06-18-2009, 11:12 AM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... /raven.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; border:1px solid black;"> Yarr! Word Count: 605 His attack was a success, although it did not last very long. Dawali had seemingly hit a lucky spot, for though it seemed for a moment that he had met resistance, the beast quickly fell below him, and Dawali had the upper hand. However, now that he had it, he did not know what to do with it. Adrenaline rushed through his system, and he placed his legs on the floor when he could, biting wildly. He remembered seeing a bloody nape and shoulder in the lightning flash, and his maw sought those places in the darkness, unsure of what he hit and where on the enemy it was. Dawali would not keep the upper hand for long - that much he knew. He found flesh, and where he did he bit down on it until he tasted blood, and if the hold would last he shook his head about before moving to the next spot - wishing to inflict as much pain as possible, still uncertain how to best the animal. The other found balance and soon they changed position, the beast again roaring over him. His attacks were as wild as Dawali's had been, and often enough he hit nothing at all. Bites to his ears and shoulders and nape and chest gave him new fresh pain, although Dawali did not have time to consider them more than registering that they were there. His legs were busy maintaining as much distance between them as possible, and when the beast suddenly threw himself off the attack and chose distance, the pattern was obvious. He was tired - as was Dawali, but the pack leader was not suffering from as many and as severe wounds as his opponent, except perhaps the deep lash in his shoulder, which, he noticed, was bleeding heavily. A flash of light spread through the room and repeating itself two or three times, enough to let Dawali judge the condition of his adversary. In that fresh moment of silence, where the two breathed and that was all, another flash of light washed over him, although it was not in the physical world. He was a medic - he knew which parts of the body that did more or less to maintain life. If he could cut the beast's flow of fresh blood to the head, he would surely die with time. He could likely survive another attack of the same character as the previous - he could wait for death to slowly claim the beast. Dawali Amara was a patient male, after all. Now laden with determination, and a goal to strive for, Dawali lowered his head and growled menacingly, before taking slow steps to his left - circling his prey. Then, silently, he leapt at the other. His muscles were working with his determination now, and this time he could keep his balance if he played his cards well, despite the damaged shoulder. Teeth met fur at the side of Brennt's neck and parts of his throat, and the two spun around with the impact. Dawali shook his head and the contents of his mouth, tearing at every single thing that would be between the two sets of teeth, and likely in the close vicinity of it as well. He was not satisfied before a rush of blood which could only mean success suddenly gushed into his mouth. Another shake, and Dawali let the other go - the more activity he could let the other do, the faster he would die. He would be served the upper hand on a silver platter - willingly, this time. For the last time. |