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01-20-2017, 06:09 PM
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tinker tailor soldier sailor rich man poor man beggar man thief.
Impact. It was a feeling both loved and hated - the crash of another body unto your own was commonly coldly received to say the least when it was from a stranger and so unwelcome. However when it was from the body of a friend, a loved one; a long embrace after time spent away, it was magic. A touch of skin-unto-skin and the feeling of a lovers bones beside yours was a feeling most indescribable. How Ru received the slam from his quartet of horns was something he could only grunt at; it had not held his desired effect, not in the slightest, plus the kick he’d shy dodged on exit was less than welcome. The pearls and droplets of sanguine wine that fell from the gash inflicted upon her croup was satisfaction enough, however; Especially when the potent mixture of iron and ruby began to cascade from the lances that had struck her and, like raindrops, began to litter his face with gruesome smears of ichor. Next came a feral grin - the kind that remained unaccompanied by his eyes. It was one not held upon his countenance for long. Within a matter of seconds, the woman was springing upon him once again with a jab from her fearsome pennon, one filled with strong whip-like feathers. The flutter and WHOOSH of her wing’s approach gave the gelding ample time to react, his head ducking low with an urgent swoop of his own… right into the awaiting jaws of the raptor. Her awaiting bite should have been anticipated - a strong, calculated shot on her part and it was with instant regret and a short-lived cry of pain that Toulouse wrenched away from the teeth of the bronze warrior. AGH! Such a brutish bite! Any would think her teeth sharper than the fangs he himself possessed with such a fearsome grip. The incision left upon his neck was one Ru should be proud of and one that would most certainly scar. Bruised, sunken and haemorrhaging teeth marks now stamped the higher left side of his neck - another to add to his growing collection. By now the sleuth had sprung away, his gait taking him strides away from the woman and slinking tall, chest puffed and proud. Crooning his concentrated gaze towards his opponent and spinning his dock to his side, the serpent gave a great, taunting jeer towards the pegasus which was accompanied by nothing other than a gigantic stomp. It hurt to move his shoulder now that it had collected quite a nasty wound and to say it dampened the spirit of his taunt was somewhat of an understatement - it hurt. Badly. “COME ON!” Did he use his words, his screams and wind-song as a remedy for that searing pain? A scream, a chant of pure nepenthe. Was it an attempt to whelve and shelve suffering? Past and present, just this moment he needed to emerge victorious. Already his best asset (that of cunning and stealth) had been used on his opponent - she would anticipate a trick; of this he had no doubts. She was not one who easily burst or discombobulated under the pressure of battle and perhaps he admired her focus incredibly, for he himself was quite the mess. It was the anguish of the fighter’s last attack on his neck that drove him forwards. There was too much fight, spirit and energy left within him to simply stop because the pain built. The desert born blood within his veins allowed him the extra strength to continue, and with one great leap only an Akhal's legs might allow, Toulouse pounced. Toulouse endeavoured to land beside the woman, trying to rule his spine parallel to her own as he landed from his vital leap. Not a moment after landing the brute attempted a step in front of the woman so he might collect her forelegs out from under should she try to escape, and thenceforth proceeding to try to latch his fangs onto the crest of her neck, trying with all his might to hold that vital muscle between his fangs and his lower jaw. -------- 3/3 - 690 words. nooo i love her! <3 summary; Toulou dodges Ru's kick, smiles for like a second and then dodges the jab from her wing only to run right into her bite! Takes a nasty bruised, gnarly bite on his neck and rushes away, then taunts her with a shout and a taunt before he springs forward and attempts to land beside her, then tries to step in front of her in the hopes of tripping her - then attempts to clamp his teefs around the crest of her neck. @Ru |
I AM THE KEY TO THE LOCK IN YOUR HOUSE—
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
