I'm no good at a one night stand
10-12-2014, 11:29 PM
Before she replied she would push herself into a seated position, lifting herself up into a more defendable spot rather then on the ground. But still she would not flee despite the tension that seemed to be rolling off him in waves. Then she would speak and her words would drift into his ears and echo through his skull. They would hit him as hard as if he had run full tilt into a tree. Immediately ears would tip forward and recognition would dawn over his features. She was his sister's friend, the one that Vi had given old Arcanum to and the one who had lost it at some point. She was alive? He had a moment of confusion as he took a step back and stared at her. What the fuck was this? She hadn't died for his wife's pack? "Its something you don't deserve?" His words were nearly spat out, his rage returning all at once. She had lost his wires pack, the fact that she was his sisters friend was thrown out the window all at once and immediately his lips would curl in disgust as she tried to move around her so his chest was facing her left ribs. He moved with the overwhelming force of a freight train, haunches coiling and then unfurling to attempt 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. KYLAR VS. SIBELLE For Force Claim ONE TWO WORDS HERE |