I'm too perfect for you

*Azalea* · 08-28-2014, 06:56 AM

Both of the women would come alive, jumping to attention as their bodies went through the standard motions of prepping for a battle. As Deirdre readied herself so would Azalea, mirroring her largely.

Fur would rise along her spine, progressively appearing larger as her hackles went up. Eyes narrowed to deflect any debris while her ears pulled back tight against her skull to keep them safe. Her face fixed into a snarl as a growl rumbled up through her.

Azalea's tongue would escape, licking up over her exposed fangs as she widened her stance, bending her knees slightly. A low center of gravity was better for balance. Her shoulders moved forward as she lowered her head and tucked her chin slightly, to lend added protection to her neck. Her tail stood out behind her, sitting slightly above the level of her spine as it waited to become useful.

As always her body would tense slightly, though not enough to lock her up, and her toes flexed to get a feel for the ground. This hard surface was not perfect, but there were holds to be found.

Deirdre would set off like a rocket, the small distance between closing too quickly for Azalea to attempt to dodge what became a shoulder to the middle of her chest. She let out an "oof" sound as her back left leg took a step in reverse to brace her body as her tail curled in tightly to the right, as if folding back in on itself.

The she-wolf's teeth made a snap for Azalea's cheek and she felt grateful now that the blur over her vision in her left eye was nearly gone now. It was the fear of added pain and suffering to that left half of her face that powered her to retaliate so quickly. Azalea reared, front legs searching for a hold around the grey fem's neck. All the while her jaws split wide, turning in on those approaching ivories and looking to bite twice, once on her skull and again on her muzzle. That dead eye seemed to bore into her soul as Deirdre's jaws finally snapped close, as if it were all happening in slow motion, grabbing the edge of her lip instead and dragging down.

The lips were delicate and she could feel the flesh tear apart in the wake of two clamped canines. Azalea growled, the sound turning to a yelp as she registered the pain and began to taste her own blood as it dripped from her upper left lip.

Azalea v Deirdre for practice/rank

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attack: Azalea tries to grab Deirdre around the neck to hold her close while she aims to do two quick bite and release attacks on her face, the first on her skull and the next on her muzzle, left side.

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