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[i]You drop down to one knee, your legs giving out in exhaustion from the ordeal you just went through.
For the past fifteen-ish minutes, you've been fighting this hulking dragon, the irony being that, even though he didn't land a single hit on you, even though you'd been beating him black and blue this entire time, [/i]you're[i] the one now on your knees trying desperately to catch your breath.
To add insult to injury, while he had put up a fight at first, you found that all his attacks were either slowed down, heavily telegraphed, or both, and that was before he stopped attacking altogether and just stood there in his fighting stance, passively taking any punishment you sent his way.
Your breathing becomes slightly less labored, and you're able to raise your gaze from the floor, assessing the damage. He's bruised all over; one right in the middle of his abs catches your eye. His entire body is glistening with sweat, but as you catch sight of his face, you notice it's not the only bodily fluid he's emitting: his right eye is swollen shut, and a trickle of blood is coming out of the corner of his mouth, right next to his tusk.
Yet, despite very much having broken a sweat and looking significantly worse for the wear, he's hardly winded at all. He's still in his stance: standing upright, his right hand formed like a cup next to his upper abs, his left positioned as though to guard his face, balled into a fist save for the index and middle fingers pointing straight upward. He's breathing through his nostrils a little heavily, but it's nowhere near as labored as your own breathing.
Eventually, strength gradually returns to your legs, and you slowly get up. At the sight of this, you notice the dragon's mouth contorting into the slightest hint of a grin. He has every right to be cocky, you suppose, seeing as you'd been throwing everything you had at him, wore yourself out in the process, and were still no closer to knocking him out -- he's truly a glutton for punishment.
The piercing gaze of his golden eyes meets yours, and the dragon's left hand rotates, palm facing away from you. The beckoning gesture that follows coincides with his deep husky voice uttering two words, and very nearly making you weak in the knees all over again.
"Come on..."[/i]
Art by kidrhinoboy
See unbruised version here
[i]You drop down to one knee, your legs giving out in exhaustion from the ordeal you just went through.
For the past fifteen-ish minutes, you've been fighting this hulking dragon, the irony being that, even though he didn't land a single hit on you, even though you'd been beating him black and blue this entire time, [/i]you're[i] the one now on your knees trying desperately to catch your breath.
To add insult to injury, while he had put up a fight at first, you found that all his attacks were either slowed down, heavily telegraphed, or both, and that was before he stopped attacking altogether and just stood there in his fighting stance, passively taking any punishment you sent his way.
Your breathing becomes slightly less labored, and you're able to raise your gaze from the floor, assessing the damage. He's bruised all over; one right in the middle of his abs catches your eye. His entire body is glistening with sweat, but as you catch sight of his face, you notice it's not the only bodily fluid he's emitting: his right eye is swollen shut, and a trickle of blood is coming out of the corner of his mouth, right next to his tusk.
Yet, despite very much having broken a sweat and looking significantly worse for the wear, he's hardly winded at all. He's still in his stance: standing upright, his right hand formed like a cup next to his upper abs, his left positioned as though to guard his face, balled into a fist save for the index and middle fingers pointing straight upward. He's breathing through his nostrils a little heavily, but it's nowhere near as labored as your own breathing.
Eventually, strength gradually returns to your legs, and you slowly get up. At the sight of this, you notice the dragon's mouth contorting into the slightest hint of a grin. He has every right to be cocky, you suppose, seeing as you'd been throwing everything you had at him, wore yourself out in the process, and were still no closer to knocking him out -- he's truly a glutton for punishment.
The piercing gaze of his golden eyes meets yours, and the dragon's left hand rotates, palm facing away from you. The beckoning gesture that follows coincides with his deep husky voice uttering two words, and very nearly making you weak in the knees all over again.
"Come on..."[/i]
Art by kidrhinoboy
See unbruised version here
7 years ago
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