Dance in Blood and Fire; Claim Challange
10-23-2014, 05:11 PM
He was playing her game and the stakes where the life of his mate, it brought energy to his veins to know it, a swiftness to his paws as through should it be required of him he was ready to fly into the terratory and grab Sibelle, take her from this madness. He showed nothing of this tension of course, keeping a sly smile on his maw and his tone soft, welcoming, as he spoke to this mad woman. She would change directions and suprise him as she asked if he would trade follower for mate. He pretended a regretful sigh as he looked at Falk and back to her. ?Ah, but he's not mine to give you see, he holds no alligances to me? he told her, leaving out the words that he would never trade one for another, that he would fight to get them all out of here to their freedom. She would speak again, her words mock alluring, sweet enough to choke him as she told him she would be the judge. His own posture was still lazy, still following along to the game she played, until the moment Kylay went for Sibelle. He grabbed her and rammed her head into a tree even as he watched, stunned a moment until the deed was done. With an angered cry he would loose all will to follow along with her rules, to dance to her tune. He broke free of the facade he had placed about himself and let his rage break free as he charged at the crazed bitch before him. A mate for a mate, when he had Cataleya before him and his jaws to her throat, he would trade this womans worthless life for that of the one he loved. His eyes where narrowed, his ears pinned, chin tucked, his head level with his spine, his tail also aligned as such, his shoulders where rolled forward, his hackles raised, his neck scrunched, his legs evenly spaced, his weight distributed too, preparing him for the leap. His defenses set in motion with barely another thought, barely a moment passed before he was moving to leap towards the prepared woman. He would attempt to leap forward to close the distance, and when his feet touched the ground again his defenses would reset, his weight evening out once more to compensate to three paws as he attempted to jam his right paw over her left paw, attempting to dig his claws into the soft webs between her toes as he attempted to move his jaw to the right side of her and attempt to knash his teeth against her cheek, his motives would be to get a grip and rip flesh, all the boy wanted now was to taste blood, to see her bleed. ---------------------------------------------------- Round 1 of 2? For Sibelle's freedom Judge, Seren? Defenses: Eyes narrowed, ears pinned, chin tucked, head level with spine, tail aligned with spine, shoulders rolled, hackles raised, neck scrunched, legs evenly spaced, weight evenly distributed Attacks: Stomping right paw over Cat's left paw, attempt to dig claws into webs between the toes on that foot. Moving his head to get at her right cheek, attempting to rip out a chunk of flesh. Injuries: None yet. |
