This ball and chain
10-22-2014, 09:49 PM
Blood blossomed across the confines of his mouth as his bite was victorious. It filled his mouth and escaped from the corners in thin streams of pink saliva. The tang of it, the bitter, metallic flavor, sent a bolt of excitement through his chest. The feel of flesh cleaving between his fangs awoke a side of him that he hadn't known he possessed. It filled him with heedless wrath and a craving for more destruction. He was beyond soothing. The skin grasped firmly in his jaws tore further as the fae sought to lower her head nearly to the ground. Realizing the futility of the hold, he released it, once more tucking his chin down to protect his throat as he prepared for her counter. It came swiftly, her movements seen out of the corner of his eye as she darted towards his throat. Here his height could serve him. Quickly, the brute straightened, his knees locking just as he felt the teeth of the much shorter wolf dig into the skin of his upper left chest. The bite dug in deeply, slicing through the loose skin provided by his rolled shoulders/tucked chin. It bled, he could feel drops of the liquid dampening his fur, but evaluating the damage done would have to wait until later. To add insult to injury, her paw would find his toes. She brought the appendage down hard, catching the tips of the two leftmost toes and mashing them to the ground. His toes popped under her weight, the short nails bending unnaturally to the side. While miraculously unbroken, the toes would bruise heavily, their pads forcibly collecting the grit beneath them in a mild abrasion created by friction. Her assault on his neck had been accepted soundlessly, but the pain that flared up his leg was too great to ignore. He snarled, anger tinging the rim of his vision with red. She would pay. Quick to retaliate, the brute tensed, his whole body going ridged in bottomless rage. His ears flattened once more and the rest of his rudimentary defenses followed suit; his hackles stood up upon his back in a solid line, his eyes narrowed and behind him, the brute's tail lifted for balance. His lips pulled back in a bloody display of aggression, the little fae's blood bubbling from his jaws. He rolled his shoulders forward again to complete the protective shield around his throat, never mind the jaws that currently grasped his chest. If she sought a higher hold, his teeth would be waiting. Beneath him, the brute's toes splayed to better his balance, his stance widening to better his quickly centering weight. Knees bending, the brute moved to push off with his hind legs and jolt forward while simultaneously snapping his left shoulder out. More than willing to sacrifice the skin in her grasp, he aimed to shove the fae across the jaw with his shoulder while ramming into her snout with his chest. A bloody, tweaked nose was a bitch; causing the eyes to water and the nose to run. Perhaps, if he were truly lucky, her tongue would be claimed as a casualty to his efforts as well. If she refused to let go of him and the wound on his chest was worsened by his actions, so be it. He stepped forward, seeking to reclaim the distance the fae had tried to put between them. Beneath him, his weight would be redistributed as his injured left paw would rise. He threw it forward, seeking to sneak it in behind the fae's front right leg and hook his paw around her left forelimb. If successful, he'd yank it out from under her. Simultaneously, he sought revenge for the crushed toes in the form of a bite across the face. His jaws snaking down, teeth parting as he attempted to sink merciless fangs into her right eye. The aim was to drive his upper teeth into the optic with blinding force while slicing into her cheekbone with his lower teeth in a disfiguring combination blow. She would wail for him yet. Round TWO of TWO Defenses: Chin tucked, muscles tensed, ears flattened, hackles up, eyes narrowed, tail lifted, lips curled, shoulders rolled, toes splayed, stance widened, weight centered, knees bent Attacks: Using his shoulder to shove into Empy's jaw while ramming into her snout with his chest, seeking to hook her left forelimb and yank it out from under her, seeking to blind her right eye while cutting into her cheekbone Injuries: Moderate puncture wounds to upper left chest, two heavily bruised toes, mild abrasion on paw pads "Speaking" Thinking |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.