Millions of years, where it all began

Jaden Ohanzee · 02-29-2012, 03:42 PM

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Tackle attempt >.> message me with changes if necessary. Words – 500+

No sooner had his opponent recovered did Jaden recover as well. His breath came easy and his vision cleared. The energy of battle, his and that of the wolves around him, gave him a feeling of absolute clarity. He could admire the finest details and the cruelest strengths of his enemy while she taunted him. His metal was eternally present in its defense, failing to falter and as hard as the glare he held the dark woman in. The white eyes that glared back defiantly looked crazed, angry, and ready to tare the male wolf into tiny pieces. They made him weary of her attacks. He flinched at her second fake then bared his teeth and growled lowly. Her taunts had some effect on him as he circled around her, still watching for a weakness in her seemingly perfect stance, but not enough to distract him from her kicks when the finally came. He squared his gauntlets and shoulders against the oncoming impact, drawing a foot back to keep his balance and absorb it.

An instant before the strike landed, a hostile projectile smashed into Jaden’s lower back and jarred one of his cracked ribs. This sent an incredible amount of pain tearing up his spine. The armored man arched back, letting the unforeseen pain push its own path and contort his muscles as it saw fit. His block lost its power and barely managed to guard against one of the kicks. The shock of it painfully absorbed by his elbows instead the whole of his muscular frame as intended. The second kick passed right over the gauntlets and hit his chest. It took his breath but didn’t stun the muscles like before.

Rage then broke Jaden’s previously battle-calm mind. He lost a fair bit more ground as he stumbled back a few steps from the kick and it angered him. He knew he could stand his own against this white eyed, dark furred demon if only they were on level terms. Because of her sneaking, and now some other canine’s help, he was loosing this battle. She was taunting him as well and now it angered him. A hot energy replaced nearly all his reasonable mind, one that demanded to be set free in the form of terrible violence. It felt too soon since his last killing that the wander wanted another’s blood, but the lust consumed him. In that moment he lost his concerns about the others in his group or avoiding injury to himself. The dark wolf tried a fake of his own before charging and tried to catch his target unaware. The grass ripped and tore at the power he pushed against it with. He lead with his gauntlets up and guarding against strikes to his head and throat, about the only thing his instincts told him would stop his onslaught outright. The man approached like a brick wall and put all the power he could into the few steps between them. He intended to smash into her, force her to the ground and crumble down with all his weight. He would try to restrain her limbs with a powerful, rage-fueled grip and leave the rest to their ravenous fangs. He would leave his muscled shoulders open and make them look vulnerable. He would tuck his chin to protect his throat from the other’s fangs. If he could get that far, he would tear at what ever she was unable to defend from him and savor the female’s blood.

Jaden does. "Jaden speaks." Jaden thinks.

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