[Deleted]

Name- Romulus
Breed- Arabian x Paint x Morgan x Oldenburg x Westphalian x Thoroughbred
Age- 3 years
Gender- Male
Height- 17 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%

Oh yes. What happens when you cannot tempt a certain little whore with a little sex? You challenge them and give them no way out. A snort echoed over the land as he let it loose. Paper thins flared, soaking in every scent he could capture. Dreadlocks hung limply upon his thick boa, which was at an arched angle. Silently, knives slide across the terrain as he stalked the lightening landscape. It was still another hour or so until the sun came up. He loved how the dew felt upon his bi-colored pelt. It was nippy, and the weather was cold, but Romulus lived for the cold. He loved the cold. Hazel opticals were hard set in front of the beasts massive frame. The brute smirked to himself at the thought of fighting this bitch just to get rights to her cunt. His mother had been the reason he grew up hating everything. When you have a mother who hates everything, you just cannot help it. You begin to hate everything too. Thick raven dyed whip cord slid across the backs of his hocks with every sway of his hips. He stalked the shadows that lingered, trying to keep their reign of the Earth for as long as possible.

The sun was starting to ebb its way up into the sky. It was playing peek-a-boo with the mountains. He shifted his gaze slightly to stare as the sky began to fade into a soft lavender, knowing soon it'd be a bright sky blue. Salmon hued paper thins flared again as he took in more scents. He grew impatient, and he picked up a long trot, slender pillars carrying him gracefully over the topography. He had gained many favors being a mutt mixed with sporty breeds, and his entire posture showed his pride in it. He held himself in high regards, who wouldn't when you were as sexy as him? Tossing his dial, he propelled himself into an easy canter, gliding over the terrain towards the fields where he would meet Zana, the mare he challenged. She did not want to mingle with him willingly without a fight, so he compromised. Now, she'd potentially get her pretty coat all dirty and possibly even scarred up for good. He liked that idea. Oh how he'd love to watch that pretty face bleed, leaking crimson tears from multiple wounds that marked her fucking face. He licked his velveteen kissers as the thought excited him. He wanted to watch her bleed. He wanted to see her all grungy, filthy, lying in the dirt begging for forgiveness, begging for mercy, as he stood over her, her blood splattered across his coat. He'd enjoy that so much he might not need her for sex. Shivering as a tingle ran through him, a tingle of pleasure, he whinnied shrilly. Even more than having her beg him for mercy... Oh how he'd love to hear her crying, begging him to let her go, as he took her as his own. He would not mind forcing himself on her.

He wanted to watch her cry like a freaking little baby brat who did not get their way. He wanted to see her turn ugly and then he wanted to fuck her. As ugly as she would be, he'd enjoy every second of it. He bit his tongue to get his mind to focus. He shook his dome and slowed to a walk. The smell of decay and old blood and stale sweat hit his paper thins and he relished within the thoughts of how many had fallen here. He inhaled deeply. So was this euphoric pleasure? Mind numbing pleasure racked his entire body. He nearly pranced into the grounds that would be where he and the whore faced off. He found a nice little spot he deemed worthy of his time and energy and he stopped his motions. Lifting his mighty dial he snorted. Of course the whore was late to this party. But the longer she kept him waiting, the more frustrated he got, both mentally and sexually. Oh how he wanted to see her dished face. He wanted to spit on it, then have her beg for more spit. Chuckling, he drew shapes in the dirt at his feet, then played with what looked like half a vertebrae bone. "Come out, come out where ever you are, my sweet.... It is time you met your maker... " He whispered, more to himself, imagining how she should react, imagining how much fun she was going to be as he made her squeal. Hell, he doubted this would be the only time he fucked her. He'd make a point of it, he would make sure he came back for more and more. But first, he'd beat her up, draw blood when and where he could, then he'd bang her. But not until she was bleeding. The scent of dried up blood only fueled his passion for this. But for now, he had to wait until Zana arrived, and he hoped against hope that she was ready. Romulus had caught sight of her while out walking one day. He was about to teach her why she should always, and he meant ALWAYS, stay home next to your fucking mommy and daddy. May the odds be ever in her favor.


Character: Rommy
Written For: ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ with Zana
Amount Written: 901
Noteworthy: May the odds be ever in your favor!

Standard four hits, two dodges
FIVE DAYS to reply (Agreed upon both parties)
No word limit



If Romulus wins, He gets a foal from Zana
If Romulus loses, Romulus is Zana's slave until further notice

[❅ Icy Dragon ✩]

Name- Zana's Rose
Breed- Arabian
Age- Six
Gender- Mare
Height- 14.3 Hands
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 100%

Defaults- 4 Hits, 2 Dodges
Days- 5 to reply fully
Regulations- 1 hit per post, must use all 4 hits (set by Tweak)
Words- No limit, rambling is an oh well

Prize-
Romulus wins rights to breed Zana
Zana wins Romulus as a slave

It didn't make a difference that the sun had yet to peak fully over the flat horizon; the girl's blood was boiling hot enough in her veins to replace a million and one suns. The spider-web like tendrils of capillaries forced the near molten liquid through each well defined inch of her body. The heat was unsettling, but became the main source of motivation. Oh, pissed off? No, that was the bare bones of a very loose understatement. Rather the level of absolute anger that the girl felt was almost unbearable for her dainty body to keep in check. The very thought of why she had been forced to this land at such a ridiculous hour had her stomach churning. At some point, she wished that she could vomit the feeling up in high hopes it'd resemble daggers. At least daggers could assist in the mutilation of the bastard that was her opponent. Oh, she would not leave a single cell of that insolent stallion unscathed! She longed for the moment where her worn hooves would find their sharpness once buried deep within his disgusting excuse for flesh. The immediate spill of his crimson essence would stain them, but she wouldn't mind wearing the stallion's blood. Rather such an addition would become welcomed and she found herself enjoying the thought of his pain. Any stallion who though of himself so highly to challenge a girl over such a thing deserved his punishment. For her womb of all things! He had to pick the very organ she carried that had the capability of dragging a soul from the heavens and forcing it into a small mound of flesh and brittle bone. Surely there could have been a better exchange? An eye for an eye, anyone? Instead he had the audacity to abuse his right to fight and challenged the mare for the right to create another life. Did he not understand how valuable a foal's delicate existence was? He couldn't possibly understand the consequences for what he was attempting. This young asshole must have had no idea of what eh was getting himself into.

Vague traces of various purple hues wove their ways across the sky in an attempt to show that the sun would be rising soon. It was almost a gorgeous dawn, with the faint glow of the sun still lingering just beyond the horizon. The glow seemed almost stuck there, just below what would make tomorrow come into existence and just a tad too high to be considered the previous night. The world was caught in this strange limbo and the pale, unborn light was just enough for the girl to see in. With the sun trailing beneath the horizon behind her, the girl approached the lands she had been summoned to. Already she could see her challenger in all his brilliant idiocy as he awaited her arrival. What a fool he was to drag his sorry ass here so early in some vain attempt to get laid. She had already decided to make this stallion regret that he had so much as thought about doing something so foolish. He would not be leaving here without a few new additions to his anatomy or at the very least some losses from it.

Her dark hooves were sure as they kissed the chilled, dusty ground. Traces of dust rose up lazily around her ankles as she halted before the multicolored stallion. In the dim lightening she could see that on any other day she'd consider him handsome. However, the girl did value brains in a relationship and it was becoming clear to her that this boy didn't have much between the ears. It was obvious who was the stronger combatant; the stallion stood just over two whole hands above her and his bloodlines were obviously heavier than the ones that coursed through her veins. This was going to be quite the challenge and she wasn't nearly as prepared as she knew she ought to be. Still, the girl knew she had to fight with all her vigor to keep this jackass out of the family tree. With a crude dip of the head, the girl spoke with sarcasm oozing from her vocal cords, "It's an absolute pleasure to see you again. Honestly, I didn't think I'd get the honor. I thought that perhaps you had a lick of sense behind those pretty little eyes of yours; it doesn't seem like much of the world does anymore. So I guess we can't all be winners, huh, fuckhead?" It was the very most the girl could force out of her throat and the words hung heavy in the thin, cold air.

As if on some secret cue the girl tore herself from her previously firm placement on the ground and took the last dwindling steps between the two with as massive of stride she could take. If there would be any chance of her making it out of this battle without gaping wounds, she'd have to at least get creative with it. So the girl feigned to the stallion's right, only pounding her hooves harshly into the ground in a dance that brought her to the stallion's left when she was nearly on him. There wasn't much time to slow herself down, but the girl made an attempt to use this momentum to her advantage. She pushed herself back on her haunches and reared up, letting her momentum carry her in an attempt to add some force to her attack. Whereas her legs on their own didn't carry as much strength as the stallion's, she figured with the added speed her hooves in their controlled flailing would be able to do some damage to the stallion's side. However, she also realized that should she miss then the landing would be just as harsh on her hooves as it'd be on his flesh.

Attacks- one, two, three, four
Dodges- one, two

Attack Made- She reared and tried to slash at his ribs with her hooves. She hoped the momentum would assist her in hurting him since she's so much smaller than he is.

staff edit: table picture only leads to a bigger version of the manipulation. I cant tell it leads to dA but it is difficult to find the orginal manipulation.❅ Icy Dragon ✩


Written For - @rattler
Muse - Not so great
Notes - It's your move now >D

[Deleted]

Name- Romulus
Breed- Arabian x Paint x Morgan x Oldenburg x Westphalian x Thoroughbred
Age- 3 years
Gender- Male
Height- 17 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100% --- 95%

A soft sigh snaked through parted kissers. Ebon tendrils dangled over his broad forehead, occasionally causing him to blink when a stray strand tickled his lashes. He had challenged a wench to a fight over her womb. He had no desire to lose, but he was not so stupid, so ignorant as to already call him victorious. No. He knew plans could go astray, though he had every intention on not letting that happen. Voids scanned the terrain restlessly. He had been waiting for his rather attractive opponent to arrive. He wanted to dig into her flesh, though he was sure society would look down upon that. Bloodying a mare up just to gain pleasure to fuck her. He smirked. Somewhere along the ebbs of the stale breeze that stalked this area, he caught the familiar scent of the femmora. His target had arrived. In the distance, he could see the dark form of the witch. His groin heated up. Thorns flew erectile and the stud snorted as she approached the clearing. Peach knives made soft thuds 'pon the sod as he shifted his weight lazily. As she got even closer, he looked her over. Not a single flaw... Good... He thought quietly to himself. The more flawless she is, the more he can see the damage he was about to cause. He wanted to purr like a kitten at the thought. He welcomed it, oh how he welcomed the thought of her bleeding.

The dew had left his coat not too long ago, and he missed the feeling. He enjoyed water, it was a natural love. He loved how the cold breeze softly caressed his frame, almost as if it were a lover gently running her fingers over the flesh. He felt a tingle go through his physique again. He did not shift his position. He did not lower or raise his head. The hellion flicked his thick hock kisser, almost as if bored. Looking over the wench again he smirked and offered her a wink, a crooked smile, and a cock of his brow. A little flirting never hurt. Much. "It's an absolute pleasure to see you again. Honestly, I didn't think I'd get the honor. I thought that perhaps you had a lick of sense behind those pretty little eyes of yours; it doesn't seem like much of the world does anymore. So I guess we can't all be winners, huh, fuckhead?" Her lyrics buried their way into his ear canals and he cocked a brow again and only smirked towards her. Oh, how typical of a woman. Chit chat. He held back a bored yawn. Though he did roll his opticals before he decided he'd answer her. "You of all people should know not every one is a winner, Sweetie. After all, when was the last time you ever won anything?" He lifted his dial as he let his words slide off his tongue like turpentine. He could be just as cold as the whore, if not colder.

He watched the mares columns, watched her harks, her orbs, and her whip cord. He had learned to watch and listen to body language. After all, his mother was the best teacher for such a thing. Loose pebbles and stone rattled against the ground as it bounced up and away from the femmora's suddenly in motion daggers. Pinning his thorns, he heard and saw her get closer, and with a swift motion, the mare was upon him, dancing on her hind legs as she played her game. Feinting an attack had caught him off guard, he had to admit, and he smirked slightly as he worked to gather his focus. Though, his motions were a tad slower than they ought to have been. The bitches knives caught his shoulder blade and as he twisted, he felt them slide across his pelt, slicing apart the skin that hung against his muscular frame. His crimson tears fell from the wound and it immediately heated up around the now quickly swelling flesh. He shook his dial and glared towards the wench. Watching her land, he growled, baring his dentals and with a rear more intended to intimidate, he then lunged forward with another rear and attempted to grab her by the poll with his teeth. If he was lucky, he'd grab hold and pull her down to the ground as he landed from the upwards breach.

Thick tendrils were lively as they danced about his nape. His barrel and shoulder throbbed as the blood leaked from within, and more dried on his bi-colored, nearly immaculate coat. Oh she'd pay for staining his pristine white sheen. The sun had risen quite a bit, and the rays of light now shone across the battle grounds that he had picked. Old, decayed bones littered the terrain and had basically become a permanent ornament. The cracked, desolate earth was stained red in many places, from the blood lost by earlier victims. New blood splatters scattered the ground around them, as Romulus' injury fed the hungry crust. It seemed eager to get more of the juicy fluids he created. He'd feed the earth. Not only his blood, but this whore's blood too. Would it accept a whore's blood? Why, of course, it does every day.



Character: Romulus
Written For: ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ with Zana
Amount Written: 892
Noteworthy:

Damage Received: Her hoof caught his shoulder blade, and as he turned to try to minimize impact, it ran along his barrel. He has a three inch gash from shoulder to the third rib from his elbow that is bleeding, and it will bruise the bone.

Damage Trying to Give: He attempted to grab her by the poll/crest and pull her down to her knees as he landed from a rear, hoping to damage either her front knees/fetlocks from the impact and/or damaging her crest/poll with the force of his bite.

Hits: 1, 2, 3, 4
Dodges: 1, 2

[❅ Icy Dragon ✩]

Name- Zana's Rose
Breed- Arabian
Age- Six
Gender- Mare
Height- 14.3 Hands
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 100% - 83%

Prize Changed- Now if Zana wins, Romulus has gambled Master Bates. She will be able to keep him as a slave instead. Agreed on by Tweak.

It had been such a long time since she had last had felt her dark hooves connect with something as fleshy as another living being was. Despite having the stallion move, she could very clearly feel the satisfaction of having her hooves scrape against his skin. His red essence streaked her hooves in the way she had imagined previously, but her moment did not last very long. Having her hooves connect with the stud had slowed her, but she still landed hard. Pain shot up her forelegs in thin spears and for the moment she became distracted by it. There was no injury. She knew very well she'd be able to walk and prance about, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt in the back corner of her mind. It felt more of an irritant than a pain, so the girl forced her mind back into the lethal game she had been dragged into just in time to catch sight of the stallion rearing. The sudden motion startled the girl and she stepped as fast as she could to the side. Her hooves danced once again in the dust, bringing her back enough so she had enough space to move out of the way. However she didn't account that this rear wasn't his attack and she hesitated when he landed again. Perhaps the rear had just been in retaliation? She didn't know, but found herself losing time to her confused thoughts. The stallion raised himself up again and she had to admit, it was a magnificent sight to behold so early in the morning. The ever brightening streaks of purple seemed to line up perfectly with the stag's dim outline in the predawn sky. The momentary beauty of such a disgusting situation and her already stunned forelegs slowed the girl and she couldn't get her hooves to move at their usual rate. She stumbled backwards briefly, attempting to avoid the massive stallion as he came down out of his rear. However this panned out terribly for her and his teeth found her delicate flesh.

A shriek tore out from the girl's vocal cords, piercing the thin morning air with a liveliness that the fresh world had not yet seen. The stallion's teeth dug their way through her left ear and from how fast her face was approaching the ground, it didn't seem like he was letting go. Already she could feel the flesh tearing and the heat of fresh blood streaming from the bite. Time seemed to take a step back and the girl's entire world slowed down. Her damaged ear still could pick up on the sickening tearing noises coming as the cartilage and skin began to separate. The pain was more like a fire that out burned any anger that she had ever felt. It heated up her flesh at the base of her ear and burned like an inferno where the stag's teeth were embedded. It was too much and the mare knew very clearly that this could have been so much worse. Her face was nearly in the ground and each heavy breath pushed up dust into small spirally clouds. The particles tried to blind her, but the mare squeezed her eyes shut before they could offend the sensitive organs. Pain kept her lids tightly closed and her breathing hard. As the dust began to settle on the fine, black hairs of her coat, the mare decided she had to make a move before she was forced to her knees. The momentum of the attack had made her stumble forward in a desperate attempt to stay upright. Her hoof clipped her jaw, scraping painfully along her pretty face before finding a steady hold in the dry ground. This balance wouldn't last her very long and the girl knew that she had to do something fast. If she lost herself and went down she knew that it would be the end and this Romulus would have his way with her. There wasn't much of an option left besides to other than at the cost of just a little more pain and blood.

The ebony mare jerked her head away roughly and was very surprised at how easy it had turned out to be. She had thought that she'd have to tear through more cartilage and flesh to have some disgusting, mangled ear left over from the escape. However, she realized that the reason for this was that there simply was no ear left. The feeling was entirely gone from most of her sensitive ear and only the hot pain radiating at the base was left. The bastard had severed her ear, so it would seem. A permanent damage to her otherwise pristine features. For this sort of injury, she wouldn't allow him the freedom of leaving not permanently scathed. The thought of what had brought her to this damned land in the first place was shoved into the furthest crevice of her mind and the lust for revenge took it's place. How dare the stallion mar her in such a way? Who the fuck did he think he was? It absolutely disgusted the girl to know this disgrace had the honor of mingling his blood with her's. What was she to do now? If she lost here and a poor soul was pushed out of her womb, what would she tell it when it asked how mommy lost her ear? The girl did have some idea of what she'd tell her spawn, that the disgusting creature who had damaged her was just a pile of bleached bones that got shit on by the birds. "You bastard!" the girl screeched, pulling her head back up to full height and sparing no time in pushing her forelegs off the ground in a display not unlike either of them had just shown. However, it was different this time. Her forelegs weren't sent flailing about in the air like knives at some massive target. Instead, the girl brought herself up to what she considered a decent height before forcing herself to descend again. Her farthest hoof aimed for the stallion's fat head and the closest for his neck. She kept her judgement active, hoping to strike the stallion if raised his head or even kept it lowered. Either way, she didn't think she'd care as long as he got his pretty face marked up.

Attacks- one, two, three, four
Dodges- one, two

Damage Done- When Romulus bit, he bit her ear due to her moving. Then, when he pulled her down, he pulled her down by the ear and all it took to sever the ear completely was her pulling away. She is missing about 3/4 of her left ear now. She also had a minor clip of her face with her own hoof in the process of righting herself. When she landed her hurt her forelegs a little, but there is no damage.

Attack Made- She reared up once free and aimed to smash Romulus' head or neck with her hooves. If he rose she is hoping to still get a nice slice or hit in.


Written For - @rattler
Muse - None. At all. Egads, I'm so tired.
Words - 1087
Notes - I was scared I wouldn't make the deadline Dx I'm going to get like 2 hours of sleep tonight -flails-

staff edit: table picture only leads to a bigger version of the manipulation. I cant tell it leads to dA but it is difficult to find the orginal manipulation.

[Deleted]

Name- Romulus
Breed- Arabian x Paint x Morgan x Oldenburg x Westphalian x Thoroughbred
Age- 3 years
Gender- Male
Height- 17 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 80%

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The simple joys in life were those that often took your breath away, right? Often times, those were what imprinted themselves permanently on your mind, in your heart, and in your memories, never to fade. His thoughts were jolted by the sound of his opponents hooves colliding with the ground, hard. He cocked an ear, good enough. A smirk danced upon his shadowed maw. His shoulder stung like a bitch and he felt the muscles and tender flesh rip with every stretch of his delicate skin around the gaping slash. It would not get a chance to properly heal until after the two had done their jobs at trying to eat each others faces off. Thorns wen to their beds as he imagined slicing her tender flesh over and over. Gritting his teeth, he growled in his throat and licked his velveteen kissers. He had planned his attack accordingly, and it had only helped his efforts with the fact the mare was dumb enough to hurt herself in the process of hurting him. That thought excited him, oh it did excite him very much. His body had gained momentum and he enjoyed how the cool morning air streamlined against his dual toned pelt.

The heavens were a painted canvas of purples, pinks, blues, and fading oranges and caramels. It would not be long until the sun made its way over the mountains to say hello to the world. In fact, birds started chirping and singing in the distance and Romulus grew antsier by the minute. Oh how exciting this day was turning out to be. Vultures and scavengers had gathered around, waiting for any scraps to be left behind. Romulus paid them no heed. No, his focus was on this mare. His attack had made contact and he felt his teeth clamp down upon her tender flesh. After that, both bodies began their descent and Romulus tasted her blood as it snaked its way onto his tongue, dying his mouth crimson. His thorns flew erect and he wanted to relish the taste of his opponents carnage but he knew he had no time for that. Her squeals made him clamp down harder as he felt pleasure waves ride his spine. He emitted a guttural growl and let the vibrations reverberate through her tender flesh. He felt the mare falling faster than he expected and threw his own pillars down to catch himself, not caring whether he did more damage to her or not in the process. The taste of her blood and the squeals of agony she was giving off put him through an adrenaline rush and he was enjoying it thoroughly.

His joy ride was up before he knew it though. The mare suddenly jerked her head away and he growled louder towards her, narrowing his voids. He snorted, paper thins flaring, taking in the scent of her gore that stained his lips red and spit the chunk of her ear out at her feet. "You bastard!" Her lyrics pounded his harks like bombs from a bomber plane. He snorted towards her, spat out her blood mixed with his spittle and smirked at her. He lifted his dial defiantly. "Words don't hurt darling." He hissed towards the damsel, daring her to give him her worst. He watched the wench rear up and had little time to really think things through. He tossed his head to the side and up, rearing himself to spin away. He felt her hoof catch right behind his ear and drag across his skin, the impact point getting pierced by the sharp edge of her hoof wall. Her hoof had slid the length of his nape and he spun around to face away from her. With a sudden movement, he thrust his hind end upwards, flinging his hind columns up towards her face, chest, or throat. Thorns were pinned as he played his move. His teeth ground together as he tossed his head in anger. "C'mon bitch, let's dance with the devil tonight." He chided through gritted teeth. Hazel opticals rolled as he growled again. His hind legs had found their way back home to the ground and he trotted off, waiting to inspect any damage he had hoped to cause. He was growing tired, as was his patience. He felt his shoulder protest as the weak flesh parted again. His boa ached and throbbed, he felt the bruising already forming, and even felt swelling. Heat rushed to the area as the cells within tried to mend themselves enough to heal. They would have to wait. Romulus hated the thought of his once pristine coat now being marred by this whore. He clenched his teeth harder together as he glared at the ebon vixen. Oh honey, I do believe you just pushed the wrong button. he stated silently as he contemplated her next move. He had left the field open, it was her choice on how to come at him. And admittedly, he wanted to feel her give him her all. Looking at the mares bloody stump of an ear gave him immense pleasure and he grinned, his mouth losing the red tint slowly. His velvety kissers were still stained the color of her crimson fluids, but he wanted to rub it in. He sneered towards the mare, reveling in the fact that he had her blood on him.


Character: rommy
Written For: ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ w zana
Amount Written: 901
Noteworthy:

Damage Received: The edges of her hoof wall/toe cut him open (about two inches, deep enough to rip through his flesh to cause blood to trickle down his neck to his chest) and she has bruised and 'knotted' his muscles along his crest/neck. He will be bruised and not be able to turn his head to the left for a few weeks due to the knotting in his muscles.

Damage Trying to Give: He has attempted to either kick her chest, throat, or any part of her face with his hind legs.

Hits: 1, 2, 3, 4
Dodges: 1, 2

[❅ Icy Dragon ✩]

Name- Zana's Rose
Breed- Arabian
Age- Six
Gender- Mare
Height- 14.3 Hands
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 83% - 73%

Rule Change- There are now only THREE hits, not four. Agreed on by Tweak.

Amongst all of the girl's rage, the deliciously solid feeling of her hooves connecting with flesh rang clear in her forelegs. It wasn't nearly as satisfying as she had thought it would be. Instead, she could just feel her hooves scraping across his disgusting flesh in hits that weren't anywhere near a deadly blow. It was far from what the girl had hoped for and she was becoming frustrated with her smaller size. How fair was it that some dainty girl had to go up against a stallion as massive as he was? Even with her hooves far above the ground, she still felt incredibly small in comparison to the brute. She thought it was a very sick world if stallions were allowed to challenge mares over the right to their wombs. Though the stallions had to be at least a little fucked up in the head to resort to such primitive tactics. The stallion that she now battered her hooves against didn't seem to be ugly or deformed. He instead seemed like he could be considered handsome by some. It didn't make any sense to her why a reasonably attractive stallion would be challenging a random mare. It led her to believe this stallion was totally fucked in the head; any horse who so calmly spat out his opponent's ear had to be. If that was the case, then the only way for him to get laid must have been in order to fight for it. A passing thought in the girl's jumbled mind mused over the idea of manipulating this clearly disturbed stallion. If he had some sense of a heart, perhaps she could tap into it and get him to end this bloody competition. However, it was too late for such tricks. Blood had already been spilled and the girl felt no regret in accepting the ridiculous challenge. Forfeit was not an option she was willing to take, despite how hard it was getting to continue her battle. Even though her attack met skin and blood, the girl realized just how serious of a problem her now missing ear could pose. Hot blood had begun streaming out of the gaping wound; it trickled over the tops of her eyelashes and threatened to blind her eye. The possibility of blood seeping into her eye forced to girl to squeeze it shut in an instant. This left her temporarily blinded to the left side and forced her movements to slow with hesitation.

She hardly had any time to come down from her rear before the stallion twisted with agility that surprised her. His hooves were already cutting through the crisp air before she could react fully and she barely managed to throw her weight to the left before the attack could connect. Her full and messy mind had enough stamina to remind the girl to keep the stallion on her right, even if it were just a little to the right. At least she'd be able to see his attacks and as far as she knew, there was nothing to her left. It was a bizarre leap of faith, but the girl was grateful for it. The girl's small hooves sliced through the air in a desperate attempt to hit the ground so she could get moving. They barely connected with the cracked and dry terrain before she was forcing her legs to move as fast as they could. With a strenuous push of her rear legs, the girl flung her weight forward with as much coordination as she could spare. The sudden motion wasn't enough to totally free her from her opponent's hooves. Despite the effort to get the fuck out of the way, the mare felt one of the stallion's massive hooves hit on her hindquarters. The impact of the hit sent the mare stumbling over her own hooves, but she managed to stay upright. Waves of pain and shock began to disperse from just behind her hip. It once again nearly staggered the girl, but she collected herself and halted after a few unsure steps. Her hind right leg felt sore and she hardly wanted to use it. It was a well known, unspoken law that a horse without all four hooves was a dead one, so the mare forced herself to keep her hoof on the ground. She could tell without a single glance that blood was flowing from the new wound, but not as heavily as it did from her ear. Her sore jaw began to fade into the background in light of the new pain and she was beginning to have a hard time focusing on one sore spot or another. Her entire body felt as if she were on fire, like a flame roaring into its short life. White fog burst from her nostrils, due to the cold, so she called this her smoke. Her embers would be her heart, still bravely pumping blood through her veins and out from her injuries. A fire wouldn't burn out simply because one of its logs had blackened and fallen to the side.

Her dark gaze fell upon the stallion, picking up easily on his white stained coat in the still dim light. No longer could she see the sun prickling its way up to the horizon, for now she faced away from it. The stallion had moved away enough of a distance for the girl to contemplate just where the sun was rising from and move accordingly. She cast a glance down at the ground between her and the stallion. Traces of blood marred the dusty ground, but only a dark stain remained from wherever the original liquid had fallen. The terrain could suck up all the crimson gold it wanted, but it'd never have enough to become drunk on it. Violence was always in vain seeing as all life would end up dead once again. The girl knew this well and she still decided it was not enough of a distracting thought to throw her off. Instead, she focused on the faint, but growing shadows being cast by her form. All she had to do was wait a few moments longer and she'd have the sun to her back. There would be hardly any warmth from its light as it rose and caressed the world in daytime. Despite this, the girl still placed her trust in the glowing orb. With the few moments she still had to spare, the girl began to brace herself against the pain to come. The anticipation of moving had caused her muscles to tense up and the kick to her rear to protest with a pang of pain. She collected herself and sacrificed only a second to muse over how much of a bastard this stallion was for moving away again. It took more effort than the mare felt it should have for her to get her legs going again. She hoped the hesitation wasn't noticeable as her hooves dug into the dry ground, carrying her forward at a typical walking pace. The girl kept her head tilted to the left, just enough so that she could clearly see the stallion from her eye not being cloaked in drying blood. Her unsymmetrical ears were pinned nearly flat against her skull and her hooves were placed as surely as she could make her stressed limbs place them. Her hind leg seemed to work alright for the moment, though she had to fight not to wince with each shift of weight on and off of it. She was in no rush to reach the stallion and she intended on making this obvious. Whereas she would have liked to bury his destroyed skull into the ground and smear his brain into the cracks of the ground, she knew dreams weren't reality. There was only so much more that the girl was willing to put herself through. Although, this was mostly due to her opponent's size and the risk of further injury. There wasn't much that the ebony girl could think of to could do. She didn't want to bother with another attempt at getting her forelegs off the ground; it just seemed like a painful idea at this point to rear. Her forelegs did still send mild traces of pain to her nerves with each step, but it wasn't enough to hinder her from using them as a last resort. It was almost a surprise to her how well her limbs held up while she closed the distance between them. "You've had my flesh in you, I see no need to have you return the favor," she vocalized in a very dry tone. "You should start getting used to the feel of slaves; a pathetic stag like yourself could never tempt a real woman," she taunted and added a flick of her tail for emphasis. The distance was closing and whereas she enjoyed tossing a few words out, she knew she had to focus. With a grunt and a grimace, she lurched forward towards the stallion. Her hooves dug into the ground and left deep wounds as the mare made sure she wouldn't slip. This time she'd face him with a more direct attack, with the hopes of changing things up. She stumbled just once in her charge and bit back a cry of pain; she couldn't show any further weakness. The mare reached her target quickly, slowing as she decided to go along the stallion's left side, leaving her blind eye to him. She held hopes that he would have assumed she'd try to stay with her good eye towards him, but she didn't bother thinking about it for too long. Without any hesitation, she forced her weight to her forelegs and flung her hind hooves into the air, trying to carve the stag's throat open with them. She turned her head just a bit to the right, catching a glimpse of the stallion to help her aim. However, she couldn't stay on just two of her hooves too long and had to drop her hind hooves back to the ground. With the heat radiating in her thigh and the blood still trickling thin lines down her face, the mare had much more to worry about than her hooves connecting. She righted herself and turned her good eye to the stag to survey if damage had been dealt.

Attacks- one, two, three
Dodges- one, two

Damage Done- She managed to move mostly out of the way of his kick, however one hoof hit a little behind her hip.

Dodge Used- Wanted to use a dodge even if she did get hit since it wasn't the original attack intended and wasn't as sever.

Attack Made- She attempted to kick up at his throat in order to either slice it or make it hard to breathe.

Written For - @rattler
Muse - e.e
Words - 1758
Notes - I don't want to talk about this post lol -kicks post-

staff edit: table picture only leads to a bigger version of the manipulation. I cant tell it leads to dA but it is difficult to find the orginal manipulation.

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Name- Romulus
Breed- Arabian x Paint x Morgan x Oldenburg x Westphalian x Thoroughbred
Age- 3 years
Gender- Male
Height- 17 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 70%



The sun was well on its way towards the breaking point. The mountains were catching rays from the sun and the rays were breaking out over the peaks. Romulus had felt the slight increase in the temperature and he wanted to retreat into the shadows. He did not have that option in this moment of time. Birds were beginning to chirp and sing in the distance, though many were avoiding the blood coated battlefields. Romulus was thankful for that, birds often distracted people, and he was in no position to welcome any distractions. However, the scavengers of the species hung nearby, patiently awaiting. He was certain her chunk of ear would be picked at after they walked away. One raven seemed particularly interested in it. Romulus chuckled. It had felt great to rip that chunk of the bitch off. He still tasted her inner fluids.

With a grunt and a snort, the stallion felt the heat rising as more ground got kissed by the suns outstretched rays. The dun splashed hellions coat was lightening with the increasing amount of sunlight that greeted everything. The blood stains that graffitied his pristine blank sheets were standing out like sore thumbs. He would make sure the wench paid for the damage she had done to him. But, maybe he already had when he had claimed her ear. He would remember the feeling of how it felt when her flesh, muscles, and cartilage had ripped apart, stuck between the clamped jaws of himself always. He'd relish that feeling for a while. The wench had been facing towards the suns outbreak and his hazel eyes were lighting up as it rose. He ducked his head and blinked, but he kept his focus up, using his ears more than his eyes at this point in time. He listened for her hoof falls, and her breathing. His own breathing was labored, it had gotten heavy, and the wounds screamed at him to stop moving. His flesh despised how taut the skin got with every motion. Black whip cord danced around his hocks and his tendrils hung quietly about his thick boa. Pillars held fast, despite how heavy his body felt. Throughout the fight, he had gotten doused with his own sweat, the white lathery foam clinging to his pelt.

A vulture croaked towards the duo of fighting horses. He pinned his thorns and kicked his hind leg out towards the ground. The vulture had hopped a few feet closer at that point. Romulus had then lifted his dial and growled, the vulture hopped further away after that. The hellion smirked. He won that fight at least. He was not dead yet, he would not tolerate a vulture getting close to him. Not this time. He would allow it if he was close to death, but it was going to take more than a few shaky limbs to get him down and allow a bird to feed upon his still warm carcass. Thick skull was thrown into the air and he breathed out into the crisp morning air, paper thins flaring. Soft pink nasal passages caught the light for a moment before he dropped his dial. Hazel voids rolled back into their sockets as he rolled back onto his hind legs to give a half rear. His knives had barely left the ground before they had touched the turf again. Salmon tongue rubbed across his velveteen kissers.

The ebon mare before him had been his opponent. He had picked her. He chose her out of a good number of other whores. But this was no whore. No, a true whore would have willingly fallen towards him. But he did not want that. No. He wanted the challenge, he wanted them to not want it. The more they were against it, the better they were. He liked the ones who did not want it. Oh the more they struggled, the more he got excited. The more they pulled away, the more he'd go after them. It was his sick twisted mind. The demon had no idea what trouble it might get him in, but at the same time, he had done a good job with controlling any urges he had. This time, he wanted the experience. So he had challenged her when she pulled away. Growing up, it had been a game. It had been a game to chase the mares, to try to force them unto his will. Now, he had grown and his sexual maturity was growing and growing. Being three, his hormones were still raging. He had waited until he was older. He had waited until he had gotten a little stronger. The young demon had felt invincible. He was a young stallion after all. After his testicles had first dropped, he had gotten more ornery than before and he was growing dangerous.

Tucking his chin down into his chest, he leaned backwards, dropping most of his weight back onto his legs. Without hesitation, he slowly lifted his right fore pillar and pawed at the air then onto the ground, digging into the earth. A line of drool rolled out of his mouth and onto his chest. He had watched the mare drop her gaze onto him and played with a grin towards her. Despite his tough boy act, the stallion was growing tired. Being his first fight, he lacked experience in handling these situations, but his instincts drove him forward. He wanted this prize. He wanted to claim it as his own. And claim it he shall. He would not rest until he had it. Whether it took days, weeks, months, or years, he would have it. The dark form of the vixen seemed to be moving at the moment and he turned his attention towards her. He knew she was hurting, he could tell, just like he was sure she could see he was sore and tired. He admired the wench. She had a fire within her and he admired that. He also decided he needed that under him. Or maybe he wanted to snuff that stupid little fire out? He wouldn't mind killing the bitch either. Watching her approach him, he let his mind begin working. "You've had my flesh in you, I see no need to have you return the favor," The wench was talking? He almost laughed out loud. "You should start getting used to the feel of slaves; a pathetic stag like yourself could never tempt a real woman," He shook his dome only slightly, only a damned woman would try to chit chat whilst in combat. She feinted her attack once again, and Romulus had to shift himself and his mind to work with her motions. Working to gain his balance, he watched her body shift as well, and her hind knives were flying towards his neck and head at a dangerous rate. The dual toned hellion rolled his weight onto his hindquarters and reared up to avoid the flying hooves. He staggered as his weight wanted to continue to go backwards. After a minute of fighting with his own weight and momentum he corrected his stance and growled towards the fae. He had successfully dodged her rather feasible attack, but now it was his turn to get dirty. Hazel opticals raped the wench as he studied her closely. She had turned to look at him after her attack was tossed at him. He could see her blood trickling, and he felt a great deal of pleasure. Look ma, no help from anyone but myself, aren't you proud of your boy, you dumb bitch? he chanted silently within the confines of his own mind. With a controlled shake of his thick skull, Romulus screamed at the mare, baring his teeth and causing some ravens to flap off, startled by the sudden outburst. He reared once, twice, then three times, all half rears, but they were enough to stake his claim. He was not done yet. Baring his teeth and then clanking them together multiple times, the baron flung his whip cord around behind him. Grunting, the stallion thrust himself into a quick gallop. Knives dug into the Earths crust with such force, the indents left behind were two inches deep. Knives pounded upon the hard terrain, thuds loud and clear as he forged his path towards the hueless whore. He had centered himself towards her barrel, and grew more anxious with every step he took. Every stride that drew him closer excited him, he could smell her sweat and blood, and heat instantly flared up around his groin. This was no time to get too excited. Growling, the bi-toned drake had prepared himself to become a moving, seventeen hand high battering ram. He leapt towards her, and if he missed, he'd pay with a shocking jolt of pain when his heavy mass hit earth again. If he collided with his target, he'd hopefully knock her down onto her side hard enough to damage her where ever she hit first. Either way, he knew he was about to feel pain. And pain he felt. The shocking jolt of energy transitioning from the earth up his legs caused him to flinch. It would hurt for days he was sure, but if he had indeed made contact and knocked the bitch down, he would accept that pain with a gleeful look in his eye. The impact had caused him to hit his own knees, and he scraped them in the process. Blood trickled from the newly open crevices indented into the white joints, but he stood up straight. He turned to face the mare, ready to see what did or did not happen.

Character: Romulus
Written For: ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ w Zana
Amount Written: 1619
Noteworthy:

Damage Received: Dodged this last attack of hers, but due to his own move, received multiple small lacerations upon both front knees, will have bruised frogs, and his muscles in his legs will ache for a few days from the sudden impact from the earth.

Damage Trying to Give: He has attempted to knock her down with his weight and momentum as he jumped towards her body.

Hits: 1, 2, 3,
Dodges: 1, 2

[❅ Icy Dragon ✩]

Name- Zana's Rose
Breed- Arabian
Age- Six
Gender- Mare
Height- 14.3 Hands
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 73% - 60%

Attacks- one, two, three
Dodges- one, two

Dodge Used- With her legs in a bit of pain, she didn't want to move fast. When he approached her, she turned to face him and tried to move out of the way. This way, she figured he would not have time to pull himself back and would hurt himself in the process and she could avoid further injuring herself by the strain. He did however clip her good hip, making her stumble forward and go to her knees.

Damage Done- Bruising on her hip and her front knees are now scraped up. Both front legs will be sore. Her hit hip will be sore and bruised, but not as much of a problem as the other side that was kicked.

This is ready to be judged.

staff edit: table picture only leads to a bigger version of the manipulation. I cant tell it leads to dA but it is difficult to find the orginal manipulation.

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I will tally.
Waiting on judge collection: no
Judge 1 Collection: COLLECTED
Judge 2 Collection: COLLECTED
Judge 3 Collection: COLLECTED
Tally-ing Scores: yes, right now results in a tiny bit

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Role-player & Character: Toruk & Romulus
Quality over Quantity: 14
Comments:
- Posts held good quality and equal quantity.
- Holy crap. I loved all of your posts, they were beautifully written and honestly I probably would have been content with a thread that just consisted of him.
- Posts were slightly rambly and seemed choppy in places.
No God-modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
- I did not see any.
- None I could find.
- None that I noticed.
Realism of Attack: 14
Comments:
- Attacks seemed realistic.
- I docked points on this for the first attack where he reared and then lunged forward and reared, this just seemed kind of strange to me. The second attack I docked on was the last one as I couldn't imagine this actually playing out well in the wild..
- All attacks were very good and well thought out.
Attacks Compared to Opponent: 14
Comments:
- I felt like Zana's Rose had some more realistic attacks at times.
- I liked his attacks, Romulus seemed to think out his attacks.
- I felt the opponent's attacks were better described.
Completion of Form: 15
Comments:
- Everything was completed properly.
- Completed
- No comment needed.
Spelling & Grammar: 14
Comments:
- All spelling and grammar was great!
-I saw one minor spelling error but I didn't dock for it.
- here were quite a few sentences fragments, so reading it felt choppy. Minor spelling and grammar errors.

Total: 86

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Role-player & Character: Icers & Zana's Rose
Quality over Quantity: 14
Comments:
- I liked them, but I didn't find it as interesting to read as Tor's posts. I found myself reading over certain parts just because I couldn't quite click with it I guess.
- Posts looked good with their quality and the quantity matched them.
- Rambled a little, but overall was good.
No God-modeling or Power playing: 15
Comments:
- None that I noticed.
- I didn't see any.
- None I could find.
Realism of Attack: 15
Comments:
- Attacks were realistic in comparison to size.
- I liked them, probably the easiest part of the posts to read.
- Attacks seemed very realistic considering the size difference between Zana's Rose and Romulus.
Attacks Compared to Opponent: 15
Comments:
- Her attacks seemed a bit more realistic then Romulus's considering that she used her size and played out her attacks accordingly.
- Attacks were better described and more detailed than opponent's.
- They were great! I feel like she reacted more on instinct rather than superly thinking things out. In the heat of a fight you aren't really taking time to think about what you are going to do.
Completion of Form: 15
Comments:
- No comment needed
- Everything was completed properly.
- Completed
Spelling & Grammar: 13,5
Comments:
- I saw a few minor spelling errors throughout your posts so I would just double check them to be sure everything flows nicely and makes sense.
- No grammar or spelling issues that I could find.
- Very minor spelling and grammar errors, and a few choppy sentences.

Total: 87.5


VERY close battle ! Congrats to ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ with Zana's Rose !