we're young and reckless
03-29-2015, 10:36 AM
His strength was undeniable as he collided with her, keeping his hold on her neck with more force than she had expected. Still she struggled to maintain her own bite that she'd placed on the right side of his neck. Her tail remained lashed out behind her while she aimed to keep her paws spread, her toes digging into the earth for traction. He pushed forward, intending to make her lose her balance and again she would temporarily, feeling his bite deepen into more of an actual bite than just a hold; was that blood she felt, trickling down her fur? The pressure of his body against her own sent her stumbling backwards slightly. She felt her eyes narrowing as she finally moved to release her hold on the skin of his chest. Instead, she would aim to duck her head a bit lower. Her jaws unhinged as she tried to lower her skull, wanting to grasp at the upper section of his right foreleg, If successful, she hoped the bite would knock him off balance, but his steadily tightening bite on her neck made it difficult to tug her head much lower and she felt the soreness begin to ebb through her body as a light trickle of blood stained her white coat. Round 2 / 2 for regular spar |