let my shadows prove the sunshine
Vastra is more than ready for the fight that ensues. She welcomes it with laughter, which rages the male all the more. Perhaps in the next few moments she would realize that this - that he - is no laughing matter.
They meet with a solid collision, muscle against muscle, shuddering through their bones. His forward motion plows into her but she is smart enough to move with that motion, bringing him with her as they fell. Her hindlegs push into his pale white of his underbelly, unsheathed claws tearing into soft flesh as she aims to throw him beneath her. She is successful, thanks to the powerful leap that he had just administered, but the ferocity in the snarling male is robust and spitting compared to that cool and calm on Vastra’s expression. She’s trying to pin him, quell the anger that spins so furiously within him, but her current position only rouses the beast more.
The mountain lion thrashes angrily, especially as her jaws snap above him. Their heads dodge each other in this position, snaking back and forth to keep the other from reaching but also striking offensively. He reaches his neck forward to bite her (hopefully her neck), but his own movement was timed terribly with Vastra’s - she found an opening as he stretches forward and sinks her teeth into the portion of his skin where his neck meets his shoulder. The scream that comes from him is unearthly, the sticky and warm feeling of his blood fueling his rage.
It seems that was all he needed.
As she bites down, those large paws that were once pinned now are set free - both grab at her shoulders simultaneously, pulling her weight off of him with the help from a push of his hindlegs - flinging her to the side with a thud. Her teeth ripped a good chunk of skin out of him and as the lion rolls to stand, there is maliciousness in his eyes.
svedka
@[Vastra]