blacksilver
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Fear is the mind killer.
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Post by blacksilver on May 28, 2008 8:12:36 GMT -5
The shiver was enough, he tightened his grip harder on the brutes back. He felt a splitting pain shoot up his leg, he glanced down to see the fool attached to his leg. He dared not move for fear of breaking it, he did not need that now. He tor at the flesh on the brutes back, hoping to open up a vital vein. He stayed still except for the movement of his neck and jaws, he was careful to roll his shoulders to prevent the brute from griping his neck.
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Post by Anika on May 28, 2008 8:29:42 GMT -5
Vlademire
The massive brute knew that the male wasn't going anywhere. He was sick of the aching pain along his back and neck. After having another little taste of blood from the male's leg he let go and pulled back a little. He twisted his head again which made him wince slightly. Head slightly airy from loss of blood but mind still focussed, he locked onto his next target, the unprotected belly of Snowfire. While he was busy messing around above him he wouldn't be able to predict just where the next attack was coming from and this would leave the male in a lot of pain. Positioning his paws steadily he lunged forward and felt a little of his flesh rip slightly but it was all just dull pain now.
Jaws opened to get a nice bite out of Snowfire's soft underbelly. Once again Vlademire steadied his defences. Neck was scrunched, shoulders rolled, ears pinned, tail tucked, stance widened, eyes narrowed and fur floofed. Blood was steadily dripping onto the floor but whether it was his or the opponents he didn't know. He just wanted to show the male what happened when he messed with a Daelyn. Vlad would show no mercy and knew that the male must be getting tired. He knew the he himself would be panting if he didn't keep filling his jaws with the fool's flesh.
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blacksilver
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Fear is the mind killer.
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Post by blacksilver on May 28, 2008 8:38:07 GMT -5
[OOC: can I use my dodge now? If so here is my post, if not I will edit it.]
Snowfire felt the brute let go and pull back, now was his chance. He ripped his fangs from the brute's scruff and dodged to the right, barley missing sharp fangs aiming for his soft underbelly. He had barley escaped total disaster, he looked himself over for a second. A wide but not deep wound was stretched across his leg, another wound lay on his ribs. None felt broken, but pain seared quickly in them. His front upper leg was bleeding also, but he was pleased to see that his neck was unharmed. Now he was ready, he widened his stance and rolled his shoulders. His neck scrunched and his ears flattened, but his tail was held high. He did not care if he lost it, it was jest a tool. Besides he wanted to be winner already, he was getting bored with all this fighting. He bared his teeth and snarled, red foam oozed out, he had cut his lip with all of the snapping. He waited with anticipations for him, he hungered for the brute life blood.
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