Horizon Ridge of winter and the bleak cold breath

i say lets rock & roll with the flow

[size=medium]"sell your soul not your whole self"[/size]

[size=small]While her initial intentions were irrelevant to the male, her new target, his throat, shot the Ostrega's hostility through the roof. Following her cue, Ciervo too clattered his teeth menacingly as she closed in on him. As a buller that had been shot of the barrel of a gun she lunged, and while he didn have the time (nor the room) to attempt a dodge he opened his maw to meet her attack head on and combat her teeth with his own. Now that she had given the first step, Ciervo was glad to engage in the dangerous dance they commenced with the melodic growls and synchronized snarls.
Two were needed to tango, but only one was needed to laugh at the end.

And hopefully, it would be him who had the last laugh.
With his gums bleeding from the impact and his the curvature of his lips dripping of bloody saliva, Ciervo raised his middle finger at the possible consequences that might come after his next move. In a brusque movement that sent little pebbles raining from the side of the jagged face of the ridge, he pushed or more specifically, attempted to push her off, with his snapping jaws and erratic snarls.

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