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The pied brute was as still as the other as he waited. Like that snake coiled within the earth, he waited. And his laughter was its hiss of warning. The black eyes that were as flat as that cold blooded reptile were unmoving, locked upon the hidden eyes that surely lay beneath that cloth. A pink tongue flickered out to taste the cold air and to tease the black lips that harbored the white teeth. He wondered what that blood would taste like, what it would tell him. He wanted to feel that hold, thick liquid in his jaws, flowing into him as the heart of the other betrayed him by pushing it forth. It was that betrayal of the self that intrigued the brute so, and perhaps he would have it today. He would have it today. And what of the coyote if he killed him? Or what if he were killed? The black orbs did not miss the hands that hid within that coat. What did they do in there beside hide from the rain? But these were trifle things. And if one were to die, they would die in the rain with their blood tainted by the earth. And if they lived...? The earth would be tainted in turn.
The moment was drawn out as the brute became stone, his torso only scarcely shifting as it rose and fell with his breathing. But he was not disappointed by the blindfolded thing. That thing finally moved, finally came to dance with the night. A sneer split his jaws as they parted, that smile almost maniacle as his form instinctively shifted to that fighting stance. With his knees slightly bent and his fists lifted, the black orbs inviting the attack of the other, drawing him in with his silence. And the smaller male was quick as he shifted, gaining footing in the loose earth and propelling himself. The male did not move from his place as if those claws rooted him to the spot, but his body moved back and forth, back and forth, in that ever ready rhythm of war. But the coyote did not come directly at him, moving off to the side and behind. And the male simply waited, allowing the other to come. And perhaps he waited a little too long.
A breath was released from that foreign throat, an exhalation that brought some strange precision to his movement. His already moving body pulled only his hips back, moving his body enough to withdraw from the coyote’s claws. But the Korean felt a single hook take his flesh, cutting and narrowly missing that deep scar upon his ribs. A soft growl like thunder ripped the air, but it was almost like a laughter. And then he was moving. The shadowed figure seemed to slide forward as he pursued that thing, and he was as quick and fleeting as the darkness. That empty gaze watched only the other’s face as he moved, his steeled, lean form closing in. Bringing his two fists together, he twisted them out, blocking from both sides the possible strikes from his opponents fist as he kicked low, then high, and in the middle with such speed, force and balance that the air almost whistled. But perhaps the other was just as quick and strong. He didn’t know. And it made this dance amusing.
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The pied brute was as still as the other as he waited. Like that snake coiled within the earth, he waited. And his laughter was its hiss of warning. The black eyes that were as flat as that cold blooded reptile were unmoving, locked upon the hidden eyes that surely lay beneath that cloth. A pink tongue flickered out to taste the cold air and to tease the black lips that harbored the white teeth. He wondered what that blood would taste like, what it would tell him. He wanted to feel that hold, thick liquid in his jaws, flowing into him as the heart of the other betrayed him by pushing it forth. It was that betrayal of the self that intrigued the brute so, and perhaps he would have it today. He would have it today. And what of the coyote if he killed him? Or what if he were killed? The black orbs did not miss the hands that hid within that coat. What did they do in there beside hide from the rain? But these were trifle things. And if one were to die, they would die in the rain with their blood tainted by the earth. And if they lived...? The earth would be tainted in turn.
The moment was drawn out as the brute became stone, his torso only scarcely shifting as it rose and fell with his breathing. But he was not disappointed by the blindfolded thing. That thing finally moved, finally came to dance with the night. A sneer split his jaws as they parted, that smile almost maniacle as his form instinctively shifted to that fighting stance. With his knees slightly bent and his fists lifted, the black orbs inviting the attack of the other, drawing him in with his silence. And the smaller male was quick as he shifted, gaining footing in the loose earth and propelling himself. The male did not move from his place as if those claws rooted him to the spot, but his body moved back and forth, back and forth, in that ever ready rhythm of war. But the coyote did not come directly at him, moving off to the side and behind. And the male simply waited, allowing the other to come. And perhaps he waited a little too long.
A breath was released from that foreign throat, an exhalation that brought some strange precision to his movement. His already moving body pulled only his hips back, moving his body enough to withdraw from the coyote’s claws. But the Korean felt a single hook take his flesh, cutting and narrowly missing that deep scar upon his ribs. A soft growl like thunder ripped the air, but it was almost like a laughter. And then he was moving. The shadowed figure seemed to slide forward as he pursued that thing, and he was as quick and fleeting as the darkness. That empty gaze watched only the other’s face as he moved, his steeled, lean form closing in. Bringing his two fists together, he twisted them out, blocking from both sides the possible strikes from his opponents fist as he kicked low, then high, and in the middle with such speed, force and balance that the air almost whistled. But perhaps the other was just as quick and strong. He didn’t know. And it made this dance amusing.