09-17-2009, 07:25 PM
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Powerplay, let me know if you want it changed o:
#$%&*For a time the only sounds to be heard were the rustle of leaves as the bough shifted under his weight, the sound of his own breath, quick yet light, and the occasional tweet of a songbird nearby. But then there came a low rumble and the hybrid stopped mid-crunch immediately. His black velvet nose wriggled intensely and one ear twitched--there was something remarkably familiar about her scent, but as it was no longer affiliated with Dahlia he had trouble matching it with a face. He reached up with his hands and grasped the branch firmly, swinging his legs off and whirling about quickly, just in time to see her coming at him full speed.
#$%&*He caught the metallic glint immediately and nearly panicked before registering the bluntness of the object--he wasn't being chased with a sword again. His ruby gaze locked with her emeralds and recognition sank in. He held her gaze even as her arm lifted, and he whirled quickly around the trunk of the tree just as the club came crashing down to pummel the earth where he'd stood. Before she could lift it fully to take another swing, he reached out with his left hand to secure the shaft before gripping the bulbous end in his right. It served as a handle of sorts and he gave it a good firm yank, figuring the cylindrical end would slip out of her hands easily--either that or she'd go toppling towards him, but at least she wouldn't be able to swing at him any more. If that were the case he could just back up further.
#$%&*"Chill out," he commanded in a hiss, rising to his full height and glowering down at her. He couldn't exactly blame her for being angry, of course, and he made no move to attack in retaliation... yet. Thus far there was no harm, no foul--but he sincerely hoped that she understood that if she moved to attack with teeth or claws, he'd be forced to defend himself.
Powerplay, let me know if you want it changed o:
#$%&*For a time the only sounds to be heard were the rustle of leaves as the bough shifted under his weight, the sound of his own breath, quick yet light, and the occasional tweet of a songbird nearby. But then there came a low rumble and the hybrid stopped mid-crunch immediately. His black velvet nose wriggled intensely and one ear twitched--there was something remarkably familiar about her scent, but as it was no longer affiliated with Dahlia he had trouble matching it with a face. He reached up with his hands and grasped the branch firmly, swinging his legs off and whirling about quickly, just in time to see her coming at him full speed.
#$%&*He caught the metallic glint immediately and nearly panicked before registering the bluntness of the object--he wasn't being chased with a sword again. His ruby gaze locked with her emeralds and recognition sank in. He held her gaze even as her arm lifted, and he whirled quickly around the trunk of the tree just as the club came crashing down to pummel the earth where he'd stood. Before she could lift it fully to take another swing, he reached out with his left hand to secure the shaft before gripping the bulbous end in his right. It served as a handle of sorts and he gave it a good firm yank, figuring the cylindrical end would slip out of her hands easily--either that or she'd go toppling towards him, but at least she wouldn't be able to swing at him any more. If that were the case he could just back up further.
#$%&*"Chill out," he commanded in a hiss, rising to his full height and glowering down at her. He couldn't exactly blame her for being angry, of course, and he made no move to attack in retaliation... yet. Thus far there was no harm, no foul--but he sincerely hoped that she understood that if she moved to attack with teeth or claws, he'd be forced to defend himself.