have you gone out drinking
08-31-2014, 11:43 PM
It seemed this man was intent on having some fun, Morgana's inner demons were screaming to come out and play, whispering sweet nothings into her ears and clawing at her wolfen skull to be let lose upon the world once more. A slight snort escaped the ashen women as she knew they would not cease until she let them out for a bit, perhaps she could upon his one and he in turn would be more willing to react except for that poor dirty she-wolf from before. Poor example for a wolf, not at all being quite right in the mind..but ah who was Morgana to judge? She wasn't quite right in her own mind and yet she could not help her self, at least she kept her hygiene at a pristine level. Never one to see her self dirty, matted or infested with some kind of filth. The only thing that had lingered upon her coat had been that of slain enemies.
Ears flickered at his teasing lyrics, a scoff was given as he called her a pretty little thing; was she a pretty little thing? Morgana could hardly recall being called such a thing but the middle-aged women would not take insult to his teasing words. That tail was tempting to snap at, to grab a hold and pull, break at an unnatural angle and yet Morgana held her composure. "That will be no easy feat; for you have yet to prove your self worthy." The french women would reply curtly, testing him and seeing what he may attempt to do. Even as those ears began to lower against that blacken skull of which lowered to protect her throat, those shoulders rolled forth in order to protect the sides of her neck. Weight was evenly distributed evenly among all her limbs, as those claws came into play at gripping the soil to better help her balance. That tail was held out acting as a rudder and something to keep her balance.
Morgana vs Rentaro for Dominance.
Move 0 of 4.
Attacks: None.
Defense: Ears pinned against skull, head lowered, shoulders rolled forward, distributed weight among limbs, claws used to help grip the ground, tail to be used as a rudder/balance.
Ears flickered at his teasing lyrics, a scoff was given as he called her a pretty little thing; was she a pretty little thing? Morgana could hardly recall being called such a thing but the middle-aged women would not take insult to his teasing words. That tail was tempting to snap at, to grab a hold and pull, break at an unnatural angle and yet Morgana held her composure. "That will be no easy feat; for you have yet to prove your self worthy." The french women would reply curtly, testing him and seeing what he may attempt to do. Even as those ears began to lower against that blacken skull of which lowered to protect her throat, those shoulders rolled forth in order to protect the sides of her neck. Weight was evenly distributed evenly among all her limbs, as those claws came into play at gripping the soil to better help her balance. That tail was held out acting as a rudder and something to keep her balance.
Morgana vs Rentaro for Dominance.
Move 0 of 4.
Attacks: None.
Defense: Ears pinned against skull, head lowered, shoulders rolled forward, distributed weight among limbs, claws used to help grip the ground, tail to be used as a rudder/balance.