Bloodied and Broken
08-24-2014, 04:39 PM
His reply was quick and sharp. Laughter would fill the air, rattling her sides. Did he truly believe that? Her gaze would return to the waters, shaking her head slowly. Lips remained curled in a wicked grin. He moved closer, his dark jaws parting to grab a hold of her scruff. And she would strike with unforgiving force, twisting her bodice to face him. He may have been larger that her, but she was smarter, wiser, far mor unforgiving. She intended to take advantage of his open mouth. It was risk, but her jaw top haw would aim to enter his mouth, aligned with his tongue so that her bottom jaw would snap shut on his lower jaw. Simultaneously she would throw her weight forward, hoping to force him back with enough force, or pain in his jaw, so that he would stumble. With him standing to her left, her prior twisting hoping to align them at a 160 degree angle, nearly head on. Her left leg would strike out, aiming to grab to hold his right leg. She would then aim to pull it towards her by retracting her leg. She hoped that all this would result in him tumbling to his right side, beneath her, where he belonged. Eyes had narrowed to dangerous slits, ears pinning while her hackles raised. Her plume curled dominantly over her hips as anger seethed from her pours. WORDS HERE |