Post by marcus118 on Feb 20, 2010 15:19:42 GMT -5
His head tilted to the side, causing his brown hair to shift with the motion. A mocking grin painted his chilled lips, displaying his eagerness to get underway. This all a simple game to him, entertainment for the night and the possible chance that their would be two less wolves in the city. He’d stopped the whistling only to focus on spinning the cane, an old habit from a long time ago that had never died, even with his three centuries of life on this torn world. The clothes on his torso still hung open, opening his body to the cold of the night, the same cold that fit him perfectly, Physically and mentally. Bringing the walking aid behind his back one, he brought the spinning to a stop and rested his palm on the lion’s head. The metal matched his own bodily temperature as his flesh molded around it. He still had several more of these in working order, so it wouldn’t matter if this one got busted up a bit. Dark eyes traveled to the bust of the lions head, giving it a stare as he waited for his company for bout to step into the street. Flashes of a time when he had broken bones and skulls with the lions had went by his sight like wildfire, invigorating him for what was to come. It had been awhile since he’d ever had to commit himself fully to a battle, it just wasn’t needed. Hell, the last time he had done so, his opponent had gotten psyched out.
The vampire finally tore his eyes from the head and brought it back up as the werewolf finally decided to come out. About time, he was beginning to grow bored with just standing here. However, Donovan made no move, he simply stood still and watched the wolf in a rather casual posture. Eyes did nothing but stare, simply watching and waiting for the wolf to make the first move. Then without warning, his eyes widened and his lips parted revealing the deadly fangs meant for piercing flesh. He was ready for the bout to begin and whatever the wolf was doing taking his stance was just wasting time. The Italian only offered a smile littered with devious intent as his tongue flicked over the tip of his protruding fang, breaking a small section of his tongue open. The blood flow was instant but small, and he only brought the slick appendage back into his mouth to swallow the escaping fluid.
Then the wolf finally apparently had his stance all settled and was ready to go. Donovan still did nothing, staying silent for the time being as he simply observed the posture of the lycan. Clearly, he knew something about martial arts but that could only do so much in a fight between immortals. In truth, he’d fought superhumans other lycan’s with different forms of martial arts, and true they brought a distinct advantage to combat. Yet it was only so much, especially with an opponent like him, and they found that out once the fight had begun. The vampire smirked at the memories and finally look at his wristwatch which had long ago stopped working. “Time is passing us by friend.” He spoke calmly before looking back up, finally noticing that the wolf had decided to move forward. At last, they could begin, the mutt needed to pick things up so they could move this along. That was of course unless he was trying to string this out until the sun came up, quite easily the cowards way out.
Donovan didn’t have time to finish that line of thinking, because that was when the punch came, nothing but a small jab. He could have avoided or even parried it, but he didn’t, he simply let it come, standing there without a care in the world and nothing but a devious smile displaying eagerness. What was the harm in getting hit? He didn’t see any.
Bam, the first connected, not even causing his head to move. He could feel the impact zone, aggressively making itself known on his features, and for a moment Donovan just kept quiet. Yet it was only for a moment and didn’t last as he chuckled. Shaking his head the vampire looked up, with that still ever present mocking smile that he wore. Interesting after all the build up and all the looks he was given, the only thing this lycan had managed was to give him nothing but a tap, for that’s what it was. He wasn’t sure what the fool was trying to do but then again, he didn’t care either.
Quickly, Donovan began twirling the cane once more, his thoughts going to the hidden extension button the side. He wouldn’t hit it just yet, no need for that little surprise to make it’s appearance known at this moment. He still wanted a little more time with this little feisty one. Yet, lips moved with quick remarks as he continued to twirl the cane in with a solitary hand. “I thought we were here to scrap, not trade love taps.” He ended it with an enticing growl. “If you’re going to hit me, hit me mutt. I’ll give you a free shot.” He turned a cheek to the wolf, waiting for it. Eyes stayed on the wolf, carefully observing his movements as a gleeful grin painted Donovan’s face.
The vampire finally tore his eyes from the head and brought it back up as the werewolf finally decided to come out. About time, he was beginning to grow bored with just standing here. However, Donovan made no move, he simply stood still and watched the wolf in a rather casual posture. Eyes did nothing but stare, simply watching and waiting for the wolf to make the first move. Then without warning, his eyes widened and his lips parted revealing the deadly fangs meant for piercing flesh. He was ready for the bout to begin and whatever the wolf was doing taking his stance was just wasting time. The Italian only offered a smile littered with devious intent as his tongue flicked over the tip of his protruding fang, breaking a small section of his tongue open. The blood flow was instant but small, and he only brought the slick appendage back into his mouth to swallow the escaping fluid.
Then the wolf finally apparently had his stance all settled and was ready to go. Donovan still did nothing, staying silent for the time being as he simply observed the posture of the lycan. Clearly, he knew something about martial arts but that could only do so much in a fight between immortals. In truth, he’d fought superhumans other lycan’s with different forms of martial arts, and true they brought a distinct advantage to combat. Yet it was only so much, especially with an opponent like him, and they found that out once the fight had begun. The vampire smirked at the memories and finally look at his wristwatch which had long ago stopped working. “Time is passing us by friend.” He spoke calmly before looking back up, finally noticing that the wolf had decided to move forward. At last, they could begin, the mutt needed to pick things up so they could move this along. That was of course unless he was trying to string this out until the sun came up, quite easily the cowards way out.
Donovan didn’t have time to finish that line of thinking, because that was when the punch came, nothing but a small jab. He could have avoided or even parried it, but he didn’t, he simply let it come, standing there without a care in the world and nothing but a devious smile displaying eagerness. What was the harm in getting hit? He didn’t see any.
Bam, the first connected, not even causing his head to move. He could feel the impact zone, aggressively making itself known on his features, and for a moment Donovan just kept quiet. Yet it was only for a moment and didn’t last as he chuckled. Shaking his head the vampire looked up, with that still ever present mocking smile that he wore. Interesting after all the build up and all the looks he was given, the only thing this lycan had managed was to give him nothing but a tap, for that’s what it was. He wasn’t sure what the fool was trying to do but then again, he didn’t care either.
Quickly, Donovan began twirling the cane once more, his thoughts going to the hidden extension button the side. He wouldn’t hit it just yet, no need for that little surprise to make it’s appearance known at this moment. He still wanted a little more time with this little feisty one. Yet, lips moved with quick remarks as he continued to twirl the cane in with a solitary hand. “I thought we were here to scrap, not trade love taps.” He ended it with an enticing growl. “If you’re going to hit me, hit me mutt. I’ll give you a free shot.” He turned a cheek to the wolf, waiting for it. Eyes stayed on the wolf, carefully observing his movements as a gleeful grin painted Donovan’s face.