you've got em wrapped around your finger

diamond and sapphire pools of slowly gyrating fire burned their way across the small area between his dearest cousin and her consort. "it'd be the best thing you've tasted, gris." the bile spilled from pristine lips, paws irritably digging mindlessly at the dirt beneath. he did not like this intruder one bit. a family affair was, after all, family. who did this devilishly handsome fool think he was dealing with? he had the gods on his side; odin and thor, with his great hammer of thunder. this speck of dirt had nothing on him.

he listened vaguely to her explanation of his being, how he'd been accused of being an incestuous murderer. mind you, she was right. but had they proof? a volatile chuckle escaped his pestilential throat, his expression losing its steel. "hadde gudene ?nsket meg d?d, ville jeg v?re." delicate foot stepped forward, shoulder rolling from its protruding position. he wanted to push her, dare her, feed her anger. "og hvis jeg gjorde det, min s?te katja, ville det ha gitt deg fred? eller ville det ha spist p? baksiden av hjernen din som en sykdom?" and then it began.

his body swelled up, mirroring her movements as they readied for what could only be a mutilating brawl. pampered paws stanced themselves, the back level with his hips while the forefoot remained centered. his gloriously chiseled chin tilted toward the floor, protecting his lowering neck as it hovered inches from his paw. trice colored tail flicked irritably behind him, level with his back and leaned slightly to the left to counterbalance the lack of a right foot. ears pinned sharply against his crown, steeled eyes burrowing into katja. if there ever was a time, it'd be now.

she moved to make impact, and he crouched. he knew, as he was missing half a leg, he would not be able to brawl equally with her. this was a serpent's game, one must not make mistakes. he slipped forward, nails digging nastily at the stone floor and at the last minute he would rise up to meet her, jaws agape in a hearty snarl. he would aim to clasp his teeth around her skull, to grip at her ear and tear it from her misguided head. but the gods did not permit him such a pleasure. instead, her chest would meet his neck and his jaw would snap back against his own body; a yelp of pain and frustration falling from his throat.

and then he could feel a heat, persistent and feverish around his left eye. but something was wrong, he couldn't see from it. couldn't see the fire in katja's eyes, or the walls that felt like they were closing in. except he could, from his right. and then he realized, but it was too late. by the time he tried to back away, tried to use his only front paw to pry himself from her, she'd gripped him like a vice. he felt her suddenly, hugging him close with her jaws gaped over his left eye and upper cheek. it was in that moment that he panicked, a snarl and a thrashing. he jerked and shuddered. he could not lose an eye. he could not have another fault. that could not be the reason the gods had brought him back. it couldn't. so he attempted in any possible way to grab hold of her ribs and push; push her to the ground and show the gods he was still worthy.





JAEGER vs KATJA for RIGHT EAR

DEFENSES third paragraph

ATTACKS attempting to push her to the ground

INJURIES dislocated and bruised jaw, bruised shoulder, small punctures around eye so far


NOTES his linearts are right c: also i haven't done this in forever so i hope i didn't do anything wrong xD