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10-29-2013, 01:13 PM
Midas take away the pain inflicted on me, the hunger you're letting me feed
She came, to the left—he adjusted frame to angle as such, and took note when slight change of direction was made. To the right! Too late to protect his upper shoulder blade from a smart nip, but not too late for jaws to swing round and attempt at landing an open mouth strike of his own along her backend portion. She slithered behind, rear jumped up with hindfeet snapping in the direction partner fled.Leaning sideways after landing from the kick, Midas twisted right. She had paused, he did not—body shot forward to meet her slightly taller frame. Rising up when distance had been closed, wings extended and thrust inward to attempt at flogging contact across upper portion. Daggers stuck air, each a dangerous weapon that had the potential to strike her. Rear leveled itself and found a balanced position to uphold bulk and any force that came against it. Neck remains tucked to protect throatlatch. |
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