06-28-2019, 03:44 PM
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Sinner’s left paw is in his grasp. It’s a small victory, but it plays a role in the heat of battle nonetheless. As the hellhound yanks against Castile, the dragon maintains a grip in hopes something may have pulled or the punctures ripped further down on the leg, splitting tendon and skin of the paw.
There is some blood, but not much. A hint of it drips onto Castile’s tongue, driving forward his predatory instinct. A growl vibrates throughout his entire body, but his mouth opens just slightly – enough for Sinner to finally pull away and retreat. Blinking, the draconic king watches the hellhound scamper away to hide behind a boulder. He knows that isn’t the end of the battle; the mutt wouldn’t resign so easily.
A heavy breath sighs from his lungs as Castile’s body morphs back into a horse. He remains equipped with his scales, jagged teeth, and acute vision. Smoke continues to billow, swallowing them as the trees and bushes continue to burn. Darting his gaze from side-to-side, he anticipates an attack soon enough. It won’t be long. The boulder provides a temporary defense, but it can slow down an attack. It strips away the element of surprise by forcing the hider to broaden the path around to the target. It also allows Castile to prepare. He inches back a few more steps, careful to step as placidly as he can as to not disturb the curtain of smoke. Far back enough from having shifted down and shrunken, he is able to observe the entire boulder and glimpse when Sinner finally emerges. It happens quickly, the predatory hound eager to shed blood.
But there is little that falls.
The hound’s teeth don’t penetrate his draconic scales. A hollow scraping fills Castile’s ears. He intentionally kept his head low to protect the underside of his neck, a common place for predators to grab and suffocate prey. Alas, that isn’t at all where Sinner targets.
Castile staggers to the left, his hind leg stepping out to brace himself against the impact. Although he manages to shy a couple steps away just as Sinner leaps to lessen the force and alter the angle slightly, the hellhound still finds purchase on Castile’s right hindquarter. Only a grunt breaks the dragon’s silence when Sinner’s paw, during its grappling for flesh, cuts into Castile’s lower right flank where the scales begin to soften. It isn’t incredibly deep, but it’s enough to draw a rivulet of blood that trickles down and let’s fall a couple drops to the leaf bed below.
Out of sheer instinct, Castile turns his head to the right to see Sinner and nearly reaches for the long, canine tail acting as a weight balance – or anything, really - during the attack. He nearly tries to latch onto it, to yank Sinner away, but he blinks and the hound releases his grip to retreat. Sprouting wings, Castile swerves right and pursues Sinner while fanning his wings a few times to give life to a whirl of ashes. Some still ignited, some faded white like snowflakes, dance through the air in hopes to distract the hound, but they can also play a part of irritation if they scald parts of his face. It could force Sinner to shut his eyes in protection.
Three sweeps of his wings and Castile lunges at an approximately 30-degree angle toward the hellhound’s left shoulder by the time he is turning to face. The wings shed away as he lurches forward and tries to latch onto the curve joining neck to shoulder. The possible targets are the sternocephalicus, brachiocephalicus, or omotransverse. Of course, there is always the chance to puncture more than one simultaneously depending on how Sinner tries to move away and where the muscles tie in. If Sinner jerks enough for Castile’s top canines to puncture one muscle and his bottom to puncture another, he would be fine. In the heat of battle, he takes what he can get.
All he knows is to hold on. To try ripping if the dog tries pulling away again.
An injured sternocephalicus muscle would make it difficult for Sinner to move his head in any direction (up and down or side to side). Harming the omotransversarius (omotransverse) would hinder the ability of moving the left foreleg from moving forward and the neck to the side. Again, another muscle that allows movement of the foreleg and neck, with the addition of extending the shoulder joint, is the brachiocephalicus muscle. If Sinner finds it painful to turn his head or move, he would be faced with a difficult time keeping a steady eye on Castile. He would also find himself in discomfort, limping more so with lessened strength and mobility.
But Castile doesn’t only bite down with a jagged grip. Almost immediately, flames burst from the depths of his throat in attempt to heavily burn his opponent while – hopefully – still in his grasp. Fire licks his lips and rises, but the additional warmth doesn’t faze his impervious scales.
If he manages to latch on, Castile puts increased effort into holding his opponent. Ideally, the only way to withdraw would be by ripping the muscle fibers versus only puncturing. The fire could burn flesh, muscle, and hair from Sinner’s left shoulder, amplifying his pain if added to the bite. All of this is in one fell swoop in the blink of an eye.
But they do eventually break by any means necessary. The grip is lost, and the kings immediately separate.
The split skin of his injury along the oblique abdominus (right side) stretches uncomfortably with the exertion and movement, but Castile dealt with far worse during the war in Tephra. Peeling away to the left, he keeps fairly close to his rival – approximately six or so feet, varying – to dissuade a charge of any sort. Keeping his head fairly tucked and his body rounded, Castile tries to minimize the softer areas of his body, sacrificing his hardened scales as targets.
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Sinner’s left paw is in his grasp. It’s a small victory, but it plays a role in the heat of battle nonetheless. As the hellhound yanks against Castile, the dragon maintains a grip in hopes something may have pulled or the punctures ripped further down on the leg, splitting tendon and skin of the paw.
There is some blood, but not much. A hint of it drips onto Castile’s tongue, driving forward his predatory instinct. A growl vibrates throughout his entire body, but his mouth opens just slightly – enough for Sinner to finally pull away and retreat. Blinking, the draconic king watches the hellhound scamper away to hide behind a boulder. He knows that isn’t the end of the battle; the mutt wouldn’t resign so easily.
A heavy breath sighs from his lungs as Castile’s body morphs back into a horse. He remains equipped with his scales, jagged teeth, and acute vision. Smoke continues to billow, swallowing them as the trees and bushes continue to burn. Darting his gaze from side-to-side, he anticipates an attack soon enough. It won’t be long. The boulder provides a temporary defense, but it can slow down an attack. It strips away the element of surprise by forcing the hider to broaden the path around to the target. It also allows Castile to prepare. He inches back a few more steps, careful to step as placidly as he can as to not disturb the curtain of smoke. Far back enough from having shifted down and shrunken, he is able to observe the entire boulder and glimpse when Sinner finally emerges. It happens quickly, the predatory hound eager to shed blood.
But there is little that falls.
The hound’s teeth don’t penetrate his draconic scales. A hollow scraping fills Castile’s ears. He intentionally kept his head low to protect the underside of his neck, a common place for predators to grab and suffocate prey. Alas, that isn’t at all where Sinner targets.
Castile staggers to the left, his hind leg stepping out to brace himself against the impact. Although he manages to shy a couple steps away just as Sinner leaps to lessen the force and alter the angle slightly, the hellhound still finds purchase on Castile’s right hindquarter. Only a grunt breaks the dragon’s silence when Sinner’s paw, during its grappling for flesh, cuts into Castile’s lower right flank where the scales begin to soften. It isn’t incredibly deep, but it’s enough to draw a rivulet of blood that trickles down and let’s fall a couple drops to the leaf bed below.
Out of sheer instinct, Castile turns his head to the right to see Sinner and nearly reaches for the long, canine tail acting as a weight balance – or anything, really - during the attack. He nearly tries to latch onto it, to yank Sinner away, but he blinks and the hound releases his grip to retreat. Sprouting wings, Castile swerves right and pursues Sinner while fanning his wings a few times to give life to a whirl of ashes. Some still ignited, some faded white like snowflakes, dance through the air in hopes to distract the hound, but they can also play a part of irritation if they scald parts of his face. It could force Sinner to shut his eyes in protection.
Three sweeps of his wings and Castile lunges at an approximately 30-degree angle toward the hellhound’s left shoulder by the time he is turning to face. The wings shed away as he lurches forward and tries to latch onto the curve joining neck to shoulder. The possible targets are the sternocephalicus, brachiocephalicus, or omotransverse. Of course, there is always the chance to puncture more than one simultaneously depending on how Sinner tries to move away and where the muscles tie in. If Sinner jerks enough for Castile’s top canines to puncture one muscle and his bottom to puncture another, he would be fine. In the heat of battle, he takes what he can get.
All he knows is to hold on. To try ripping if the dog tries pulling away again.
An injured sternocephalicus muscle would make it difficult for Sinner to move his head in any direction (up and down or side to side). Harming the omotransversarius (omotransverse) would hinder the ability of moving the left foreleg from moving forward and the neck to the side. Again, another muscle that allows movement of the foreleg and neck, with the addition of extending the shoulder joint, is the brachiocephalicus muscle. If Sinner finds it painful to turn his head or move, he would be faced with a difficult time keeping a steady eye on Castile. He would also find himself in discomfort, limping more so with lessened strength and mobility.
But Castile doesn’t only bite down with a jagged grip. Almost immediately, flames burst from the depths of his throat in attempt to heavily burn his opponent while – hopefully – still in his grasp. Fire licks his lips and rises, but the additional warmth doesn’t faze his impervious scales.
If he manages to latch on, Castile puts increased effort into holding his opponent. Ideally, the only way to withdraw would be by ripping the muscle fibers versus only puncturing. The fire could burn flesh, muscle, and hair from Sinner’s left shoulder, amplifying his pain if added to the bite. All of this is in one fell swoop in the blink of an eye.
But they do eventually break by any means necessary. The grip is lost, and the kings immediately separate.
The split skin of his injury along the oblique abdominus (right side) stretches uncomfortably with the exertion and movement, but Castile dealt with far worse during the war in Tephra. Peeling away to the left, he keeps fairly close to his rival – approximately six or so feet, varying – to dissuade a charge of any sort. Keeping his head fairly tucked and his body rounded, Castile tries to minimize the softer areas of his body, sacrificing his hardened scales as targets.
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