∞ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛʏ
08-05-2014, 06:57 PM
Such a loud and disgusting laugh would fall upon a deaf Raven's ears. He cared not for what the bitch had to say against his leave, but her words spoke of challenge. "You are as stupid as a fucking squirrel." Such lyrics would cause the Raven to turn on the bitch who had followed him. "And you will not leave, filth." Ebony ears would veer back, pinning against his skull to avoid any damage to the fragile skin and to tighten the ebon skin upon his crown. Both topaz gems would become narrrowed to bare slits, tightly locked upon the siren, brows creasing. Inky lips would peel back in a horrid snarl, the skin wrinkling upon his muzzle and creating an intimidating figure of his face. In a succession of movement, his crown lowered, aligning with rolled shoulders to create a strong beam to overcome should the bitch attempt to slam into his own bodice. His ebony tail would raise skyward as a rudder and for even more balance with his already straightened composure. In powerful stilts loosened muscles to absorb any shock, and his knees would bend, poised for any shock that the siren could cause. Each appendage would spread, weight becoming evenly distributed amongst his icon, whilst his hackles on each shoulder would rise, tightening all skin between his scruff and shoulders. His stomach would begin to tuck inward, to allow the bitch little grip should she manage to expose his abdomen and scar the fragile skin. The bitch began her assault, the Raven having allowed her to make the first move. Her bodice began to careen towards his own, her head down as if she were a battering ram hitting a door. Unfortunately for the siren, the door was smarter than her actions, and he would jump to the left and wait for the bitch to come, should she continue charging, he would brace himself, tightening his core for her assault. He felt her pelt brush his own and recoiled as her jaws would lurch forth, hooking his cheek rather than her intended target. He cared naught for where the blood flowed, but he wanted this bitch's blood. Violently he would shake his head, stilts pulsing backward to aim to detach himself from the bitch, blood seeping down his neck from his right cheek, a bite wound about two inches deep and three wide, and he would feel the sensations of blood drag at him as the bitch's paw thrust forth at his elbow. The Raven would fall into this play, but he used this mistake to his advantage, shoving his bodice forth at the bitch. Ebony stilts would spread for balance as he landed, hopefully close to the bitch. If he should not land himself near the siren as desired, he would charge forth, slowing at her face to part his jaws in an ugly bite. Mandibles would lurch forth in the direction of the siren's left eye, aiming to do what she had attempt to do so so foolishly. An eye for an eye, eh? If his aim should be correct, his upper jaw would strive to hook directly in her eye, whilst his lower jaw could attempt to lock anywhere else for grip and to disable her from rebelling with her jaws. Hopefully he could manage to blind the bitch's left eye, or perhaps evem remove it. For her family, it would be a worthy scar for the bitch. Even if this assault would miss, the Raven would bring his right paw upward and aim to hook just above her left elbow, and with his strength, he would strain to lean against the bitch, to shove her to the ground at his right. What would happen next was up to the siren. for MAIM TO BLIND/REMOVE L EYE/FREEDOM |