Post by Skoll on Dec 27, 2011 22:13:59 GMT -5
He stalked the length of the moonlit woodlands with wary scrutiny in the pale slant of the iridescent moonlight -- his haggard features lifted up to the wind and the brutal line of his sleek muzzle pointed like some schooner's harpoon in the direction of its quarry. Supplanted in the wind's lifting call was the scent of lera and varg alike he did not recognize; with a bristling start he rose like a wraith and trailed towards the scene. He heard somewhere in that unremitting darkness a raven's squall; his torn ears flicked forwards and in those sulfuric eyes a flash of recognition lit like some flaming spear across the surface of his menacing features. Huginn -- he thought with a protective snarl; with some terrible feeling clutching his heart he threw his muzzle to the wind and from the split silence came the warmongering cry of some lost berserker. He could feel in his pulsing veins an implacable sense of fury -- for the vargs' ignorance and for his own; he had not noticed their passing.
He prowled through the darkness with his coarse hair bristling and the wild slant of his savage eyes bright with enraged passion. He could see ahead of him thanks to the moon's blessing -- he could spot in that implacable blue the form of two vargs- be they Kerl or not it did not matter- and he flew at them belligerently and without question. He was late in his arrival -- he came only in time to hear the pressing words of a white youth that seemed at once both uncouth and impolite. He snarled, lifting his thick muzzle in superiority and challenge. His tail flagged proudly over his broad backside and protectively he stepped next to the raven. There was something dangerous about the sinister glint his eyes and the manner in which he stood like some indomitable monster. His intent was clear enough, and he would not be patient. So since they didn’t turn tail the charcoal Dragga-born launched his attack. He moved with expert precision; the sleek lines of his sinister body portraying easily the deft fighting prowess he had acquired. With sinuous movement the treacherous wolf rose before her with one paw raised to land upon the back of her neck and force her head downwards. He knew full well the head and neck served as rudders for the rest of the body; with control over such a prominent body part it would inevitably ensure his victory over the mouthy youth.
Simultaneously while he lifted his inside front leg to force her down, his jaws sprung open in the hopes to seize the flat of her muzzle and vanquish any hopes she had of coming out unscathed from the confrontation. Meaning that hopefully she would be distracted by the flying threat of his unsprung teeth and would not notice as he attempted to slip his arm around her. In doing so he would force her body to the ground -- no matter how tall she was, he had the added benefit of a more-than-matched height and double the weight and muscle. The force behind his first attack was aided by the momentum of his powerful hindquarters; with a little expertise and luck on his side it would not be too hard to pin her muzzle to the ground and ultimately humiliate her.
The crushing force behind his thick jaws was not enough to crush her thin nose-bone; but it was certainly enough to cause some extent of agony. He was hoping that the pain and the force combined would force her to submit -- but he knew also he would have to worry about her male companion- despite them both being yearlings. And as if some answer to his unbidden prayers, the other youth came flying towards him like an unleashed fury. Skoll's jaws were occupied, but with a stalwart thrust of his mighty hindlegs he sought shove so he could pivot his haunches to receive the brunt of the attack on his shoulders rather than his neck or muzzle. The bulk of his neck; particularly the thin trachea, would be too low to the ground for the boy to mangle with his spry teeth -- but if the youth tactfully altered his attack it wouldn't be too implausible to grasp the broad muscle of the wraith's thick neck. He didn't care much about the outcome of this battle; he had enough scars to prove his worth and a few more would be inconsequential. He only hoped that both knew just what they were doing, and the consequences that would be reaped because of them.
The girl screamed a string of unholy curses and vows, but fear for her face made her submit to the wraith and turn her struggles for escape into placating writhings. Like a deadly barb wire, the boy’s teeth flashed around Skoll’s muscular neck area as he searched to scar, to hurt and to draw blood. But his golden eyes watched around with a deadly precision for a weakness, an opening a way to clench his teeth around the windpipe and create a deadly strike. Although when it came down to combat his inexperience was present, it faltered into the fading distance when a friend was in danger and he was turning into a creature he hardly recognized. Drawn out by foreign hostile feelings of revenge, sadism and the thrive to hurt; there was very little that could stop the male from going on with his fury of endless attacks. His eyes were darkened and glazed with the demon he was slowly becoming like an unstoppable transformation. The dark wraith was surprised by the young male's vigor; he could feel (refraining from wincing) the blood rise to his neck and the pain that roared with it; he knew that the next few days following would be ridden with searing agony and discomfort -- but for now he tried his best to manipulate and control the situation. Leaving the female he whirled, his larger frame throwing the youth off balance, and allowing the blackened varg to catch the ankle of the yearling with a bone crushing snap. Crippled and now in close quarter fighting, the golden boy released to get distance between them- something Skoll would not allow for. The pale girl found her courage again and made to intercept, and so with cruelty and delight the wraith found purchase on the side of her neck, and shook. The behemoth tore into her for a short moment and shoved her away. Should the girl live, the boy might have a chance of living if she hunted for him, what with his useless paw. Now leave before I kill you both, and know that it was Skoll. The raven gave a haughty caw-And Huginn.
ooc;Sorry for length, got carried away xD
He prowled through the darkness with his coarse hair bristling and the wild slant of his savage eyes bright with enraged passion. He could see ahead of him thanks to the moon's blessing -- he could spot in that implacable blue the form of two vargs- be they Kerl or not it did not matter- and he flew at them belligerently and without question. He was late in his arrival -- he came only in time to hear the pressing words of a white youth that seemed at once both uncouth and impolite. He snarled, lifting his thick muzzle in superiority and challenge. His tail flagged proudly over his broad backside and protectively he stepped next to the raven. There was something dangerous about the sinister glint his eyes and the manner in which he stood like some indomitable monster. His intent was clear enough, and he would not be patient. So since they didn’t turn tail the charcoal Dragga-born launched his attack. He moved with expert precision; the sleek lines of his sinister body portraying easily the deft fighting prowess he had acquired. With sinuous movement the treacherous wolf rose before her with one paw raised to land upon the back of her neck and force her head downwards. He knew full well the head and neck served as rudders for the rest of the body; with control over such a prominent body part it would inevitably ensure his victory over the mouthy youth.
Simultaneously while he lifted his inside front leg to force her down, his jaws sprung open in the hopes to seize the flat of her muzzle and vanquish any hopes she had of coming out unscathed from the confrontation. Meaning that hopefully she would be distracted by the flying threat of his unsprung teeth and would not notice as he attempted to slip his arm around her. In doing so he would force her body to the ground -- no matter how tall she was, he had the added benefit of a more-than-matched height and double the weight and muscle. The force behind his first attack was aided by the momentum of his powerful hindquarters; with a little expertise and luck on his side it would not be too hard to pin her muzzle to the ground and ultimately humiliate her.
The crushing force behind his thick jaws was not enough to crush her thin nose-bone; but it was certainly enough to cause some extent of agony. He was hoping that the pain and the force combined would force her to submit -- but he knew also he would have to worry about her male companion- despite them both being yearlings. And as if some answer to his unbidden prayers, the other youth came flying towards him like an unleashed fury. Skoll's jaws were occupied, but with a stalwart thrust of his mighty hindlegs he sought shove so he could pivot his haunches to receive the brunt of the attack on his shoulders rather than his neck or muzzle. The bulk of his neck; particularly the thin trachea, would be too low to the ground for the boy to mangle with his spry teeth -- but if the youth tactfully altered his attack it wouldn't be too implausible to grasp the broad muscle of the wraith's thick neck. He didn't care much about the outcome of this battle; he had enough scars to prove his worth and a few more would be inconsequential. He only hoped that both knew just what they were doing, and the consequences that would be reaped because of them.
The girl screamed a string of unholy curses and vows, but fear for her face made her submit to the wraith and turn her struggles for escape into placating writhings. Like a deadly barb wire, the boy’s teeth flashed around Skoll’s muscular neck area as he searched to scar, to hurt and to draw blood. But his golden eyes watched around with a deadly precision for a weakness, an opening a way to clench his teeth around the windpipe and create a deadly strike. Although when it came down to combat his inexperience was present, it faltered into the fading distance when a friend was in danger and he was turning into a creature he hardly recognized. Drawn out by foreign hostile feelings of revenge, sadism and the thrive to hurt; there was very little that could stop the male from going on with his fury of endless attacks. His eyes were darkened and glazed with the demon he was slowly becoming like an unstoppable transformation. The dark wraith was surprised by the young male's vigor; he could feel (refraining from wincing) the blood rise to his neck and the pain that roared with it; he knew that the next few days following would be ridden with searing agony and discomfort -- but for now he tried his best to manipulate and control the situation. Leaving the female he whirled, his larger frame throwing the youth off balance, and allowing the blackened varg to catch the ankle of the yearling with a bone crushing snap. Crippled and now in close quarter fighting, the golden boy released to get distance between them- something Skoll would not allow for. The pale girl found her courage again and made to intercept, and so with cruelty and delight the wraith found purchase on the side of her neck, and shook. The behemoth tore into her for a short moment and shoved her away. Should the girl live, the boy might have a chance of living if she hunted for him, what with his useless paw. Now leave before I kill you both, and know that it was Skoll. The raven gave a haughty caw-And Huginn.
ooc;Sorry for length, got carried away xD
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