Just A Dream
01-16-2015, 08:44 PM
What happens next is far from surprising; Kaprasíus had hoped this girl might be an easy prisoner to obtain, but he is quickly proved wrong as the orange furred woman moves to attack his cousin. She does not seem to care for the girl, but instead is consumed by her thirsty for blood -- he finds his jaws parting, a wide smirk consuming his features, tongue lashing out as he begins to salivate profusely.
His attention is only shaken from the battle that had begun to unfold when a figure moves from his left. There is no doubt in his mind that she has seen a fair number of battles. Her face is scarred and cold, and quickly he swings his head to the side to watch her.
It doesn't take long for him to realize that it is battle she wants. Her posture is threatening, and instantly he knows that he will give her the fight that she so desires -- and hopefully so much more. Quickly he raises his own defenses, mirroring her posture easily. His head dips to the earth, aligning with his spine, the flesh around his neck scrunching as he draws his neck closer to his chest. His body tenses as adrenaline begins to course through him, his lips curling and his hackles raising sharply. His tail instinctively whips out behind him, ears flattening against his skull. Finally, he adjust his posture, stiffening even further as he spreads his legs, centering his balance and letting his toes flex and dig into the soil below for added balance.
She rushes toward him from the left side, her body directly perpendicular to his own; attempting to thrust her extended left shoulder into the center of his thigh. He has little choice but to take the attack, for it comes too quickly for him to react. The rough contact leads him to stumble, his limbs giving only slightly as the force of the impact pushes him to the side a few inches before he stiffens his limbs, attempting to maintain a standing position upon the dirt. A moderate bruise blossoms from the force of impact, spreading from the center of his left thigh outward. Of course, this is not her only attack -- and the spread jaws, aiming toward his lower half cause a sudden reaction, knowing he can do little good in this position.
His back right paw aims to lift up from the earth, and he tries to swing the lower half of his body to the right, no more than 60 degrees from where he had previously stood, his throbbing hind left leg wanting to follow it in a steady motion. Though he feels her jaws grazing the base of his tail, he still attempts to pull away from her hungry grasp, his own jaws attempting to unhinge as a manic roar escapes his chest. He is overwhelmed with a kind of sudden wrath, thirsty for blood, desperate the please his gods and to show them that he was ever willing to bleed for them.
His neck attempts to twist to the left, parted jaws aiming to snap at her left side, particularly the crook where the flesh of her front left limb met the softer flesh of her lower chest. He would aim to grab hold on the flesh there, wishing to grasp the upper part of that upper front right limb, and aiming to shake his head furiously side to side, to make her suffer. How delicious her blood must taste, he thinks, as he aims to push his weight into the attack.
round 1 / 2 -- for upper front left leg maim
note: we agreed my post could be late, and sorry aly for taking so long! the next will come much quicker. feel free to skype me if there's any confusion, i'm still not feeling very well!
His attention is only shaken from the battle that had begun to unfold when a figure moves from his left. There is no doubt in his mind that she has seen a fair number of battles. Her face is scarred and cold, and quickly he swings his head to the side to watch her.
It doesn't take long for him to realize that it is battle she wants. Her posture is threatening, and instantly he knows that he will give her the fight that she so desires -- and hopefully so much more. Quickly he raises his own defenses, mirroring her posture easily. His head dips to the earth, aligning with his spine, the flesh around his neck scrunching as he draws his neck closer to his chest. His body tenses as adrenaline begins to course through him, his lips curling and his hackles raising sharply. His tail instinctively whips out behind him, ears flattening against his skull. Finally, he adjust his posture, stiffening even further as he spreads his legs, centering his balance and letting his toes flex and dig into the soil below for added balance.
She rushes toward him from the left side, her body directly perpendicular to his own; attempting to thrust her extended left shoulder into the center of his thigh. He has little choice but to take the attack, for it comes too quickly for him to react. The rough contact leads him to stumble, his limbs giving only slightly as the force of the impact pushes him to the side a few inches before he stiffens his limbs, attempting to maintain a standing position upon the dirt. A moderate bruise blossoms from the force of impact, spreading from the center of his left thigh outward. Of course, this is not her only attack -- and the spread jaws, aiming toward his lower half cause a sudden reaction, knowing he can do little good in this position.
His back right paw aims to lift up from the earth, and he tries to swing the lower half of his body to the right, no more than 60 degrees from where he had previously stood, his throbbing hind left leg wanting to follow it in a steady motion. Though he feels her jaws grazing the base of his tail, he still attempts to pull away from her hungry grasp, his own jaws attempting to unhinge as a manic roar escapes his chest. He is overwhelmed with a kind of sudden wrath, thirsty for blood, desperate the please his gods and to show them that he was ever willing to bleed for them.
His neck attempts to twist to the left, parted jaws aiming to snap at her left side, particularly the crook where the flesh of her front left limb met the softer flesh of her lower chest. He would aim to grab hold on the flesh there, wishing to grasp the upper part of that upper front right limb, and aiming to shake his head furiously side to side, to make her suffer. How delicious her blood must taste, he thinks, as he aims to push his weight into the attack.
note: we agreed my post could be late, and sorry aly for taking so long! the next will come much quicker. feel free to skype me if there's any confusion, i'm still not feeling very well!
WARNING: Kaprasíus is extremely prone to violence, including maim fights & character claiming.
Katja is also welcome in any and all of his threads, without warning.
He also has a bush viper companion named Jǫrmungandr.