let's play a game (DUSTY)

[Dusty]

Dusty ignored the pain burning in her side. She blinked, her sight blurring for a second. Was she losing that much blood? She felt a tad bit lightheaded, and she could feel her side sticky and wet with blood. It could only be her blood. Dusty flattened her ears, feeling Siyl bite down harder a moment before her claws slipped from Siyl's shoulder and she bent down, pushing herself and crashing into her enemy.

Dusty stumbled as she felt Siyl's grip on her flank gone. She caught herself before she could stumble. She was losing blood from her side wound, and it wasn't a good thing. Blood was coming quick, making her slightly dizzy. She whipped her head around, studying the wound. Dusty scrambled to lick away some of the blood that was drying, but only a feeble attempt. More blood replaced the dry she had cleaned away.

Dusty turned away from her side wound. She didn't want to see any more. If she died, at least she knew from what it was. But she wouldn't die, she told herself. She wouldn't leave this world yet, whether it was because she wanted to live or because this wolf needed to pay, she didn't know. Dusty flexed her claws. She could feel dried blood and some sticky, wet blood hardening in her fur between.

She felt her eyes droop, but she blinked them open. She had to focus, Dusty studied Siyl, lying on the ground in a puddle of blood. Whose blood? Dusty parted her mouth, hoping to catch scent. She knew she was bleeding bad, but the whole air around them was filled with the rusty, salty scent of the crimson liquid that flowed through both wolves' veins. The ground around them was stained with blood, drinking in the liquid. Maybe this land had once had a war, but both Siyl and Dusty's blood would stain the ground until the next rain, she knew.

Her oppenent, she saw, was panicked. The look crossed Siyl's face for only a moment. Dusty could tell she was a wolf of great composure. Despite earlier thoughts, Dusty would give her credit for that. She was not a wolf who showed weakness. Dusty wondered, what was Siyl like back in her pack? Hopefully not like this, cruel and bloodthirsty!

All of a sudden, though, Siyl was scrambling back to her feet, yelling with a fury-filled voice. She kept low to the blood-stained earth, low to the ground. Was that her comfort? Dusty wasn't intending to kill, she wouldn't aim for the belly unless her own life depended on it. She saw the red-pelted wolf lunge, low to the ground. Dusty's ears flicked in surprise, Siyl was aiming for a very sensitive spot - her throat! She stumbled back in surprise, catching her balance before she could fall and expose herself to the enemy.

But, Dusty watched, before her eyes as Siyl stumbled, her jaws clamping down on anything they could get hold of. A small breeze passed Dusty's leg, and she retracted her paw as something sharp grazed her ankle, but didn't clamp down. She would not lower herself to be a burden in the pack, a limping wolf, what a laughing stock!

Before her eyes, Siyl came close to hitting the ground, and Dusty flattened her ears, backing up and away from her enemy. She shook her head slightly in surprise. It was as if her feet wanted to take her back home, back to safety all their own. Dusty crouched, pushing herself forward with her hind legs, aiming to jump on Siyl's back and give the wolf a scare.

[nova ♥]

[ Dusty lands squarely on Siyl's back, her weight pressing Siyl flat to the ground. ]

[patronize]

siyl

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She would end this. Yes, end it.
If she had been positive about anything in her life, it was this. Siyl knew she would strike Dusty on the neck. She would bite down hard on that wretch's neck, see the blood gush from the wound.

Her fleshy lips, now dyed a fresh crimson, rose in a smile as Siyl lunged for Dusty's neck. She snapped her jaws vehemently, letting the powerful sound rip through the air.
And then, with somewhat of a grace, Siyl felt herself brush against Dusty. That was the signal! She opened her mouth and was prepared to bite hard...
But her teeth caught nothing but a thin layer of flesh. Siyl hit the ground hard, her body bouncing on the solid earth. Her eyes grew big.
She missed.

Siyl wanted to sob. She wanted to sit there and cry. She.missed.
It was the perfect opportunity to end all of this, to get rid of that wretch. Yet she missed. MISSED.
Miss. All she could think about. Miss.Miss.

Her eyes flickered to the wound she caused- a petty little scratch a pup could probably beat. What happened to her? Did all those months of stupid politeness and cordiality..ruin her?
Was she unable to defend herself? Was she doomed to be another 'nice' wolf, unable to even fight?

She sat up weakly, her legs quivering. Her mouth was slightly gaped open as she realized her fatal mistake.
That Dusty, that wretch, that joke...
Siyl was caught up too much in her angst. Her thoughts, her deliberation, her personal grief over missing that one bite, it all took time. A few seconds, granted, but a few seconds was all the runt Dusty needed to attack...


And attack Dusty did. Siyl felt the pressure of a creature over seventy pounds land her back. Immediately she crushed, pushed uncomfortably to the ground, soaked with that blood.
A little voice in her mind said that she was going to lose the battle. Siyl didn't agree with that.

With a frightening howl, a howl tinged with her desperation, her dread, her agony, Siyl squirmed under Dusty's weight. She kicked her back legs, wiggled, did anything she could.
Throwing her head up and turning it around, Siyl faced Dusty. She stared at Dusty, the image of a wolf with blood seeping on her face from the cut on her ear, the image of a wolf that attacked her, imprinting it in her mind.
Then without hesitation, Siyl conjured up a collection of spit and blood from her mouth. After one more moment of solid staring in Dusty's face, she decided to aim and try to spit it in the wolf's face.
Hoping she would succeed, Siyl also snapped her mouth, praying her teeth would snag in perhaps her nose or eyes, causing enough of a distraction that Dusty would get off her enough so she could squirm out from under.

WORD COUNT: 470
NOTES:
This is like on T.V when an inmate is pissed off at a guard and decides to spit in their face. xD
It's like "Screw you!" -spits-

[nova ♥]

[ Dusty stays rooted upon Siyl's back. Siyl twists underneath her enough to see her face, and her spit lands squarely in Dusty's right eye. Siyl's jaws also desperately clamn on Dusty's upper lip. ]

[Dusty]

For a split second, she could say she felt like she was flying. Dusty truly felt calm as she sailed through the air. She wasn't much off the ground, but the breeze through her pelt felt good. It felt as if all this blood and fighting around her weren't really happened.

That ended the second Siyl looked at her as she sailed through the air and Dusty felt Sily's fur beneath her, bloody from the shoulder wound she had caused earlier. Her aim was perfect, her landing was perfect. She was square on Siyl's back, and she could feel the wolf sink to the ground beneath her. The bloody battlefield was beneath this wolf who would only soak in more blood. They'd both truly be a mess when they got home.

Dusty flicked her ears. She could feel the tiny tear in her ear bleeding, her side soaking with blood from that wound as well. It was as if she were tuned into her blood, running down her head and her sides. She wondered if she'd heal, or if these wounds would perhaps scar? Maybe become infected?

Dusty pressed herself down, pushing Siyl to the ground and rooting the enemy there. This wasn't exactly a smart thing, she wondered why she had jumped on Siyl's back. She could have fled, she realized. Gone home, to safety.

But, then, that would have marked her as a coward. She knew that much, and plus, Siyl already thought of her as a coward. She could plainly hear this wolf's voice in her mind, screaming at her 'wretch'.

Dusty shook her head slightly, she felt disgusting, dirty, violated. All of this blood she was losing, all of this blood caking to her fur. It felt horrible. She had never fought so hard in her life. Dusty strained her neck back in surprise when Siyl's head whipped around and the wolf glared at her. She stared for a second, and then did something rather surprising.

She spit. Spit.

Dusty wrinkled her nose in disgust as the wad of spit sailed toward her and landed in her eye, her eye that also had blood going in it from her ear wound. Dusty let out a bark, "Gross!" She cried, letting out a yelp when Siyl's teeth caught her upper lip, she shook her head, desperately trying to shake Siyl off before Dusty rolled over on her back, off of Siyl.

She had a plan. She didn't know if it would work, after all, it was a pup's game she played with her best friend. They had been rolling around one day, and she had caught him by surprise when he had had her pinned down.

Dusty knew her belly was exposed, but she wouldn't give Siyl enough time to attack, from her back, she pushed herself upward with Siyl attached to her lip and wrapped her arms around the red wolf's neck, aiming her back legs to kick and scratch at Siyl's side. It was a harder maneuver when the wolf was laying down and not standing above her.

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[ Siyl stays latched upon Dusty's lip. Dusty rolls over successfully and her hind legs kick and scratch Siyl's sensitive underbelly, causing deep gashes. ]

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siyl

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The prayers in her mind screamed for Siyl to succeed. Casting a desperate look at Dusty, Siyl could imagine the spit hitting Dusty and seeing the wolf jerk back, twitching from the vile spit. Siyl could imagine squeezing from Dusty's clutch, quickly maneuvering to bite Dusty's neck and end it all.
As if the spit could hear her deepest wishes, and furthermore want to help her, the spit escaped from Siyl's mouth in a glob and flung onto Dusty's face. Landing right where Siyl wanted it to, in the wretch's eye, a beam lit up Siyl's features.

Immediately Dusty recoiled, her face knotting up, nose crinkling and eyes narrowing. Following that was the snap of jaws as Siyl clamped on to Dusty's blood-soaked lower lip- not the place she wanted, but powerful all the same. Its power was made evident as shook her head violently. Siyl laughed as Dusty tried vainly to shake her off, her laugh breaking up the sounds of a fight. It was twisted and shrill, reverberating in her throat. Adding to her delight was the panicked shout of "Gross!" from the harlot, a yelp quickly following.

"Gross indeed!" Siyl cackled, her words slightly slurred from being shaken.

Her plan worked, although not as smoothly as Siyl expected. Dusty, as if she knew what Siyl wanted and was following an order, freed herself from Siyl's stocky body. Onto the ground the mess of gray fur rolled- in the chaos of fur and blood, Siyl heard the faint crunch of dried blood. Then, for a feverishly tantalizing moment, a creamy belly appeared.

Siyl let her mouth gape open slightly, but not too much just in case Dusty's lip slipped out, as she stared at opportunity laying vulnerably right in front of her. The furry belly, hiding all those precious intestines ready to be ripped out from her teeth under its surface. A small dribble of drool even seeped out of her mouth as the excitement built. With her muscles and bones and body working in sync, she jumped for Dusty's beautiful, round, exposed belly...

And found herself face to face with that damn wretch again. With her arms clinging to her neck like some defenceless puppy, Dusty hung off Siyl.
"Get off me! she hissed, tail swishing.
Of course, Dusty couldn't possibly be that kind. Instead, Siyl felt searing pain on her underside, felt the tearing of flesh as the nasty wretch's claws dug into her.

Siyl panicked for a moment, afraid of what Dusty could do. With her head being so uncomfortably close to hers, Dusty could aim for her neck.
Yet, I still have her lip, Siyl remembered. It was bleeding, although not profusely- a simple trinkle of red. Siyl opened her mouth, the lip free from her teeth for a moment, and then, summoning all the power she had in her jaws, closed them down again, craving for her mouth to clamp over Dusty's and thwart any bites she might try to do.

"How's it feel to be the one to lose?" she smiled.

WORD COUNT: 500
NOTES: Although I adore this fighting, realistically I don't think it can carry on much longer. xD Siyl's shoulder is torn up, her belly scarred, her back with claw marks. And then Dusty has a torn ear, her flank bit into, lip pierced by a wolf (I love picturing Siyl hanging off Dusty's lip). I was thinking having Dusty respond to Siyl's attack, but instead of Siyl attacking back she'll just like...insult Dusty or something, and then Dusty could either yell at Siyl back or attack her, and then Siyl could sulk off or something.
Sounds like a perfect end to me. =D

[nova ♥]

[ Siyl's belly wounds are deep, gushing lots of blood. She successfully cramps her teeth firmly around Dusty's entire mouth, though, stopping any change of breathing. ]

[Dusty]

Her head was filled with adrenalie, her eye filled with spit and blood, her fur stained with blood, and her mouth with the taste of blood, now.

Such disgusting tates and smells. She wanted it to end, but it most definitely wasn't going to be Siyl who ended this, because if she did, Dusty knew it would mean her own death. But, at the same time, it wasn't as if Dusty could end this, for she might have to kill Siyl, as well.

Unless, somehow, she could scare the wolf into just...giving up? She doubted Siyl had that kind of personality.

Dusty hung onto her opponent's neck, clawing at Siyl's underbelly. Her own belly was exposed, but she had moved fast enough to cut the sensitive flesh of Sily's belly. Not deep, but Dusty could still feel the blood of her enemy practically pour out and seep between her toes and back paws.

Siyl had laughed at her for reacting before thinking. But, it wasn't as if spit was the most glorious thing in the world, and to have it in your eye! Currently, Dusty's left eye was closed against the disgusting wad, and her own blood mixing with the spit. But, now, Siyl was hissing at her to get off. Sounded more like a beg to Dusty.

Dusty was so close to Siyl, and it was slightly uncomfortable. "You get off and I'll get off!" She retorted with a small lisp. It was hard to speak without her lip stinging with Siyl having hold of it. Truthfully, it was more painful than her ear being ripped.

Then she felt the pressure on her lip gone, and Dusty exhaled, opening her mouth to spit out another snarky retort before Siyl closed her jaw over Dusty's muzzle, her mouth. In a spontaneous reaction, Dusty jerked her head back and forth, shaking it, hoping to shake Siyl off. She knew in the back of her mind it was a failed attempt.

"How's it feel to be the one to lose?" She heard Siyl tease. Tease in an evil way, a smile in her voice. Dusty flattened back her ears, and a growl managed to rumble from the back of her throat despite Siyl having hold of her mouth. Dusty opened her eye that Siyl had spit into. The spit wasn't as disgusting when you were truly starting to become pissed.

Sily's earlier shoulder wounds were staining Dusty's arm fur with her blood, now that she had hold of Siyl's neck like a pup. To lose... the words echoed through Dusty's mind as she pushed Siyl away by her stomach with her back feet, her paws pressing into the stomach wounds she had created. She let her claws extend, keeping her hold on Siyl's neck.

She knew that her claws were sliding out of her paws, and Siyl could probably feel them tickle her neck fur. She inteded to scrape downwards on Siyl's neck now that her claws were extended, probably adding to the damage of Siyl's shoulder wounds. Would this wolf, who called her a wretch, not learn her lesson?

[nova ♥]

[ Dusty's claws prick into Siyl's neck, causing tiny droplets of blood and a stinging sensation. ]