I'm too perfect for you
08-28-2014, 07:46 PM
Azalea felt the kiss of skull against the tips of her canines and retracted each bite. She didn't mean Deirdre any real harm here, after all that would just leave one pissed off Medicus back home. She was sure Elli would appreciate something to do but she didn't want to anger her by being needlessly cruel in her sparring. For a moment there seemed to be a stalemate, Azalea grasping the sooty female around the neck as they both became very vocal, enraged over their wounds. It was in this moment that Azalea allowed herself to off the bloody wound, finding to bizarre to lick her lips and find a slit there. Deirdre would move them, worming her way back and down to slip the white and russet woman's hold. It seemed to work for her opponent as Azalea slipped, dragging Deirdre's fur backward before she was forced to release her hold so that she didn't stumble to the ground. Her eyes sprang wide for a moment and as she caught herself they would narrow again and then clench shut as she realized with hardly a spare second that they were about to collide. Her tail dipped between her legs as she stumbled backward, curling in on herself slightly as she tried to block all her vital organs at once while thrown off. Her vision reeled and her head fucking hurt. Before she knew what was happening there were jaws clamped firmly around the top of her muzzle. Azalea froze, eyes opening to look Deirdre in her one good eye. She snarled now, her hackles returning full force. Never had her ears left her skull, if anything they held melted into her skull by now. She prepared herself, gripping the earth carefully to not give away her coming retaliation. Deirdre seemed to make the mistake of thinking Azalea would not harm herself. If it would benefit her position, she would do what was needed. Her face went slack to keep rolls of skin on her muzzle from interfering with her action. Right front leg stepped back, pulling her muzzle diagonally down and away from Deirdre's hold, canines raking lines into her muzzle. As her paw touched the ground she put her weight into it, now that her left side was facing Deirdre at roughly a 30 degree angle, throwing her weight at Deirdre. Her tail curled wide to her right as she braced the broad side of her left shoulder to slam it into Deirdre's chest without thinking much else about it. Her head tipped in to the left, blocking her neck and teeth aiming to bite at the front of Deirdre's right shoulder, just above the start of the leg as her weight worked to press the woman off balance. Azalea v Deirdre for practice/rank 2 of 3 attack: Azalea is looking to throw Deirdre off balance by throwing her left shoulder into her. She pairs that with a bite to the right shoulder, at the front, right above the start of the leg. |
