let the ravens gather
09-25-2014, 06:53 PM
All done! GL SAF
Insults to her abilities and her character were slung this way and that around her. Misconceptions by wolves who had refused to listen to every word spoken shed a darkness on her unlike any other. A stranger coming upon this meeting would see her as something akin to Hades, a devil incarnate. Hearing the words may have provoked her to forsake her current responsibility and act on the anger they would cause, turning her into the very thing she was made out to be by the heathens that spoke. Nat would have liked to think that she would take the high road, ignoring them and keeping at her task. Luckily, she hadn't heard them. She didn't have to think about taking the high road because she didn't know there was a lower one there. All of her attentions were focused on the battle. Her ears were tuned only to the station playing the sounds of her challenger. Her skin only felt the nearness of the woman she fought. She tasted and smelled only Chryseis. Everyone else had become mute, invisible, and scentless. Being in such close quarters, with so many parts of her body connected to the opponent, it was easy to feel the shifts in her position. Her eyelids were still narrowed into a tight glare; her ears stayed fallen against her skull; her three unmoving legs were still spread in a widened stance and bent at the knees with toes splayed across the dirt and claw digging in, her weight balanced on them. Her tail was still even with her spine, her abs were tight, and her hackles were raised. Her head was still tucked in tight against her opponent's shoulder, having successfully bashed it against that sensitive place between the neck. Her shoulders were rolled forward, creating extra skin around it, and her head remained even with her spine with her chin tucked against her throat. She maintained her defenses as she felt for a hint of movement to reveal her opponent's counterattack. As her right paw slid outward she felt the bitch lift her own left leg out of harm's way. Nat curled her toes to dig the claws of her right paw into the ground, to stop it from sliding too far. She felt Chrys's legs wrap around her and let it happen, focused on the importance of maintaining balance for now. She ceased shaking her own head as Chrys began to shake hers, avoiding worsening the tearing that began to take place in her neck as a result of the movement. Instead, she attempted to twist her head so that her muzzle would face diagonally between front and her own right side, where Chrys had shifted her body. She hoped that the hug the bitch had wrapped around her had brought her close enough as she attempted to bite down hard on the lower portion of Chrys's chest to try to pull at the sensitive skin there and tear a hole in it. The body of her foe pressed hard against her and she felt the discs in her neck shift uncomfortably, but not so much to hinder her actions. Fortunately, in the same moment, she was making a move of her own. She pushed hard to extend her knees, first both legs on the left side, then the right. She leaned as she did this, pressing to her right side, hoping that she would be able to take advantage of Chrys's hold on her while standing on her hind legs and topple the woman onto her back beneath Nat's own weight. She wanted to cause a hard and painful fall, a punishment for the other female making herself vulnerable. Attacks: Attempt to bite Chrys's chest and tear the flesh, attempt to use her weight to knock Chrys over on her back. Defenses: Eyelids narrow, tail raised, head lowered, chin tucked, knees bent, widened stance, toes splayed, ears almost flat, shoulders rolled forward, claws dug into ground (x2), hackles raised, and tightened abs. Stopped shaking head. Injuries: Tearing wounds where Chrys bit neck, slightly shifted discs in neck (Nat needs a chiropractor!) in addition to the moderate bruising on her chest and puncture wounds from last round. |
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