Never Bow Down
11-11-2013, 09:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-09-2014, 10:29 PM by Loki 1.)
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01-13-2014, 10:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-13-2014, 10:27 PM by Dægmar.)
Poison dripping off my fangs... D?gmar had finally made it to the battlefield just as the sun was beginning to set. A long day? a frustrating day. The mottled gray femme had been in a bit of a snit since her visit to Glaciem. She was all for sharing flesh and fluid but she was not put in the lands of Alacritis to pop out furry little rugrats. Pfft! Well, she'd just find her own way and perhaps it would pay off more in the end. But before she continued her search for a pack she needed a release? a physical one? something involving blood. The sounds of scuffles filtered through her auds. There seemed to be quite a few matches going on and she felt alive with the rush of it. This was a popular place to gain experience but the danger was not lost on her. Individuals fighting without the backup support of their packs could easily fall prey to the fangs of their competitors and it thrilled her, this idea of living right on the edge of grizzly fang. Grinning she was about to call out her own challenge when the scent of nearby competition caught her attention. They were very close by?.. Gracefully, like water over stone D?gmar's body flowed into a stalking position as she slunk sensuously forward to see two males in what she would call a light scuffle. It looked more like play than battle, honestly? motion caught her sight as she noticed a large pitch black brute far off to her right whip a rock right at the fighters. Ohhhh that was low? she liked this one. Licking her lips she couldn't help but grin as the jaws of one fighter latched around the face of the other. Did a fang hook an eye?.. pity? Her sharp emerald eyes looked over at the brute who was swiftly moving on his way. Now where could he be skulking off to? Not even going to bother showing his play? Brimming with curiosity she took off after this brute, not caring the least if he knew she was following him, in fact she wasn't really trying to hide the fact at all. "You know, Mr. tall, dark and anti-social, life isn't a spectator sport. You ever think of getting your paws a little bit? dirtier now and then?" Grinning she kept up her pace, curious if the male would respond or attempt to ignore her. Either way she had a feeling this game would be fun. |
ooc: edited for very silly spelling mistake in dialogue. Even changed to ever.
01-14-2014, 10:33 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-14-2014, 10:35 AM by Loki 1.)
OOC: Edited because I fail at coding. *sigh* Everything was green from like the second paragraph down. XD Anyway, sorry it was so short/sudden-ish, Lun, but I wanted to get into it before I had to get off the computer. Yay, fun, fight!
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01-16-2014, 11:20 PM
fight table was getting cut off for some reason....
Poison dripping off my fangs... Voice rippling from his throat in a sensuous purr only made D?gmar's sly grin widen. Ohhh yes? she hit the jackpot with this one. He turned to whisper in her ear and she brazenly let him. It was always possible he might attack her there and then, a cruel, brutish dolt might have but D?gmar recognized the need in him as it existed in herself. The need for the game, for the threads of the psychological to flow into the physical. Without the game and the amusement there was nothing and no point to the action. The male stopped suddenly and turned to face her. She licked her lips. Good, it was time to get this started. Already her heart was hammering in her chest as excitement shot down her spine, making her limbs tingle with anticipation. Show me what you can do, lovely. "Oh, it'll be my pleasure, charmer." D?gmar's fur stood on end, her hackles raising as she rolled her shoulders forward, scrunching her neck back to bunch the fur and flesh around her vitals. Her head tilted slightly down to help guard her throat as her jaws fell agape, practically salivating at the thought of tasting this trickster. Her stance widened as the muscles in her legs coiled for the attack. Tail down, ears tight against her skull the muscles of her face bunched in a soft snarl that was almost more of a purr. Toes splayed she tensed, a coiled spring. Ladies first?. D?gmar sprang forward, straight on at first before slipping an inch or so to her right to bring both her jaws and her left shoulder into attack position. The mottled femme's goal was to seize her jaws around the male's left foreleg, directly below the elbow and use her momentum, with another push of her hind legs, to throw him off balance. D?gmar hoped to use the natural movement of a bending elbow against her opponent. In the same motion of her head twisting in an attempt to grab his foreleg, her left shoulder would already be in position to push forward and aid her in her drive to get the lovely gentlemen in the dirt. She wanted to see just how dirty he was really willing to get? D?gmar vs Loki SPAR Round: 1 of 3 Attack: Attacking Loki head on and slightly to his left. Aiming to seize his left foreleg, directly below the elbow to use the elbows natural movement as well as her own momentum in an attempt to throw him off balance by pushing his foreleg back, causing the elbow to bend. As her head would tilt to seize his leg her left shoulder would be inline with his chest and thrust forward again for the main purpose of attempting to topple her opponent. Defenses: Fur on end/hackles raised | shoulders rolled forward | neck scrunched | head tilted slightly down | jaws agape | widened stance | tail down | ears pinned | brow wrinkled | toes splayed Injuries: none, first attack of spar |