07-29-2018, 08:33 PM
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She recognizes the command; she understands what she needs to do, and she is quite pleased by the choice of prey. She can smell the blood on the hellhound already, though she is unsure whether it belongs to him or something else. A quiet shriek of acknowledgment comes from her maw as she looks at Owen for confirmation, before turning her full attention to the feminine hellhound.
Racing towards [member=1517]Luca[/member] the teal Utahraptor attempts to shove her clawed right arm into his face, while her teeth go to sink into the top of his back - ideally to crunch the area where his ribs met his shoulders. She's learned by now that these animals like to go for her eyes whenever she bites them, and so she's decided to try to compensate beforehand by obstructing their vision - as well as attacking a place where it's more difficult for them to turn to hit her face.
Racing towards [member=1517]Luca[/member] the teal Utahraptor attempts to shove her clawed right arm into his face, while her teeth go to sink into the top of his back - ideally to crunch the area where his ribs met his shoulders. She's learned by now that these animals like to go for her eyes whenever she bites them, and so she's decided to try to compensate beforehand by obstructing their vision - as well as attacking a place where it's more difficult for them to turn to hit her face.