I'm no good at a one night stand
10-13-2014, 01:20 PM
She wasn't completely useless, leaping to her paws as soon as he launched himself at her and forcing him to rethink most of his moves. He would expel his breath a moment before chest would collide with chest, a severe bruise flaring across the lower mid section of his chest where it connected the hardest. Though he would not grab her where he had intended his jaws would not meet air, instead sinking into the flesh of her lower neck. Blood would meet his tongue and a tremor would roll through the massive male in waves as jaws would attempt to dig into flesh as deeply as possible. Massive neck would arch in an attempt to keep her as close as possible. Right paw would lift and fall, combing uselessly through her fur due to her new position. He would attempt to slap it to the ground as quickly as possible, trying to regain his balance and place his weight squarely on all four paws once more. She was already moving at this point. Her jaws would come down and he would attempt to go up. Leaning back he would try and create space between them, pulling back savagely with his teeth while loosening his grip slightly to disconnect them and hopefully tear a chunk of flesh off with him as he went. He would try to recline almost to a seated position as she launched herself at his lower neck. His own jaws would open, skull twisting his bottom jaw to his right and instantly he would attempt to strike downwards, trying to latch onto Sibelle's upper jaw with his lower jaw on her right cheek and upper jaw on her left. He aimed to grab her snout, the bridge of her nose right below her eye sockets, attempting to shove her face downward and away from her intended target. Massive beast would attempt to unfurl his haunches at that exact moment, propelling himself forward so that he would try slam his chest into her bite (counter attack) in an attempt to force her teeth to hit bone and jar her bite at least a bit, chip some teeth best case scenario. Again his right paw would lift, attempting to swing over her shoulders and force more of his weight down upon her. There was no point trying to trip her now, they would more then likely end up in a tangled heap on the ground. As well at this angle with his neck arched to its fullest extent he had no real eye line of her paws or where to aim. So paw would simply come up in a wide arc before trying to come down on her upper back right behind her shoulder blades on her spine. 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 |
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