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OOC: Home sick = spree apparently. As usual, you can pick whether or not her fangs got him. <3
Ciara growled as her mate laughed at and taunted her. Beneath her mottled fur the girl was blushing darkly, embarrassed of her folly and the ridiculous display of her rolling over. She shook out her fur as he circled her and glared, her earthen eyes narrowed to slits as she watched him, careful to never have her back turned to him. Each turn Augustus made was matched with a quick jump and repositioning of her paws so she could stand off with him, her snarl not as soundless as his. No, hers was rather venomous, fueled by all of the frustration she felt not just with him, but with the Saunders bitch. She forced herself to forget that this was her mate and pretend it was a larger version of the dog instead.
The air around them seemed to grow thick with tension as she ignored his taunt other than the growling, and watched him move. She studied him while remaining alert, looking for weak spots or places that he wasn’t defending. Her mate was much larger than she, and that meant that she could sneak in and dart back faster than he could. She might even be able to beat him to the bite and dart backwards again before his fangs gained purchase on her skin. Some ingrained instinct told her not to strike first, but to wait him out and see what his plan of attack was.
She had to stare cooly at him for a few moments before the predicted attack came. Her heart did a strange little leap as his large form pounced towards her again, but this time she was ready. As he flew towards her, Ciara twisted her lithe body so she was just out of the way of his fangs. She noticed that when he lunged at her, he left the back of his neck exposed. She wouldn’t be strong enough to pin him down, but a sharp bite to that area would at least surprise him enough for her to attack. She lunged down at the spot in the milliseconds of Augustus’ attack, and snapped her fangs, hoping to grab the skin and maybe a bit of fur to scare him.
As soon as Augustus pounced away again she snarled and paced on the spot, making sure to face forward all the time. Her mate was quick to anger, she knew this, and assumed the dog-bitch would be too. Lifting her front paw she lurched forward and stabbed at his side with her fore-leg, snapping her fangs at the air in an attempt to irritate him into attacking again. The next time she’d know her target, the back of his neck, and if she shocked him by gaining purchase she’d go for his legs next. Her bites of course were only hard enough to show that she knew what she was doing, for she would never hurt her mate.
So long as they played this game rather like fencing she would be fine, but if he decided to use his size and strength against her, she’d have no chance.
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