05-10-2009, 08:20 PM
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Everything’s fine with me, ^=^
500+
The warrior had met with marginal success, her attacks ripping open the flesh of the predator with whom she had engaged in battle. But regardless of the depth or shallowness of each penetrating strike, the stamina of the male did not seem to become deterred. He did not seem to respond to the pain of those wounds, and so she knew that adrenalin and instinct were far stronger than the pull of pain and death. She herself had experienced such a thing several times, but her own adrenalin levels had not grown high enough to yet achieve what this yellow eyed male had achieved. Because she had never engaged in such a way with this male, the warrior was not sure whether this meant that the end of that adrenalin rush was near or whether those adrenalin levels would able to be sustained. She hoped that it would be the former, but she could not count on that hope to win this battle. Time would not allow it, and her leaking blood would certainly not allow it.
Of the many wounds inflicted upon her body, the one upon her collar held her too him. His force allowed for him to force them both upon their hind legs. She knew that if she remained in that position for long, he would have the upper hand. And she was already moving, instinctually escaping from that dangerous position. As she pulled away, her flesh was torn in his teeth, but it was not deep enough for the flow of blood to differ greatly from the darkness that already made wet her fur. A whine that quickly melded into a snarl sounded from the black fae as she continued that strategy that had allowed her that minimal success. And despite her greater wounds and her greater loss of blood, her attacks seemed to be effective. And yet, she thought she noticed a change in the male, as if he were learning. It was strange that such a slow mind could be so quick and keen, like a blade suddenly sharpened. He was able to inflict upon her many superficial wounds. While a single of those wounds was nothing, together they accumulated to something far greater and crippling.
Suddenly, he moved against her, rushing her with unexpected speed and force. The black warrior attempted to react, but it was as if he had planned for the prevention of her leap. With a sharp snarl, the smaller female had to take that lunge head on. She knew that if she were to fail this attack, the battle would be over with her blood upon the earth. A full rush of adrenalin burst through her veins, and she hoped that it would be enough, would give her enough strength to stop the seeming juggernaut force that was thrown at her. It would have to be enough. The woad marked fae tucked her head in at an angle to protect the soft part of her throat. The harder exterior of her neck was exposed to his jaws, and while it was hard, she knew that it would not be impossible for him to crush it. Her own jaws opened to grab at the flesh of his chest, to rip the muscles there if only to deter him. Her hind legs were planted in the ground in an attempt to force them both upon their hind legs once more. But from there—she did not know what would happen.
Everything’s fine with me, ^=^
500+
The warrior had met with marginal success, her attacks ripping open the flesh of the predator with whom she had engaged in battle. But regardless of the depth or shallowness of each penetrating strike, the stamina of the male did not seem to become deterred. He did not seem to respond to the pain of those wounds, and so she knew that adrenalin and instinct were far stronger than the pull of pain and death. She herself had experienced such a thing several times, but her own adrenalin levels had not grown high enough to yet achieve what this yellow eyed male had achieved. Because she had never engaged in such a way with this male, the warrior was not sure whether this meant that the end of that adrenalin rush was near or whether those adrenalin levels would able to be sustained. She hoped that it would be the former, but she could not count on that hope to win this battle. Time would not allow it, and her leaking blood would certainly not allow it.
Of the many wounds inflicted upon her body, the one upon her collar held her too him. His force allowed for him to force them both upon their hind legs. She knew that if she remained in that position for long, he would have the upper hand. And she was already moving, instinctually escaping from that dangerous position. As she pulled away, her flesh was torn in his teeth, but it was not deep enough for the flow of blood to differ greatly from the darkness that already made wet her fur. A whine that quickly melded into a snarl sounded from the black fae as she continued that strategy that had allowed her that minimal success. And despite her greater wounds and her greater loss of blood, her attacks seemed to be effective. And yet, she thought she noticed a change in the male, as if he were learning. It was strange that such a slow mind could be so quick and keen, like a blade suddenly sharpened. He was able to inflict upon her many superficial wounds. While a single of those wounds was nothing, together they accumulated to something far greater and crippling.
Suddenly, he moved against her, rushing her with unexpected speed and force. The black warrior attempted to react, but it was as if he had planned for the prevention of her leap. With a sharp snarl, the smaller female had to take that lunge head on. She knew that if she were to fail this attack, the battle would be over with her blood upon the earth. A full rush of adrenalin burst through her veins, and she hoped that it would be enough, would give her enough strength to stop the seeming juggernaut force that was thrown at her. It would have to be enough. The woad marked fae tucked her head in at an angle to protect the soft part of her throat. The harder exterior of her neck was exposed to his jaws, and while it was hard, she knew that it would not be impossible for him to crush it. Her own jaws opened to grab at the flesh of his chest, to rip the muscles there if only to deter him. Her hind legs were planted in the ground in an attempt to force them both upon their hind legs once more. But from there—she did not know what would happen.