03-20-2019, 11:16 AM
RAMONA LINGRÉ
✯ — THE GROWN UPS TAUGHT ME TO WATCH AND LEARN
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alright, she had to admit that she knew there would be pain associated with this, jumping into a fray instead of letting the killers come to her and catching her unprepared. when beck swiped his paw up at her chin and neck, she didnt try to dodge, she let the pain come, remembering old lessons. his elbow aimed at her throat missed but caught her shoulder, throwing her for a spin and miscalculation of her direction.
stumbling for a few steps, she could hear jervis' cries and let her eyes close, regaining her sense of balance and bolstering her sense of confidence and drive to protect her home. the youngster would swing her head in the direction of the gang-up on jervis, keeping an ear to the sky, knowing the dragon up on high would not be her problem to face at this moment. she was a small thing anyways, and she had the matters of present to focus on. calling upon all of her memories of her uncle, she picked up a stick from the nearby grounds, gripping it tightly in her jaws.
it was time to defend her home, at least in her uncle's memory, and because she didnt know if she would survive this day at all, so it was better to go out swinging. taking a breath, she charged across the open battlefield, mind filled with memories and warnings, and the presence of her uncle and mother. she didn't give a cry, for it sang in her bones and blood, called to the warring nature of her family. aiming a charge at [member=1538]leroy[/member], ramona would change direction at last second, aiming to dive under the other canine with her stick pointed towards his underbelly and thighs, hoping to get it stuck in the male and cause enough of a distraction for a second attack. if her attack was successful, she would use the speed of the attack and the force of the stick striking to spring to her feet on his other side. if unsuccessful, she would slide out on the other side with her stick still in her jaws.
stumbling for a few steps, she could hear jervis' cries and let her eyes close, regaining her sense of balance and bolstering her sense of confidence and drive to protect her home. the youngster would swing her head in the direction of the gang-up on jervis, keeping an ear to the sky, knowing the dragon up on high would not be her problem to face at this moment. she was a small thing anyways, and she had the matters of present to focus on. calling upon all of her memories of her uncle, she picked up a stick from the nearby grounds, gripping it tightly in her jaws.
it was time to defend her home, at least in her uncle's memory, and because she didnt know if she would survive this day at all, so it was better to go out swinging. taking a breath, she charged across the open battlefield, mind filled with memories and warnings, and the presence of her uncle and mother. she didn't give a cry, for it sang in her bones and blood, called to the warring nature of her family. aiming a charge at [member=1538]leroy[/member], ramona would change direction at last second, aiming to dive under the other canine with her stick pointed towards his underbelly and thighs, hoping to get it stuck in the male and cause enough of a distraction for a second attack. if her attack was successful, she would use the speed of the attack and the force of the stick striking to spring to her feet on his other side. if unsuccessful, she would slide out on the other side with her stick still in her jaws.
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