Let the Beat Build, Bitch [thistle]

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Those jaws closed down tighter and tighter and Twilight could feel the pressure growing on her all by delicate bones, threatening to crack her own mandible into a million crunchy shards. Near the furthest point of her longest sway the pressure increased so much so she swore her entire jaw-piece might fly right off when finally release. Unfortunately Idris was working steadfast on her own battle plans, incorperating Twilight's movements into a sheer momentum, giving one final twist to disengage her pricking claws and it sent the white bitch tumbling. She hit the ground on her side first but did not allow herself to stop there, using the force and speed of her disengagement to roll over and over until she was rightside up before she leaped up to her feet once again, albeit a tad shakily. The adrenaline was pumping through her body in earnest now and every one of her limbs felt hot as if burning with tangible excitement. There was no time to square off again because as soon as Twilight hit the ground again Idris was at her once more, throwing her heavy body in like a wrecking ball for the second volley of blows. She was ready, but not nearly as ready as before. Idris was giving her no time at all to think about it, preferring to just toss her bulk at the white witch over and over until, she assumed, until Twilight was exhausted enough to be overtaken. Fat chance, she was large, well-matched to Idris but her body had that ever so slightly more feminine twist and that slight advantage of swiftness of paw. The chestnut beast was coming for her, and she had no time to do anything but deflect slightly. Idris' paws struck first, sending a thunder-crack, shaking blow through Twilight Heaven's body, making her entire bone structure rattle and shake. It was followed by her weight, but instead of working against it, the ivory bitch rolled with the shot - quite literally! Her body crumbled unexpectedly quick beneath the force of her opponent. She was throwing her back down and she hit the ground hard enough to make her lose her breath and sent a spark of pain up her spine but all of that faded into the background with the blood rushing through her ears, pounding through her hearing, heightening her sense of sound at the same time it hindered it. As she rolled though, she knew the other would keep going so as soon as Idris was just over top of her she kicked all four of her legs out like pistons, aiming for her chest, belly, groin, anywhere she could find a purchase and send the other flying over and give her a little time to collect herself. Punching into that muscular belly was tough though, and pain surged through all four of her limbs like electric fire. Her eyes, which she just realized had been screwed tightly shut, now slit open. She had been cleared... wonderful! Already she was rolling over to stand, spitting out a long, clotted strand of blood and saliva into the tussled up snow. Though with not as much vaulting , hasty speed as her rival, she moved in towards Idris' prostrate form, body hunched in the hunting formation, blood spilling from her lips, down her chin, across the pure white fur on her chest, soaking her. She looked like a monster. She was a monster.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/dxdcg7.jpg] Idris felt the first, dense impact of her paws against Twilight's side, and then the delightful sensation of her opponent beginning to fall. But then things went wrong--she was falling too fast, crumpling up beneath the assault. In the split second that it took for this to unfold, Idris realized that the white vixen was pulling acrobatics on her, rolling with her to upend her balance. She felt a slight jarring, transmitted through Twilight's body to herself, as the white bitch hit the ground, then the sickening feeling of air rushing by as her own momentum worked against her, flipping her inexorably over, past a point of recovery, to a place where she would be vulnerably on her back. With a deeply painful punch, four limbs rocketed up to her unprotected underside, two of them scoring deep, ragged incisions in her belly, the other two glancing off her hard chest. As if shifting from slow motion into normal speed, the world suddenly rose up to meet her, her body cracking down onto the frozen ground with immense force. She skidded a few inches in the dirt, a scant pile of the cold, dusty earth forming behind her from the friction and pressure. The pain was prodigious, but the adrenaline was more, and with a rock back and forwards and a loud grunt, Idris flipped herself back onto her feet. Beneath her, the snowy ground was gaining a layer of red stains, spattering in seemingly random patterns from her underside. At least it was all red, none of the deadly black of spilled bile and organ. She'd live, at least at this rate. Nevertheless, the sensation of open wounds on her belly was turning into a deep, violent ache, one that not even her rushing hormones could get her to completely ignore. The white-trussed female was already attacking, her coat now streaked with blood from the wound on her jaw. Idris barely had time to feel a slight twinge of pleasure at the sight before the other was nearly upon her. This time, she chose to rise up on her hind legs, attempting to rise up to a point where she could push down on Twilight this time, or at least meet her at even heights. Her forelegs she kept low, in front of her stomach, her mouth open in a barricade of fangs.

[Makarov]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Just a little bit close and she would have that throat clenched in between her seeking jaws, suddenly hungry with the taste of her own metallic blood. If Idris just laid there a little bit longer, if she took a second too slow to get up then the white devil would be upon her and like the all encompassing snows she would consume her, devour her whole. Instincts were riled up and excited within her and the blood was pounding through her vein with the panicked force of adrenaline driving her forward with every step, every breath she took. Part of her was desperate to just go in and end it, stop this threat to her very existance and yet the other half seemed to like the idea of the challenge, of playing around with it as much as she could. In reality though she was fighting as hard as she could. She was too slow though, and Idris bolted upright as if startled out of a frightening dream, her muscles willing her upwards and finally her powerful hips drove her into the air where she loomed above Twilight Heaven. In that moment she seemed almost bear-like, heavily imposing, clumsy even, but she was trying to sort out a keener tactic then any big old bear could come up with. Twilight had to not only be quick, she had to be quicker. As Idris reared up and lurched the white demoness wasted no time in launching upwards, trying to gain as much ground as she could so she would not be trapped underneath the bulky warrioress like she had done to her. Twilight drove upwards like a strange, skyward arc of white lightning. But instead of leading with her opened jaws she came up with the tougher part of the top of her head lowered, aiming smack dab into the chest and throat area of Idris' body, considering the blind movement landed anything at all was not her concern for she did not even wait for the hard thud of her head against the grit of windpipe or bone. Her head flashed upwards at just the last moment, exposing fangs which glinted like polished ivory and a mile-wide yawning chasm of fangs aimed for whatever was in front of her at the moment. This turned out to be the other she-wolf's cheek and ear and Twilight bit down strongly as soon as she felt the tickle of fur against her sensitive nostrils. Without the right movement she would bury her teeth into the sensitive cheek and lip area and tear away at all of the muscle tissue lying close beneath the fur and the flesh. There was the taste of blood, finally Idris' blood and it flooded her with even more invigorating energy, the essence of her enemy spurring her on like nothing else. And it was now they had equal hold on one another: chest to chest, forelimbs tangled and seeking purchase in the slippery fur on one another's backs and flanks. Snaps and snarls shot up into the air, and the click of powerful jaws almost sawed through the frosty night like gunshots. But not from the muzzles of rifles but the muzzles of wolves, iron warriors tangling heroically beneath the full glare of the moonlight. There was something oddly gorgeous about it, the whole blood-spattered affair. As they tensed and wrestled in mid-air their sporting bodies tossing and smashing against eachother with titanic force, small snarls seemed to filter from between Twilight's lips as she reached for Idris' cheek and ear again, seeking to tear. Little words seemed to dribble forth through the gushing gibbering of battle-calls. "Why won't you die?" was almost discernible.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/dxdcg7.jpg] Time felt as if it was repeating itself, events rhyming with strange regularity, making the battle into a song. Perhaps it would become one truly, in time, the kind of song Idris had heard her father singing when he went in to hunt, the kind he probably would have taught to a war-ready male pup. For now, however, the only actual noises and rhymes were those of body and breath. Twilight Heaven was surging up towards her throat in the same way she had to open to the battle. She wasn't going up with teeth flashing as Idris had, though; instead she aimed first with a vicious headbutt. Idris felt her head snap back and to one side on her neck. The jarring together of her teeth in her gums was painful, as was the way her neck stretched and clicked from the sudden impact, but in the end it was useful--the blow swung her head and neck just slightly out of the way, just enough to prevent Twilight's next move from being fatal. Instead of neatly ripping off her entire lower jaw and leaving her tongue lolling out, those teeth gouged several runnels in the side of her face. The finer, closer nerves on the face were much more sensitive than those in her belly, and Idris let out a shrieking snarl of fury as the pain lanced down below her eye, tracing a red hot line to the base of her jawline. She felt a smaller, more distant pain in her ear--one of Twilight's fangs had pierced through it quite neatly, leaving a clip missing. The small chunk of tender flesh was probably lying on her tongue now. Well, no one would mistake her for a rookie anymore, that was certain. The massive white bitch briefly pulled away to ready another lashing strike, and Idris twisted her full upper body, doing a strange dance with her lower legs at the same time. Her forelegs tightened around Twilight's chest as they shifted, a grim embrace, while she strained out and down with all her might, hind legs bunching, flexing, muscles making obscene rippling patterns below the increasingly sodden fur. As they grappled, Idris heard a low, gibbering voice close to her ear, words tangled in the sounds of snarls, mouthfuls of flesh and fur, and madness. "Why won't you die?" Beneath her neck, Idris felt Twilight's muscles shift suddenly, and she matched the movement, snapping her neck down so that her jaws met the other female's shoulder and the back of her neck. Not a killing blow, but a grip nonetheless, and a position that kept her throat, ear, and face out of range. She pressed harder in response to the white femme's words, neck slipping slightly in smeared blood from both their face wounds, teeth digging into a narrow, precise bite. "Having...too much...fun," she growled back. Her words came out between guttural grunts, half-voiced, and the unmistakable sound of blood-soaked teeth grinding through raw skin and muscle. Throughout this exchange, the dancing movements of her lower body had continued, and she finally found herself in position, body nearly vertical but slightly to the side of the Solokov vixen so that she was nearly straddling her upright form. Her blood lust, however, was to be interrupted, and not from without. Somewhere within the pain, the bleeding, the ferocious adrenaline, the rage and the avid rightness of this battle, something new blossomed. Idris was aware in a new way of the shifting of thick fur against her body, from her neck down to the join of her legs, of the sleek and powerful muscles that slid and shivered below it, even, through the ferrous, sour tang of blood's smell, the scent of a ravenous female wafting up. All of this combined with the hideous red haze of battle to produce a searing flash of pleasure, one that began in that join and darted up, so intense it was painful in itself. Above her clenched muzzle, fire-gold eyes flashed open in shock. With a flash of rapidity that seemed to bely her wounds, Idris lashed out with one of her hind legs, blindly aiming at Twilight's belly and releasing her hold on her neck and ruff. She twisted and shook with all her strength to dislodge the femme, heedless of any collateral damage she might suffer, and then stood for a moment, strongly stable on four pillars of legs planted at broad angles to the earth. Her face, when she lifted it, was a complex puzzle of fury, disgust, and desire, and she hated herself in that moment, more completely than she had even after her family's rejection. ((OOC: WOOoooooeEEE!!! Nearly 900 words and all of them fun.))

[Makarov]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] There was the briefest moment of tearing intensity, a grip of fang on flesh. It was all too quick for her, the joy of it diminished but not obliterated when she suddenly found herself on the opposite end of a near-death grip similar to the one she had planted upon Idris early on in the fight. Her own moves were not without reward though and she tasted with grim pleasure the blood of her enemy on her lips. With the deeply colored wolf above her now and slightly to the side, ensuring her vitals were well out of the range of Twilight's wildly snapping jaws. Foam flecked the corners of her lips and spittle flew free in her pink-hazed rage. Those forepaws were wrapped around her chest in an embrace akin to that of a skilled wrestlers, holding her in place whilst her opponent's jaws went to quick work. Idris met her shoulderblade in an obscene clash of bone on bone as her teeth sliced ribbons through the thinly stretched flesh. For a moment the forest was filled with a bellow of pain, sharply bounding up into the heavens which regarded down upon the two warriors with the stony facade of a barbaric emperor watching his gladiators mete it out to their final breaths. Speaking of which, Twilight's breath burst from her bleeding muzzle in tired huffs. She was far from down and out, and decided now would be the best time to conserve her strength. Idris was no lightweight and the addition of her form to the she-wolf's already energy-starved body was not a pleasant one. It was now time for calculations, time to think things out and get some sort of strategy going. 'Fat, fucking, hog.' she thought bitterly, feeling her legs shake a little. It took a lot of tongue biting to keep herself from jibing back aggressively to Idris' response to her gibbered question, but by golly she did it. Now to look for her next opportunity, keep her eyes peeled as the hard huffs of her breath began to spray minute bursts of blood flecks into the frozen air.. a bloody haze. And then she saw it, like a light at the end of a tunnel. Twilight Heaven could not do much, but angling and moving herself slightly was readily available. The other wolf's hind paws kicked up suddenly, racing towards her unprotected belly, but it was all overestimated and in that same moment, Idris released her hold on Twilight Heaven's scruff. The white witch was already on the move though, the bunched muscles in her neck searing painfully as they released several pounds of pressure and her muzzle went right on seeking that hind leg. It made it just barely, and Idris leg whizzed fortunately passed Twilight's slamming jaws, heck she probably would have just barely felt the graze of those deadly teeth it could not have been any closer. Something must have happened, an unseen thought that Twilight had not detected but Idris was backing away slightly, setting her four limbs like pillars of architectural greatness firmly into the ground. Her chestnut features were pulled into a mask of many things and that was all that was keeping the hellfire she-imp from pouncing at her opponant and finishing her off. But the hesitation irked her as she already had her blood up and her battle-fires kicked into full steam ahead. Huffing raggedly she eyed Idris warily. "S'amatter with you?" she snarled under her breath, keeping her own stance wide and her body poised and ready for the possibilities of another surprise shot.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/dxdcg7.jpg] Bile rose in surging beats with every pounding thump of her blood through her body. It churned and tumbled in her stomach and up to her throat, bottle-necking there as she choked it down, the sour acid taste creeping up to the very base of her tongue before it did. Her blood was rushing through her veins, shuddering in waves of crashing fury, busily flowing to and from her heart, out to all her extremities. In particular, she felt it flooding between her legs. The sensation still lingered, and she felt painfully swollen and hotter than fresh blood from a throat. Twilight Heaven had snapped fiercely for her leg as she made her poorly calculated exit, and had nearly caught it in her iron-trap jaws. Idris was again horrified to find that the idea excited her somewhat, particularly that of the wetness and warmth inside the bitch's mouth, but the foreign blood in her own maw was more exciting still. The thought nearly made her choke again. The white femme was watching her, baffled, angry, already on the brink of mockery. "S'amatter with you?" she spat out. Now what? Her own unwanted reaction had disturbed her enough, and the longer she stood still, the more revulsion overpowered lust. That cooling led to a cooling of her own battle fury--the red rage was leaking out of her eyes, and she was beginning to see that a one-on-one battle in the woods, before the full pack conflict had even begun, was foolish. "Whore," was all that Idris said, gargling it nearly incoherently as she began gathering her wits again. But how could she explain what had happened without coming off as a coward? She could tell the truth, of course. But telling the truth and having this snowy demon ever know she had felt anything other than hatred for her was far worse than being thought a coward, as appalling as that option was. A gobbet of half-dried blood dropped from one of her teeth onto her tongue, and as the congealed redness melted out into a familiar sour tang, she nearly charged in again. That simple fluid seemed to unlock something irrational inside her, flooding her senses and taking away her ability to choose the best course of action. She spat it out, a sharp, disgusted gesture, grimacing still with fury. The lump on the ground was hard to see amid the splattered droplets that had fallen during the fight. Her own muzzle was still coated, and, among other places, the wound on her ear was bleeding profusely, the vascular tissues of that sensitive structure making it look worse than it was. "This is stupid." She spat her words as well. "I should have been in Renegade by now." Her body was tired, but it was the angry twisting of her heart that pushed her now, and made her tone different from that of their first meeting. "Just leave. We can finish this when we have a proper audience--on the field of battle." ((OOC: I hope this doesn't go beyond what we're allowed to write. I tried to leave the descriptions...vague. Also, it was hard to figure out how to explain what had happened and mentioned Renegade at the same time. ;P))