt to use his weight, attempting to shove forward more as she thrashed against him. He was seriously getting pissed off now, her fighting was weak and amateur, inexperienced. He was fighting a weakling, then again he was an Olympus. He was far greater then her. He would most definitely tell tales of her defeat. Her weakness. His defenses would remain firmly in place; tail lashing, ears pinned, toes splayed, claws digging in for traction, abdomen tensed, ears pinned, shoulders rolled, scruff bunched, hackles raised, muzzle crinkled as he continued to strive to keep his grip on her scruff where it had previously gotten a hold. He would taste blood upon his tongue, the tearing of flesh would surely leave behind lacerations and scars. He did not aim to play like a child, no. This was not childs play at all, and he would not leave small scars either. For a fleeting second, the male would readjust his grip, this time aiming to slide his teeth down towards the base of her shoulder blades, attempting then to regrip between her shoulder blades at the base of her neck/upper back. He remained on his hind legs, his grip never faltering as he strove to keep his hold on her. Weight pushing forward, growls erupting from his gullet. Round: 2/3 Speech Thought Others |
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