off with her head
Rage, anger, pain, fear, exhilaration? It all rushed over her in a wave of pure pleasure as their bodies collided heavily, thank god. There was pain there, but the bruising was only moderate, she had already expelled her breath in preparation for impact so there would be no pause between attacks. Her chest was layered with muscle, thick fur and already her skin there was tough from years of being chewed on by opponents. Her right forepaw slid forward but found nothing, simply groped at air, but she wouldn?t let it phase her or slow her. Jaws found their mark on Devya?s scruff and as soon as she felt the contact her jaws would clamp down and her skull would begin to thrash, attempting to rip and tear into the flesh as much as possible, if she could have found the muscle and ripped into that too she would have. She wanted this woman to bleed; she wanted her neck to snap. She wanted to carve her pain into this woman?s flesh. But then she felt movement and her haze od rage slipped away, felt the woman attempting to move forward and upwards. Immediately Zara would attempt to do the same though she would not relinquish her grip in an attempt to thwart whatever she was trying to do. Haunches uncoiled and attempted to shove her weight forward (counter attack) while her neck began to arch and attempt to push her weight down on her grip to try and push Devya?s head down and away from the side of Zara?s neck. The counter would give her smaller opponent a clear shot at Zara?s outer and lower chest should it work. At the same time she would attempt to use her superior weight to push the woman back and off balance. Suddenly her hind legs would splay, stance widening considerably to allow forelimbs to attempt to rise, trying to throw her body weight upward even as her neck continued to try and apply downward pressure on Devya?s lower neck. Forelimbs would attempt to wrap around Devya?s shoulders and upper back in a lame sort of bear hug while she attempted to shove her chest into Devya?s face and present her heavily scarred and thickened skin as a chew toy. Suddenly her rage would explode, a tremendous bellow bubbling up from her throat and rattling through her teeth which still held firmly onto the prize hold she had acquired. All the while her defenses were set in place, muscle memory the only thing that was helping her from not throwing them completely out the window. Her hind paws were splayed to accommodate her two legged stance, toes splayed and nails clenched heavily into the ground to try and stop any backwards pressure from forcing her off balance. Neck was arched, protecting her throat, shoulders rolled forward to gather as much loose skin and fat as possible around her ruff. Abdomen was tucked, spine arched to gather all her core strength to aid her. Crooked tail was straightened (kinda), aligned with her spin to act as a rudder (kinda a useless one). What was left of her ears were pinned to her skull, flattened against her thick scruff. Heavily scarred face was scrunched, lips pulled back in a snarl to gather excess flesh around already narrowed eyes (despite her already being blind and not caring if she looses her eyes). ONE TWO THREE |