08-07-2012, 01:17 AM
Ayita was the poor child who seemed to be missing out on the thing known as common sense. She looked at the male and even though she should run she didn't. did you think herself brave did she think herself smart? She wasn't sure what on the green earth made her stay put. She looked at him and watched he was so calm and she couldn't imagine him attacking her.
Pardon me? She asked as he said pretty. What was he talking about? She tenderly stepping a back foot backwards. he was odd and now sending the creeper vibe her way. She had no idea it was to late to run. Shewas a fly ensared in the web of a clever little spider. She could maybe take him if she had any training or skill. She was a clutz and a woman groomed for grace not battle.
These thouhts crossed her mind as a knife was swung at her. She had barely seen it. She screamed as she felt its blade run down the side of her face. She stepped back looking at him as she growled. Maybe if she could look mean he'd run off. Though he had the knife not her. She was out matched. she could alread feel the blood beginning to ooze from the wound on her pretty little Maw.
Ayita could smell the matalic blood running down her face. She was scared she had no idea what she was going to do. Backing up brought her no wear had she had any training she'd know to keep moving like him make herself a harder target. Ayita stood there watching him he was so fast and so skilled she was nothing. She was a scared little girl.
She snarled again and looked at him. She had to do something she was larger then him sheer size could out take him. It had to she had to stay alive. there was to much at stake. Snarling she snapped at him a bit as he moved around her. But watching the knife and where it was took a lot of her focus. She watched it and snarled again until his kick landed square on her ribs. her massive body made a thundering thump as his foot collided with her chest. The pain washed over her as she forced herself to turn and snap at his foot. She had to admit that hurt.
Pardon me? She asked as he said pretty. What was he talking about? She tenderly stepping a back foot backwards. he was odd and now sending the creeper vibe her way. She had no idea it was to late to run. Shewas a fly ensared in the web of a clever little spider. She could maybe take him if she had any training or skill. She was a clutz and a woman groomed for grace not battle.
These thouhts crossed her mind as a knife was swung at her. She had barely seen it. She screamed as she felt its blade run down the side of her face. She stepped back looking at him as she growled. Maybe if she could look mean he'd run off. Though he had the knife not her. She was out matched. she could alread feel the blood beginning to ooze from the wound on her pretty little Maw.
Ayita could smell the matalic blood running down her face. She was scared she had no idea what she was going to do. Backing up brought her no wear had she had any training she'd know to keep moving like him make herself a harder target. Ayita stood there watching him he was so fast and so skilled she was nothing. She was a scared little girl.
She snarled again and looked at him. She had to do something she was larger then him sheer size could out take him. It had to she had to stay alive. there was to much at stake. Snarling she snapped at him a bit as he moved around her. But watching the knife and where it was took a lot of her focus. She watched it and snarled again until his kick landed square on her ribs. her massive body made a thundering thump as his foot collided with her chest. The pain washed over her as she forced herself to turn and snap at his foot. She had to admit that hurt.