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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 28, 2007 15:44:50 GMT -5
[Yep yep, Nat's given me the ok <3 she'll be reading and moderating for us.]
As the bat's teeth closed on the coyote's back, he couldn't help but feel satisfyed. He had managed to land the first blow, and not only that but he had drawn blood with it. That satisfaction was wiped away, however by the vile taste that filled his mouth. It was all he could do to not release her and wretch. He focused instead on continuing to grip her with his teeth, grinding his jaws and moving to hook the claws on his wings into her sides to hold on tighter. His feet were still on the ground, however, and her nose-slam connected quite audibly with his gut.
The bat let out a squealed grunt of pain from around the mass of fur and skin that he still gripped in his mouth, biting down harder in response to the pain. If she tried to wrench him off now, he would likely come off along with a shred of skin and muscle from her back. Goddamn it, that bitch had hurt him, and his legs shuffled until he was fully atop her. The pain acted as a way to channel his rage, and he began to kick desperately at her head and neck, still gripping with his teeth.
They were quite a sight to all who looked upon them, the bat clinging with his mouth and wings to the back of the coyote.
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Post by Satra on Dec 29, 2007 2:10:25 GMT -5
[OOC: sweet. Actually, the more I think about it, the more I'm realizing that we may not need an interruption to stop the fight.]
Though she could ignore moderate amounts of pain, she could still feel and some pains were not 'moderate'. When she tried to pull away, she felt that.. ah, his teeth were still in her back. Either she didn't taste as badly as she surmised or this guy had some kind of hellish willpower. Considering he'd just taken that hit to the gut and not only hadn't let her go, but was kicking her now, she guessed answer 'b'. The longer this went on, the more she realized what a stupid idea this was. She worked furiously at the latch on her mask that opened and allowed her to eat and drink without completely removing the mask, but that was a little hard to do with the bat kicking at her face. Finally, she felt the 'click' and held her breath. The part swung open and she bit the bat's belly hard enough for him to feel it and hopefully draw a little blood, but not too badly. The last thing she needed on her record from the people she was trying to gain the trust of was murder. Granted, it can technically fall under self-defense since she did not make the first move, but no chances were going to be taken any more. Her only goal now was to get away from this guy and stop the fight... without surrendering (prideful bitch).
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 30, 2007 0:58:08 GMT -5
Seth was continuing at his frenzied kicking as he felt the coyote under him shifting slightly. He assumed that she was working on trying to get him off of her face, and one nail finally caught behind her ear, raking satisfyingly across her neck and catching on the mask. That would teach the bitch a lesson or two, and he finally released his iron grip on her back.
That was of course, just in time for her to bite at his stomach, and he snarled in a mixture of pain and rage. It was a damn good thing that his fur was as thick as it was, because he would have been in a world of hurt if it wasn't. As it was, her teeth did in fact manage to draw blood, and he pushed himself desperately away from her, buffeting at her head with his wings until they were both laying in the snow a few feet away from each other. Bitch.
As Seth pushed himself to his feet once more, using one wing to clutch at his wounded and aching stomach, he noted with a sort of grim satisfaction that most of the blood that speckled the snow was not, in fact, his own. That was at least something. As much as they probably hurt, Heilyn's wounds were largely superficial and looked much worse than they actually were. Seth continued to keep a reasonable distance from her, expression slightly wary. The adrenaline from his injuries was beginning to wear, and he had decided that for the moment, he was done fighting.
"Not bad,[/b]" he remarked after a moment, still careful to keep his distance.
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Post by Satra on Dec 30, 2007 1:24:35 GMT -5
She let the bat's stomach go when it was obvious he was trying to get away from her. He backed up a few feet and lay in the snow. She backed up a few feet, but stumbled and one of her feet twisted under her in an awkward manner. She'd taken a small gasp of the clean air in when he'd made that rather nasty scratch across her neck and immediately closed the mask again. She waited a moment for it to seal properly before breathing again. The clean air mixed with the biting cold of the air left an odd prickling sensation in her lungs. Just from that one breath. Damn. She didn't get up, she just lay there, like her opponent, taking a moment to breathe. She turned her head and rubbed her scratch in the snow.
"Hm, same to you," she commented almost approvingly, her tail giving a single wag. Adrenaline was gone. She was a little tired now. Damn these air tanks, she thought, cursing the idea of having to carry their weight as well as her own back to her temporary home in the city. But I should go now before I get too cold... She spotted the bag the bat had been carrying before the encounter. She looked at it for a moment, got up, stuck the nose of her mask though the handle, then flung it at the bat as she passed by him.
She was unsure what to say upon her passing. She didn't know whether or not she ever wanted to see him again. Granted, their next encounter would certainly be... interesting, whatever the outcome, but Heilyn could do without it. So, instead she said:
"If I ever see you again, I might think about giving you my name," and began to slink off.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 30, 2007 1:33:22 GMT -5
The bat caught the bag easily, grinning back at the coyote. It had been a good fight, his aching joints agreed with every move he made. He would need to get home again soon and bandage those wounds up. The foul taste in his mouth also served as a sort of reminder to him. Some alcohol would likely help to get rid of it, not to mention help ease the pain in his stomach. Slowly, he slipped the bag back on over one wing, nodding to her as she moved to start walking. He had a pretty good idea that he would like to see her again, for a rematch if nothing else. Maybe he would see her around town the next time he ventured out to gather food. Sure, she smelled awful, but she certainly had spunk, and he could appreciate that. He watched her begin to walk off, ears folding back slightly. " Can't say I'd object to that.[/b]" he remarked with a wide and somewhat lazy grin. " If you do, I'll consider returning the favor.[/b]" and with that, he returned his walk to the market as if nothing had happened, ignoring the blood that was lazily trickling from his wound. ((Aaaand end here?  )) |
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Post by Nathalia on Dec 30, 2007 1:35:35 GMT -5
((OOC: Delight! 83))
~Nathalia
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 30, 2007 13:21:21 GMT -5
Xenon and Satra both receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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