06-15-2009, 10:35 PM
The two continued their close-quarters combat, her teeth marking the beast's flesh, the beasts teeth marking hers. The predator's shoulders were bloodied, as was the nape of its neck...she had sought peripheral targets which made grabbing her difficult. Her attacks were more careful, taking the larger wolf's battle preferences into account, playing against his strengths. Nonetheless, the male was powerful of body, and though she scored many hits, he was slow to wear down. She was more skillful, but her foe's physical superiority made a good counter-point to her advanced training and fore-planning.
She bit into the predator's shoulder once more, and it could feel the appendage was beginning to weaken. No more strafing and dodging. It wanted to get close and remain close to her. Fang or fang and claw for claw, it was a stronger wolf, and if it kept her in one place and prevented her from coming it at strange angles and retreating after her attacks, it would kill her easily. Turning in against her last attack, it reared up as her claws slid along its flank, drawing blood. Wrenched free of her fangs, it landed the substantial front half of its mass onto her back, and swung its hips away from her jaws. This wasn't completely successful, as it didn't have enough speed or forward push, hanging from her side, to push her onto the ground and deliver a killing blow. Instead, the predator sought the nape of her neck with its jaws, and dug in as deep as it could. She was strong for her size, it could feel the muscle bulging against its teeth. Despite the brutality of the grip of its teeth, the hold of its forelegs on her body was tenuous, and she was able to escape it.
Fur came away in its teeth as she managed to scramble out of its hold, blood was now fresh on its fangs too, just as on hers. It wanted to keep after her, but it had stumbled upon landing from her back--its right shoulder had suffered a twinge of pain, she had scored deeply there--and she had easily evaded its reach. The beast stared into her cold, white eyes, and met them with a feral fire alight within its own. The horizon was split, the ominous darkness of the storm at her back and the red blaze of dusk at his. They were beneath the meeting of two borders, both extremely temporary. Would dusk cease before the storm? The woods were beneath the shadow of the storm, just outside the reach of the sinking sun. The houses behind the beast were bathed in vibrant color, alight with the fire of the day's final glory. The predator lunged.
She bit into the predator's shoulder once more, and it could feel the appendage was beginning to weaken. No more strafing and dodging. It wanted to get close and remain close to her. Fang or fang and claw for claw, it was a stronger wolf, and if it kept her in one place and prevented her from coming it at strange angles and retreating after her attacks, it would kill her easily. Turning in against her last attack, it reared up as her claws slid along its flank, drawing blood. Wrenched free of her fangs, it landed the substantial front half of its mass onto her back, and swung its hips away from her jaws. This wasn't completely successful, as it didn't have enough speed or forward push, hanging from her side, to push her onto the ground and deliver a killing blow. Instead, the predator sought the nape of her neck with its jaws, and dug in as deep as it could. She was strong for her size, it could feel the muscle bulging against its teeth. Despite the brutality of the grip of its teeth, the hold of its forelegs on her body was tenuous, and she was able to escape it.
Fur came away in its teeth as she managed to scramble out of its hold, blood was now fresh on its fangs too, just as on hers. It wanted to keep after her, but it had stumbled upon landing from her back--its right shoulder had suffered a twinge of pain, she had scored deeply there--and she had easily evaded its reach. The beast stared into her cold, white eyes, and met them with a feral fire alight within its own. The horizon was split, the ominous darkness of the storm at her back and the red blaze of dusk at his. They were beneath the meeting of two borders, both extremely temporary. Would dusk cease before the storm? The woods were beneath the shadow of the storm, just outside the reach of the sinking sun. The houses behind the beast were bathed in vibrant color, alight with the fire of the day's final glory. The predator lunged.