08-10-2019, 09:20 AM
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As she dives out to the right she takes a moment to calculate her attack, her eyes staring at his leg. She didn't have much time before her opportunity passes and so she takes her chance and jumps at his front leg. Her mouth wraps around his leg, just below the knee joint, and internally she is screaming with joy at the correct grasp.
Unexpectedly the stag pulls himself to a halt, and though she was initially able to grasp onto him with her teeth she didn't have to fight a battle of staying onto the moving leg. <i> Why does he make it so easy? </i> But regardless his tactic she hasn't a moment to spare and her teeth quickly pierce through the thick of his skin.
She can nearly feel the blood pulsing through his leg, and if she hadn't reminded herself it was just a battle she might have considered enjoying a meal. Alas, it was a battle, and she sinks her teeth further into his leg, she can feel his bone now. She had only ever attacked deer and it surprised her how thick the equine leg truly was.
It seemed to be only a few breaths that her mouth grasped his leg, and before she knew it the ebony equine was sitting. An odd position to see, something that certainly would have been easier to do in his fox form, then again breaking his leg would be easier in fox form as well.
Had he given up? She can't ponder the thought and so with one last effort she drives her teeth further into his leg until she hears a <i> snap. </i> Almost simultaneously the horse pulls his body to the ground, and she finally realizes his tactic after all. She hadn't enough time to remove herself from the situation, her teeth still sunk into his leg.
She feels the weight of the stallion press against her, this time regardless of her pride a whimper could be heard throughout the kingdom. Her grasp on his leg was released, but it her position in his leg may be the only reason she didn't die from his weight. It was an odd position to fall on her, though her hind end was pinned between ice and body mass, the front half of her body was spared. The canine was a much more forgiving body than the equine and her mind instantly told her to pull herself out from under him.
She frantically paws at the ice ground, but somehow it seemed that there was just enough space for her to pull out from under him. Her back end was nearly numb at this point, she pants heavily as the adrenaline pumps through her vein. She was tired, and couldn't feel her back anymore, and Jesper...well he lays there with what she imagines is a broken leg...? The two stare at each other, almost both agreeing the battle was over and one would be crowned victor.
</div><div class="sabrquote">Not Afraid To Bite</div></div></center>
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Unexpectedly the stag pulls himself to a halt, and though she was initially able to grasp onto him with her teeth she didn't have to fight a battle of staying onto the moving leg. <i> Why does he make it so easy? </i> But regardless his tactic she hasn't a moment to spare and her teeth quickly pierce through the thick of his skin.
She can nearly feel the blood pulsing through his leg, and if she hadn't reminded herself it was just a battle she might have considered enjoying a meal. Alas, it was a battle, and she sinks her teeth further into his leg, she can feel his bone now. She had only ever attacked deer and it surprised her how thick the equine leg truly was.
It seemed to be only a few breaths that her mouth grasped his leg, and before she knew it the ebony equine was sitting. An odd position to see, something that certainly would have been easier to do in his fox form, then again breaking his leg would be easier in fox form as well.
Had he given up? She can't ponder the thought and so with one last effort she drives her teeth further into his leg until she hears a <i> snap. </i> Almost simultaneously the horse pulls his body to the ground, and she finally realizes his tactic after all. She hadn't enough time to remove herself from the situation, her teeth still sunk into his leg.
She feels the weight of the stallion press against her, this time regardless of her pride a whimper could be heard throughout the kingdom. Her grasp on his leg was released, but it her position in his leg may be the only reason she didn't die from his weight. It was an odd position to fall on her, though her hind end was pinned between ice and body mass, the front half of her body was spared. The canine was a much more forgiving body than the equine and her mind instantly told her to pull herself out from under him.
She frantically paws at the ice ground, but somehow it seemed that there was just enough space for her to pull out from under him. Her back end was nearly numb at this point, she pants heavily as the adrenaline pumps through her vein. She was tired, and couldn't feel her back anymore, and Jesper...well he lays there with what she imagines is a broken leg...? The two stare at each other, almost both agreeing the battle was over and one would be crowned victor.
</div><div class="sabrquote">Not Afraid To Bite</div></div></center>