Płaying our petty łittłe game
10-02-2014, 07:27 PM
Kylar was restless, angry and not in a great mood considering he had been woken up and his queen torn from his side. Not that he was going to make it easy for Cataleya to leave him for any amount of time but it still would have been nicer to sleep through the night with her. The white woman before them seemed completely at home in her own skin in the sense that she would relax into a seated position before them. Stupid, seating one?s self showed a smugness that Kylar hated already, who sat before company you didn?t know? Hell Kylar never even completely relaxed around Cat or his kids half the time never mind complete strangers. His lip would curl in an instant distaste, taking a step forward to stand at Cataleya?s side. As usual his head would lower, ears pinning and eyes narrowing as toes stretched and flexed in the dirt. She was here for their names? Acidic gaze would loll in his skull, rolling to stare in a strained state at his wife as if waiting for a cue or a hint as to what she was thinking. The white bitch would continue speaking but now Kylar had completely ignored her, tuning her out as his world focused on his wife?s every move. She seemed as agitated by this woman?s words as he was, the muscles in her jaw twitching and clenching just as a muscle in her shoulder quivered in agitation. Little, almost unnoticeable signs that he had no trouble picking out that would soon be followed by harsh and dark words. Kylar would watch his queen in silence like a blood hound stared at its master. She would address him a moment later, asking his opinion and slowly he would look back to the white woman. A sneer would slither up the edges of his lips and his head would tip. He knew what those words meant. ?If you are so eager for knowledge, perhaps you should stay.? His wife would purr and Kylar?s smile widened as he slithered forward in an attempt to move to the white woman?s side or perhaps even behind her. His focus would slip back and forth between Cataleya and Empyra as she had named herself. His muscles would quiver beneath blackened pelt, toned muscles perfectly defined from years of use and practice. He was a behemoth in size and mass, a hulking two hundred pounds to go along with his fort-two inches at the shoulder. He would squash this girl for his lover if that was what he wished but for now? He would simply attempt to claim her and they could go from there. If Cataleya ended up not wanting her then they could dismiss her but Kylar felt like tempting fate today. He moved with the overwhelming force of a freight train, haunches coiling and then unfurling to launch himself forward with terrible speed. He would attempt to close the distance between himself and the white woman as quickly as possible so he could try and reach her before she could even scramble to her paws. Chest would aim to hit her dead in the meat of her left shoulder where muscle covered the joint, hoping to damage the joint and cause sever bruising. At the same time muscular neck would attempt to aim down and grab the woman at the base of her skull where her spine met her skull, trying to use the momentum and his superior weight to shove her into the ground and pin her off the bat. As a final attack his right paw would come up in an attempt to drape his leg over her back, right behind her shoulders in an attempt to continue to shove his weight on her while keeping her perpendicular (T shaped) to Kylar should he be successful and she try to move. His remaining three paws on the ground would shift to widen his stance, joints becoming looser to compensate for his new tripod state. In this position his neck was arched, making it near impossible to grab at the underside of his throat, chin tucked as much as possible as he tried to slam his weight down on the woman. Eyes were narrowed, ears pinned, nose wrinkled to pull as much loose skin around his eyes as possible to serve as protection. His back was arched, stomach tucked to gather as much core strength as possible. Shoulders were rolled forward to an extent in his stance, gathering loose skin around his neck as hackles lifted to make himself look bigger and use the fur to distort ones perspective of where his flesh might be. Remaining three paws on the ground were splayed, joints loosened and leaning back slightly as to not rely on anything but himself for balance. Toes were splayed to give himself as much surface area as possible to balance on, claws dug into the ground for traction. Trail bannered behind him, aligning his spine and working as a rudder for further balance himself. ROUND: 1 OF ??? FOR DOMINANCE/ FORCE CLAIM ATTACKS: Attempting to run at Empyra from her left side at a T so he will collide the center of his chest with her left shoulder at the joint if he is successful. Tries to bite her neck at the base of her skull and force his weight down on her and pin her to the ground. At the same time swings his right leg up to try and drape it over Empyra?s back behind her shoulder to further force his weight on her and/or to keep her in the original T shape. DEFENSE: Listed in last paragraph INJURIES: None HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE |