Valentine, Sing Me My Lullaby {Valen}

As soon as the male had begun to roll his defenses in, the pale woman would do the same, easily rolling her body into a protective and defensive mode. Her shoulders would be the first to move, rolling forward. Then her limbs would become splayed out, her knees bent for quick and easy movements. Her toes would splay out as well and her claws would dig out into the barren earth, adding for any needed balance. Her shortened tail would align with her spine and so would her skull, her core tensing as adrenaline rushed through her veins. Her hackles would raise, the skin around the back of her neck and shoulders scrunching up to protect vital areas. Her ears would pin against her skull, her chin instinctively dipping down to protect her throat. Her jaw would unhinge in a snarl and her cheeks would bunch up around her eyes, her nose scrunching up as well to protect it from snapping jaws or flying claws. Her topaz and amethyst orbs would narrow into small slits, watching the male. Finally, her obsidian lips would pull back, revealing her poison dipped ivory fangs, her tongue skimming over them as a distinct and soft hiss rolled off of her lips.

He would come stampeding towards her head on, the woman watching almost in shock as he did so. Her brain seemed frozen for a moment, not moving her. Duck, dive, duck! But then the words would come, flooding her head for a quick escape. The woman would quickly bend down, dipping her crown low. She would barely miss his snapping jaws, his ivory daggers just inches away from her face. Instead of biting her face, the brute would have missed and clamped down onto the woman's rib cage on the right side, his daggers digging furiously into her ivory pelt.

She would snarl in pain as she felt the ripping of flesh and the warm sting of her blood being drawn, his body also slamming into her top middle backside, right in the middle of her spine. Yet, the woman faltered slightly, quickly regaining her breath as she planned her attack.

She would take the position that she was forced into as something useful, quickly swinging her head down and shoving it up with one, two, three, four! Strikes up, attempting to knock the male in the lower part of the jaw/chin area with the top of her skull/cranium, hoping to at least send him stumbling back from the possible impact.