Devil's Playground
06-27-2015, 01:10 AM
Amber eyes burned into her blue ones. Chest puffing out. He couldn't be more proud of her. He knew she would remain faithful, sure that she knew the consequences for betraying him would be dire. However, there had to be another reason other then the thought of suffering such consequences. And even then, if something had been done in his absence, the one it was done with would find his blood spilled over the ground and his head decapitated. So in a way, it was good that she had remained faithful to him. Though he couldn't say the same, it was who he was. He was the monarch, the dominant one. He did as he pleased, but she knew this when they met. Through this, he would not speak. Simply nod when she finished speaking. She knew him well. And hopefully, she would learn from this combative experience. He set his defenses as she did so, wondering how she would start off in their first battle against one another. He was a seasoned fighter, and he figured this would be her first fight. She was much too sweet, her body bearing no scars besides what he had given to her. Promptly, the veteran set himself ready. Ears flattened to his skull, eyes narrowed, hackles began to rise, muscles tensed, his toes spread, claws digging into the ground for traction, his head lowered over his throat and aligned with his spine. His tail lashed behind him before steadying to flag out behind him, aligning with his head and spine and to act as a rudder. Finally, he bent his knees and elbows to lower his center of gravity, the beasts center of gravity steadied throughout all four limbs. Lastly, his teeth bared in a devilish snarling grin, a final bark releasing from his maw as she came at him. She pushed off, charging towards him. And in turn, a low rumbling chuckle escaped his lips as he braced himself. She was much smaller then he, and surely there would be an advantage on his part, though he wouldn't demean her attempts. He allowed her grasp around his neck, the creature's lowered body allowing this to happen. Her forelegs wrapped around him like she had hoped, and her teeth seeking his own muzzle would be in vain. He shot his head forward, her teeth grasping onto the side of his neck instead of his face. Embedded into his skin, just below his head on the right side of his neck, bite wounds an inch or so deep would be made, while he would attempt his own move. Promptly, he'd lift himself to his full height. Hoping to perhaps lift her off of her feet and completely unbalance her. Then, his head struck towards the back of her neck on her right side. Maw opening wide and he attempted to strike and bite down on the back of her neck just behind her head. He strove to grip her there, perhaps gain control of her head. Should he attain it, perhaps he'd shake her a little like a rag doll before dropping her. To remind her as well, that she belonged to him and only him. And that he was not to be underestimated. He said after all, that he would not go easy. As he attempted this, his right foreleg shot forward, and up, to try and hook around her right forepaw, to hug it close to his body in an attempt to further disable her movement. During this, he'd redistribute his weight on his other legs. Sin vs Arietta Round 1/2 Speech, |
