∞ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛʏ
08-05-2014, 02:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-06-2014, 01:40 PM by Schon.)
The beautiful creature had no time for idiots. She had a damn pack to rule and if someone truly had an issue with that there would be server consequences. Therefore as she stalked the ebony b o y her eyes were narrowed and her bodice tense. She truly had no time for his insolence. "Such whelps don't deserve to sit on a throne of toys. Just because their parents are too fucking lazy to rule until they are actually ready to rule." The lady would stalk up behind him and let forth a loud and illustrious laugh. "You are about as smart as a fucking Squirrel." The babe tensed and allowed her body to stop at about eight feet away from him. "I say goodbye to you, you bastard pack?and I say it with no regrets." The little man would pause. "It's time for destruction and you will not be leaving, filth." The beauty laughed a little more. "Oh my, it truly is time for destruction little raven." The woman would snarl, a rippling snarl. Suddenly, she would break out into a defensive stance. Each knee was bent to ensure her bodice was lowered to the ground. Each paw was evenly spread out for balance. Claws were dug into the earth for grip, helping balance as well. Her toes were completely splayed out for grip as well. A lovely tri-toned tail was slightly erect to align it with her narrow spine. The lanky girl also allowed her head to lower, to align it with her spine as well. Schon's chin tucked to protect her throat from any sort of attack. Lips curled up to show off her sharp ivories. Such would also bunch up the fur under her eyes to protect the delicate flesh of her cheeks. Each blood red orb was narrowed to decrease the chance of maim. Her two beautiful ears slicked back to flatten against her creamy skull to protect the tender bits of flesh. Cream colored hackles were raised to ensure the skin of her scruff to puff up and protect the vital bits beneath. Last but not least, her core was tightened and her breathing was eased to ensure focus and readiness for impact. Due to the fact that he had time to move as she spoke to him. The girl would attempt to either run at him head on in hopes to slam her chest square into his. OR. If he had not moved she would try to run and curve around his right side to slam the center of her chest into his. Both attacks leaving wiggle room for the man and would induce bruising to her chest if purchased. Either way, the girl would attempt for another attack. Her jaws widened and they aimed to snap at his right eye. Her upper jaw sought out a nice purchase above his right eye on the brow. But, her lower jaws hoped to sink into the socket of his right eye. She tried for a scooping motion, in order to either do some serious damage to the man's right eye or remove it all together. Though, despite if such attacks hit or not. The femme would attempt to raise her left paw and swipe it forward to potentially tug at his right front elbow. Such would possibly cause him to trip forward, if she were lucky. In such attacks height would not matter due to the fact that there were only a mere two inches in height difference. for MAIM OF EYE/FORCE CLAIM ONE TWO THREE "" |
Warning: Schon is prone to swearing, violence, and gore. This character is a cannibal. Thread at your own will.