05-10-2009, 06:16 PM
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Well I had her turning to throw Avarice further from Brennt’s way, so her body would have been twisted with her face away from him, which is why I thought that he would have been attacking her flank and back, ^=^;; But face is good for when she was struggling to get away...? Sorry about that~
Oh, and while I didn’t say, there’s obviously lots of room for Brennt to do some damage to her, ^=^
500+
He came slowly, but the black fae did not move from her place. Those white eyes were locked upon the eyes of the more primitive creature, watching only his movements through her periphery. She knew that they wre different fighters, that he would not necessarily heed the nuances of her body’s posture. She knew that this creature was simply a wolf, a bigger, stronger male. But that did not mean that he was insurmountable. While the woad marked female knew the path of the wolf more than most who lived within these lands, she had adapted to the virus, making use of it to benefit what she did have. Her fighting style existed, but she must now adapt, she must remember these ancient ways. And in those few moments, watching him approach, she knew that there was nothing to remember—she simply had to let go. The Dahlian warrior knew how to do this, she knew how to let go, to be nothing and everything, to be only the wind and the earth and the water and the heavens. But she knew also how to see past the moment. And as she gazed into those yellow eyes, she could see far.
The warrior was accustom to allowing the attacker make the first move, and so she reacted quickly. He waged a dangerous battle, and she knew it when he moved to take her legs, to render her helpless and unable to escape so that he could move into make the kill. But she would not allow him to do so. With great celerity, the black female sprang over those jaws. Knowing that this predator, while larger, was very quick, she knew that she herself must act swiftly. As her front paws hit the ground, she twisted her body back, using her hind legs to move her back to the predator, her jaws open and snapping, seeking the neck. His head was low, and she could not find the soft flesh that, with a single bite, could end this battle. For a moment, she thought of Dawali who had come to warn her only yesterday. Within her mind, she frowned. This would be the time for her to end the threat he now posed to her pack. It was a shame. If only he could have let go of the past. But, knowing that he was the primitive wolf, she knew that that would not have been possible. And thus they were, battling over a pup.
Her strong jaws sought purchase in the side of his neck, in his shoulder. She made several attacks upon that area, seeking the vital areas where the muscles joined to become one, where tendons held the body together. After those several attacks had been made, the warrior leapt back, creating a distance between them that should have been enough to keep those jaws at bay. Then she moved in again, in a different place. Once she snapped at his flank before circling about. Her movements were powerful and swift, executed with a brevity before she pulled back. With this she sought to allow herself the necessary time and space to weaken her predator. Through this process it was inevitable for exhaustion to set in her own muscles, but she hoped that it would be the yellow eyed male that fell first.
Well I had her turning to throw Avarice further from Brennt’s way, so her body would have been twisted with her face away from him, which is why I thought that he would have been attacking her flank and back, ^=^;; But face is good for when she was struggling to get away...? Sorry about that~
Oh, and while I didn’t say, there’s obviously lots of room for Brennt to do some damage to her, ^=^
500+
He came slowly, but the black fae did not move from her place. Those white eyes were locked upon the eyes of the more primitive creature, watching only his movements through her periphery. She knew that they wre different fighters, that he would not necessarily heed the nuances of her body’s posture. She knew that this creature was simply a wolf, a bigger, stronger male. But that did not mean that he was insurmountable. While the woad marked female knew the path of the wolf more than most who lived within these lands, she had adapted to the virus, making use of it to benefit what she did have. Her fighting style existed, but she must now adapt, she must remember these ancient ways. And in those few moments, watching him approach, she knew that there was nothing to remember—she simply had to let go. The Dahlian warrior knew how to do this, she knew how to let go, to be nothing and everything, to be only the wind and the earth and the water and the heavens. But she knew also how to see past the moment. And as she gazed into those yellow eyes, she could see far.
The warrior was accustom to allowing the attacker make the first move, and so she reacted quickly. He waged a dangerous battle, and she knew it when he moved to take her legs, to render her helpless and unable to escape so that he could move into make the kill. But she would not allow him to do so. With great celerity, the black female sprang over those jaws. Knowing that this predator, while larger, was very quick, she knew that she herself must act swiftly. As her front paws hit the ground, she twisted her body back, using her hind legs to move her back to the predator, her jaws open and snapping, seeking the neck. His head was low, and she could not find the soft flesh that, with a single bite, could end this battle. For a moment, she thought of Dawali who had come to warn her only yesterday. Within her mind, she frowned. This would be the time for her to end the threat he now posed to her pack. It was a shame. If only he could have let go of the past. But, knowing that he was the primitive wolf, she knew that that would not have been possible. And thus they were, battling over a pup.
Her strong jaws sought purchase in the side of his neck, in his shoulder. She made several attacks upon that area, seeking the vital areas where the muscles joined to become one, where tendons held the body together. After those several attacks had been made, the warrior leapt back, creating a distance between them that should have been enough to keep those jaws at bay. Then she moved in again, in a different place. Once she snapped at his flank before circling about. Her movements were powerful and swift, executed with a brevity before she pulled back. With this she sought to allow herself the necessary time and space to weaken her predator. Through this process it was inevitable for exhaustion to set in her own muscles, but she hoped that it would be the yellow eyed male that fell first.