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Post by ladywolf on Aug 13, 2012 16:54:22 GMT -5
Rayne twisted, preparing herself. How she loved fighting him, the sheer muscle, the power, the grace in his movements. It was like a deathly dance between them. The female made ready to catch her mate should he decide to charge.
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Post by 24paperwings on Aug 16, 2012 20:57:21 GMT -5
kiba held him self steady she knew he would charge he was sure of it. hmmmm seems you've been improving kiba grinned. good now let really start this! kiba charged taking an angle to the left side of his mate. with a quick feint to the left he ducked in low and to the right. coiling himself as he came in low he prepared for both a downward strike at his paws and for her to leap up and come in from the top. he held off any direct assault. knowing that by putting himself so close she would be forced to make an action. should she try and back off her balance could be easily be lost and would leave her completely exposed to the full brunt of his weight.
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Post by ladywolf on Aug 17, 2012 7:18:50 GMT -5
Kiba moved so quickly that Rayne had virtually no time to react. If she moved back, she would topple over leaving herself pinned under his weight. If she moved to the left he would throw her and at this angle he was too close for her to jump over.
She tried to twist to the right, but the sheer force of her mate slammed her to the ground.
That was it. He had her. Rayne gasped under him, Get off me....you behemoth! She tried to feebly kick at his sides, but it proved futile, he won this match.
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