daegmar v kyarst
04-25-2015, 10:04 PM
The pain was very much evident in his lower midsection as her fangs retained their hold on his flesh. He could feel that they had worked their way deep into his core and would likely leave permanent scars in their wake. That wasn't something he could worry about in this particular moment, though, and so he would set his defenses in effort to finish this fight with every ounce of courage and strength that he had. If one thing could be said about him, it was that he wasn't a coward. His ears continued to lay plastered to his skull, more out of instinct than actual need to protect them since her jaws were aimed elsewhere. His eyes were narrow, lids wrinkled and drawn taut. His back left leg that remained on the ground (for his leg was up near his belly having previously kicked at her) was straining to retain his balance, claws gripping the earth with extreme measure. His front paws remained securely on her sides, with both sets of claws seeking purchase upon her flesh for added balance, not having been displaced as of yet by any of her movements. Tail continued to furl and unfurl behind him, adjusting as rapidly as his balance did to keep himself sure-footed. As he had lifted his back right leg to kick at her, she took advantage of him only having his back left leg on the ground and immediately went for it. It was a sensible move, and a predictable one. His front limbs felt her move at once, and he allowed his spine to tense and bend in response while hoping to keep his previous grip on her sides. He purposely tightened his core in preparation, and a split second later her shoulder would collide with his stationary back left limb. Due to her positioning below him she succeeded in colliding with his lower kneecap. Simultaneously with this bruising assault he felt his previously injured midsection begin to tear slightly as her fangs slipped with ease through his flesh. It was an inch or two at best, but enough to seriously pain the Armada and bring forth a groan from his lips. That would definitely leave a scar. His hind limb quickly tore through a bit of flesh in her shoulder before swiftly returning to the ground - he needed every bit of balance he could get. His previously arched spine and tightened core served its purpose even more so now as she seemed to have every intent of throwing him off of her. How she might do that with her low vantage point he wasn't sure, but she was certainly giving it a seriously good try. He would purposely slacken his foreleg grip on her sides, hoping to allow himself to slide back a bit as both back legs bent to absorb her momentum and keep him from falling completely on his side. Just at this moment he found his fangs finding purchase upon her spine - in a different area than expected and desired, but a good one nevertheless. His upper fangs found the right side of her spine while his bottom found the left. In an instant - and while she was attempting to throw him off and he was fighting her with his bent back legs - he would seek to tighten his jaws upon the flesh he'd managed to grab, simultaneously grinding his fangs in hopes of causing a large amount of pain and perhaps a jagged and messy wound. Hey, she deserved it for taking her hold so close to his most precious of parts. “speak,” |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.