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Demons Never Die [Meeting]



Syrinx

Loner

age
gender
Male
gems
280
size
Extra small
build
posts
188
player
06-01-2013, 11:30 AM

HUSH LITTLE BABY DON'T SAY A WORD


nevermind that noise you heard







He was quick and doing what was necessary, he would lead Valhalla to victory and this battle did not mean his sister would be condemned; no no, it meant that if he were to win, she would still be at his side. Why? Easy; she would have displayed poise and readiness to claim what was hers. A fever to fight, that was what he needed those around him to be filled with. They needed to know that those that were higher up took everything with a grain of salt and with the utmost readiness.


Where he had mass and perfect compilation, she had more agility and evasion technique. A smile curved his slavering jaws and the man pushed his body forward, falling in beside hers. As she came into a an oblong 'T' (proclaimed by chrys; ergo fine for following) the beast turned his head towards her own, after easily gliding through the end of her ear and, hopefully, severing just the end. Eyes vividly watched as her teeth raged forward, ferocious and guarded to throw themselves into his flesh. His hips turned towards her, his own left, attempting to slam into her muzzle, her jaws, and render her dazed. Simultaneously, teeth would surge forward, attempting to rip through the flesh of her mid-right rib-cage. His own left paw would move, attempting to wrap over her back, for now, there would be no time to rise over her, but there would be time to do exactly this.



Anger fueled the prodigal son and he kept his ears pressed tightly against his head, eyes narrowed in on the fleshy part of her mid-ribs, and his knees bent for an additive of balance. Weight was equally distributed between three limbs (back two and front right) Tail threw backwards, raised in alignment with his spine, shoulders threw themselves forward to surround his neck in fur, fat, and flesh. Jaws were, obviously, opened, and his body constantly pushed forward to keep his chin as lose to his chest as was conceivably possible.





Syrinx vs. Chrysanthe

for Valhalla leadership

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