Seaside Moors Unmatched Talents

heheh>:) going off of your roll....

an invigorated thrill at the rumble of his growl, pearled fangs flashing in a grin at his shift in tone upon realising the indentity of his assailant. bold of him to assume his safety just because it was his ivory kissed wife who'd led the assault, and as she straddled him amongst the heather's clutch, the zealous gleam to night touched eyes said as much. she seems almost to purr when he shifts to make an expected retaliation, quite chuffed that he'd so much as dare. a formidable attempt, the strength of his trained muscles working together to draw him from his disadvantageous position with unforeseen speed and it would surely catch someone assured of their victory off guard. but tundra knew him, she had been starkly aware of his skill since the first day they'd ever met and sparred upon the mountain's treacherous slopes and so she was expecting an impressive move such as this.

with practiced agility, she'd linger right until the last millisecond to duck from the approach of iron jaws and jolt her own face forth with a viper's speed beneath his chin and towards the curled creme of his throat. teeth would trace the delicate curls, tantalizingly gentle as she lilted with exaggerated pomposity "think that makes you dead rosencrantz, i've slain the beast"