LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Lyndvarr's opponent would dart forward and the two would clash. The front of Lynd's shoulder slammed into the front of Max's left shoulder causing moderate bruising to blossom on Lynd's own shoulder from the shared impact. The snowy male winced in pain. His fangs would miss and instead land on the upper left side of Max's neck taking hold a few inches back from the dark man's ears.
Max's jaws would sneak down and bite into the outside of Lyndvarr's upper left arm, right above the elbow leaving moderate puncture wounds and spilling his blood. Pain shivered down his spine in a mix that not only hurt but thrilled him. Lyndvarr quickly reset his defenses. Ears remained pinned, eyes stayed narrowed and hackles were still standing on end. Lyndvarr's neck scrunched back, his shoulders rolling forward as he spread his limbs equidistant to evenly distribute his weight. Toes splayed, claws digging into the earth for added stability if the other male should try to unbalance him. Limbs bent slightly, lowering his center of gravity as his tail moved to align with his spine.
Suddenly Lyndvarr released his hold on Max's neck and Lynd shifted his own neck slightly to his own left, changing targets as he dove for a higher position on the underside of Max's left-sided neck. Lynd aimed for his upper fangs to pierce flesh a few inches below the base of Max's left ear while his lower fangs sought to dig into the underside of the older man's throat just between the corners of the man's jaws. Lynd hoped for a powerful grip to choke out his opponent and bring an end to the battle.
In addition to his bite Lyndvarr attempted to twist his body to his own left, weight shifting to his back legs and left front leg as he tried to throw the front of his right shoulder into the underside of Max's neck right at the base in front of the shoulders in an effort to stun the man and maybe make him choke.
