11-26-2019, 07:26 PM
Ivory teeth flashed in her face. The corners of his mouth curled upwards in a conceited smirk. She made a mistake mentioning her demise. Death was not something to be envious about it, yet here she was, flashing it in front of his face. It was as if her struggle would make him lose his guard and suddenly gain a twinge of empathy. Unfortunately, he held no sensibility to anyone but himself. “That means you’ve been defeated more than once,” he shot back. "What makes you think you won't die again?" If a goddess could die once, then she could surely do it again and again till she succumbed to her fate.
But facing Stryker head on? Please. That would be silly of him. For his small stature and lackluster strength, he could barely put a scratch on that otherworldly brute. Instead his minds excelled over the lion and his grunt. After all, without his intelligence, they wouldn't even be here today. Even Goldenluxury would have to know that... Unless she was Stryker's female equivalent. Overly confident, proud, and untamed. Perhaps the two enemies were perfect for one another after all, but she had yet to realize their damning similarities that would soon run her to the ground.
He merely continued to smugly smile. "If you think size is all that's important, you've got quite the surprise coming," he mustered up. Ironically, that statement worked in two ways and would surely pluck at the female's strings. Jervis would continue on nevertheless. The vulpine wasn't going to be dragged through the mud without getting his word in. "Strength means nothing against mentality."
With her patience, came his practicality. As her paw rose towards the sky, Jervis eye's narrowed at the sheen of her claws against the skylight. Death seemed inevitable as he laid there and awaited the final cut. There was no time to speak... To breathe... To think. Instinct was key.
An opportunity arose.
Darkness encapsulated his vision as an unknown figure grazed in the middle of them. Frantic paws pushed away at the matted fur in front of him, forcing the figure to take whatever blow was next. Jervis pulled away as their insides gouged out. Crimson filled his vision with a hint of silver and Goldenluxury's overzealous pelt. Soaked in what blood, he kept his distance away from Goldenluxury. His overconfident attitude still kept himself in range though, notably so he could outsmart her.
In the brief moments of shock, he focused down at Goldenluxury's... No, his victim. One of his finest adversaries laid in front of him and he felt nothing but pride. Escaping the grim reaper cost his something great, but in the end, it was worth it.
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But facing Stryker head on? Please. That would be silly of him. For his small stature and lackluster strength, he could barely put a scratch on that otherworldly brute. Instead his minds excelled over the lion and his grunt. After all, without his intelligence, they wouldn't even be here today. Even Goldenluxury would have to know that... Unless she was Stryker's female equivalent. Overly confident, proud, and untamed. Perhaps the two enemies were perfect for one another after all, but she had yet to realize their damning similarities that would soon run her to the ground.
He merely continued to smugly smile. "If you think size is all that's important, you've got quite the surprise coming," he mustered up. Ironically, that statement worked in two ways and would surely pluck at the female's strings. Jervis would continue on nevertheless. The vulpine wasn't going to be dragged through the mud without getting his word in. "Strength means nothing against mentality."
With her patience, came his practicality. As her paw rose towards the sky, Jervis eye's narrowed at the sheen of her claws against the skylight. Death seemed inevitable as he laid there and awaited the final cut. There was no time to speak... To breathe... To think. Instinct was key.
An opportunity arose.
Darkness encapsulated his vision as an unknown figure grazed in the middle of them. Frantic paws pushed away at the matted fur in front of him, forcing the figure to take whatever blow was next. Jervis pulled away as their insides gouged out. Crimson filled his vision with a hint of silver and Goldenluxury's overzealous pelt. Soaked in what blood, he kept his distance away from Goldenluxury. His overconfident attitude still kept himself in range though, notably so he could outsmart her.
In the brief moments of shock, he focused down at Goldenluxury's... No, his victim. One of his finest adversaries laid in front of him and he felt nothing but pride. Escaping the grim reaper cost his something great, but in the end, it was worth it.
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dog with disease, you're the king of the sleaze
DEATH ON TWO LEGS
misguided old mule with your pigheaded rules
( ♛ ) —————— [color=#4C0900]tags. & the pitt. & red fox. & deceased.