Right in the Kisser

As the woman slipped passed them and the impact he had been expecting and bracing forward never came he couldn't help but let out a gasp that quickly transformed into a snarl. He moved to follow her, to twist his body around and not allow her to get the upper hand on his unprotected side. Tail would swiftly flow under him, protecting his underbelly and special areas from her teeth should she get so far. His teeth would slice along her side, but failed to achieve the hold he wanted. Blue eyes would narrow and ears would press back as his lips curled dangerously. He'd watch her, as if in slow motion, flowing passed him as his own momentum pushed him forward. The impact that he hadn't been expecting hit his gut, nearly knocking the wind from him as the shoulder crashed into the tender area between his ribs and his right hock. A bruise would form there, deep and painful, tender, but not too severe.

But good things seemed to come from the pain, the impact would help him twist around, evading her teeth. His hind end would stumble at the hit, twisting out of her reach but not by much. He breathed a breath of relief as her teeth clipped air, and he'd growl, coiling up his muscles in the milaseconds it took for all this to happen. His hind legs would bend, bracing as toes and nails dug into the earth. With a savage growl he'd lung, aiming for her own rear end that had flowed passed him. He hoped to colide his chest with her right back limb, hoping his momentum would drive the wide flat of his chest directly into her hind end, directly across the outter thigh of her right back limb. Gaping jaws would aim, hopefully with more precision this time, towards her tail bone, hoping to dig in with a solid grip and cause pain to this sensitive area. In all this time his balance would remain strong, at a good shoulder width apart, and his shoulders rolled forward to protect his precious neck. His under neck would remain out of reach, with how close he hoped to be to her leg and reaching, there wouldn't be a way for her to sink her teeth under. His fur would remain on end, his muscles tight and ready for whatever she had for him.

Arcus v Esti
Round 2 of 2
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