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Name- Carnallust the Charmer
Breed- Shire
Age- 5
Gender- xy
Height- 18
Alliance- Dark
Health-
Physical: 100%
Mental: Antisocial Personality Disorder, Kleptomania, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Pedophilia, and Pyromania

Fear. What did it feel like? He'd never felt afraid of anything. The closest he had ever gotten to fear was when his father first started training him and he realized just how fucked up the stallion was. However, Charm had not been disgusted by his father. Hell no. He had embraced the life of a Dark, growing more and more dangerous each day. He smiled at the memory, his long, sturdy pillars carrying him away from his home, the Whorehouse, and toward the Free Lands. Time to put all that training to use, he mused as his heavy flints sunk into the damp crust of the earth. It had rained early this morning and it was still drizzling. His pelt was soaked, his mane sticking to his thick neck and his tail to his haunches every time he flicked the black banister. This would be his first official battle here and it was for a good cause. He was fighting for the rights to his slave, Willow, who had been stolen by some hot shot Vigilum bitch. He'd never met Cai but he already didn't like her. Anyone who messed with his business was an enemy in his eyes. But he had allowed Willow to leave though her "other half," Maribeth, had been very reluctant to leave. He had convinced Maribeth to leave her child behind. He really only did it because he knew Willow would be pissed off to discover that her precious baby was still in his clutches even though she herself was free. For the moment, anyway. Charm was sure he would win her back one way or another. Preferably by completely destroying the bitch that was coming to fight in place of the mare that had actually stolen Willow. Macy. He only knew her name. He didn't know how old she was or how big or how skilled. It was going to be an interesting battle. Hopefully she was skilled enough to make this at least somewhat difficult. Charm liked a challenge. She better hurry up. Looks like the rain is gonna start up again. The massive shire tilted his head back and squinted up at the sky as he came to a halt in the center of a muddy clearing. The clouds looked dark and angry. Smirking, the black sabino closed his eyes and rolled his shoulders, breathing out a slow puff of breath. He stood there for a moment and looked around. He had chosen a flat area to fight in but because of the rain, the ground was muddy and slippery. He would have to be careful not to slip. Slow attacks were the way to go. No charging, no prancing about like an idiot. This fight was to be taken seriously. He wasn't here to play games. He was here to take what was his. Hopefully I can send her home with a few bruises to remember me by. tagged: @dingdong w/ macy words: 493 notes: i typed this over two days so it's kinda awkward sorry :c terms: a week to reply, winner gets willow played by Indi, 2 hits, 1 dodge hits: 0/2 dodges: 0/1 "Speech"

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Name- Macy
Breed- American Quarter horse x Friesian x American Paint Horse x Mustang x Thoroughbred x Arabian
Age- 10 yrs
Gender- Mare
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 100%



She was not normally the type to fight someone else's battle, but when it came to her family, she was willing to fight for anything. She didn't know why her mother had done what she did, but Macy knew that Caiomhe was in no position to fight. Her mother had wanted to go anyways, but her mate and friend had not allowed it. So, it was Macy taking her place. Sokka had said no as well, but obviously Macy was not listening. She was only asking for trouble by attending this battle. She did not know much about this Charm, only that he was a monster. She shared her mother's beliefs that all monsters had to be stopped. There was no better way than destroying a monster's ego, right? She had heard the horrible story of Willow, the liver chestnut mare her mother had stolen from Charm. It had not been surprising when the brute decided he would challenge to gain Willow back. Macy couldn't allow that to happen, the poor mare had suffered enough. She usually kept out of other's affairs, because she didn't want to bring more drama into her life. The story had been horrifying though, and Macy didn't have the willpower to ignore it. This was not just a battle to free Willow, it was Macy determined to make the man pay for his deeds. It would bring her problems though, more than she could even imagine.

The weather was crappy but normal for this time of year, everything dying or preparing for winter. Macy was feeling cold from the unwanted rain that had splashed upon her pelt. It had slowed down, but it never stopped. It was not exactly very good fighting conditions, especially for one's first fight. Well, her first official fight. She knew that her opponet probably had more experience than she did. Macy was no weakling though, because like every child did, she practiced. It was natural instincts for a foal to play fight as a baby, because it would be needed when they were older. So, she wasn't clueless. She did know that she'd have to fight a whole lot dirtier than any play fight. The ground beneath her feet was muddy and hard to get good footing. It could turn out to work in her favor however, she was dainty on her feet. Her limbs moved forward with ease, not a stiff bone in her body. Not a big surprise when she was running after newborn twins all day. There was no rest for the wicked, not even for a weary mother. Another reason why she should of turned down this fight. She needed to be able to feed her kids, and didn't stress on the body slow milk production? She hoped all would turn out okay in the end. She had a family to take care of, but a battle to fight.

The black sabino stallion of a draft build came into view, and it did not take long for the nerves to settle in. This was her opponent, a full two hands taller than her. She was suddenly grateful for the trace amounts of draft blood she did have. She was a heavily muscled mare, friesian blood was quite apparent. She was a good percentage quarter horse too. She had many breeds running through her veins, but the quarter horse and friesian blood had won. It was a good thing her mother was not fighting, because Caiomhe would of never lasted. Her mother was of a Thoroughbred build, lean and skinny, built for speed. Macy had inherited most of her father's build, only in colouring could one tell she was a daughter of Caiomhe's. Despite all this, Macy was a beauty. She didn't flaunt it like she did in the past. She had ended up learning her lesson after Morpheus raped her. And, she was loyal to Sokka. She knew she could charm any man she wanted into bed with her if she really wanted to. But, Macy was in love with her mate. Her opponent was not attractive in her opinion, she would not regret giving him any scars. She came to a halt in front of him, a look of determination on her face.

This was no man, this was a monster who thought he could claim control of someone's free will. That was not something Macy could let go, it was what drove her to fight in place of her mother. "You must be Charm." Her tone was cold, and with her short fuse, everything was about to go bat shit crazy. "I'm curious though, you claim to be a man.. Or why would you be here? But you think you have the right to own someone." It was a twisted game she was playing, but it fueled her temper. She couldn't fight without anger, and the mere thought of someone thinking slavery was okay made her furious. "You're not really a man. You're a little boy stuck in a Man's body, aren't you sweetheart? You need a good beating." Her words were twisted, but Macy was good at playing both sides of the alliances. It was the reason why she considered herself neutral in the first place. "A Man doesn't rape, nor does he take someone's freedom away, and he treats everyone with respect." With those words, Macy closed the distance between them. She was going to put a stop to this madness, once and for all! She struck out with her front pillars at his chest. She could only hope that she made contact, cause him to wince in pain. She wanted him to suffer, the adrenaline running through her veins, she was ready for attack number two.

Attacks: 1/2 - She aimed at Charm's chest with her front pillars.
Dodges: 0/1
Notes: Winner gets Willow

[fleabittengray]

]Name- Carnallust the Charmer
Breed- Shire
Age- 5
Gender- xy
Height- 18
Alliance- Dark
Health-
Physical:
- Bruised chest from Macy's hooves, will heal in 2 to 3 days
Mental: Antisocial Personality Disorder, Kleptomania, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Pedophilia, and Pyromania

As he stood there waiting, the rain started to get a little heavier. His thick forelock fell into his face and, with a snort, he shook his head to move it away from his eyes. It split in the middle and stuck to his face but, this time, not over his eyes. He sighed, growing bored of waiting, and quietly began to pace around the clearing. Mud splashed up onto his pillars. The feathering on his lower pistons became caked in mud but he didn't mind. Charm never minded getting dirty. Besides, when he left here, he would be able to go wash himself. It wasn't like this battle was going to take a long time. They had decided on two hits and one dodge, not that he really planned on using any of his dodges. Or dodge, rather. He chuckled, humming quietly to himself before a female's voice caught his attention. "You must be Charm." The voice was unfamiliar but he had a guess as to who it was. Macy. Arching a brow, he stopped his pacing and stood still, observing her. She was a pretty thing, that was for sure, and about two hands shorter than himself. "If I'm Charm I suppose that makes you Macy?" he replied, his voice heavy with sarcasm. He did not move as he watched her. Lady's first, correct? But she didn't attack right away. It seemed like the pipsqueak wanted to talk some more. It was quite annoying, actually. He had come here for a fight, not to socialize. "I'm curious though, you claim to be a man.. Or why would you be here? But you think you have the right to own someone." It sounded to him like the mare was trying to be cold and threatening. Cute. He smirked, simply shrugging his shoulders to her accusations because, hey, they were pretty accurate. He believed he could enslave anyone he wanted to. Hell, others were welcome to try and enslave him if they wanted to, but it wouldn't be very easy. He had never been the type to take orders, except from his father, but in the end he had gotten kicked out of the herd. He had been too violent even for them, though his father hadn't wanted to kick him out, but that was how herd life went. The leaders must listen to their loyal subjects. He allowed himself a quiet chuckle, his ears perking to capture even more of the mare's blabbering. "You're not really a man. You're a little boy stuck in a Man's body, aren't you sweetheart? You need a good beating." The five year old let out a loud bark of laughter at the mare's words. He was approaching his sixth year of life but he was still younger than this mare. He could tell by looking at her that she was older than himself by a good amount of years. Hopefully that would work to his advantage. "Whatever you say, grandma," he hissed in tones that were much less than polite and he simply rolled his eyes as the bitch continued to speak. Damn, did she ever shut up? Did she know they were here for a physical battle and not a verbal one? "A Man doesn't rape, nor does he take someone's freedom away, and he treats everyone with respect." She was questioning his manhood but the large shire honestly didn't care. Many equines did simply because he was a rapist. A killer. A child abuser. However, Macy didn't give him a chance to respond this time. Instead, she was coming at him. Instead of trying to move away, knowing that fast movements would be dangerous because of the mud, he stood his ground, his eyes calm and his body relaxed. When she got to him, she attacked at his chest with her front hooves. He grunted, ears twitching gentle with the pain, before suddenly rearing up onto his powerful hind limbs. He huffed out a breath of air in agitation before kicking with his front daggers, one after the other, as quickly and accurately as he could, before bringing them down in what was hopefully the same area as the shorter equine's head. He didn't bother moving away. He wanted this to be a close quarters fight. It was too risky to move around, he knew that. He could feel his hooves slipping slightly as he came back down on all fours but he remained calm, not showing anything on his face. Now, it was her turn. He was curious to see what the shatter box was going to offer up this time. tagged: @dingdong w/ macy words: 792 notes: not my best >.< terms: a week to reply, winner gets willow played by Indi, 2 hits, 1 dodge hits: 1/2 - reared up and kicked at her head, face, and neck before coming down, trying to hit her head with both hooves at once. dodges: 0/1 "Speech"

[fleabittengray]

@dingdong has until Wednesday, October 22, 2014 to reply to this as decided on Skype.

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Name- Macy
Breed- American Quarter horse x Friesian x American Paint Horse x Mustang x Thoroughbred x Arabian
Age- 10 yrs
Gender- Mare
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 100 %

She was inexperienced when it came to be battle, and her hopes of winning were perhaps messed up. It would be a good learning experience she supposed, and a better chance at winning the next battle. Of course Macy did not know if there would be a second one. But, a huge part of her hoped not. Despite her temper Macy was not all that violent unless it was necessary. Especially in a situation like this, a man without class who thought he had the right to own slaves. Macy just wanted to chew him up into tiny little pieces and spit him out. And, she wanted to destroy his manhood. Oh, she would tear him a new one. She would teach him a very valuable lesson on morals, but she doubted it would be of much use. The man was set on his ways, and she even heard the underworld was aligned with him. What a despicable man! She had been a neutral dark at one point, but it had only taken her a year to realize her mistake. "If I'm Charm I suppose that makes you Macy?" His tone was sarcastic and rude, and she figured that was the new normal for little boys. What a shame! He could of been some use to the neutral alliance, but Charm was definitely going to stay a murderer and a rapist. He was forever changed, she just wished there was some way to make him see the light.

"Whatever you say, grandma," It was meant to be insulting she figured by the way he worded it. But, Macy was not insulted. She had two wonderful grandkids, Joelle and Noel. "Are you trying to be insulting?" Her tone was light as a feather, a small laugh escaping her lips. "Fact of the matter is, I am a Grandma." She was a matter of fact kind of mare, and she was just letting him know she wasn't insulted one bit. She was glad when her hooves made contact with his chest. She shied away from him though when he reared onto his back pillars. He was of draft breeding, and she was not dumb. One blow to the head would kill her! She had veered to the right, so when he came crashing down it had landed on her right shoulder. It left a very angry gash, and a lot of bruising. She was suddenly thankful for the five pregnancies she had endured, for nothing compared to childbirth. But, it was still very painful. If it were possible she would of grown pale in color from the pain. And, she still had one attack left! Macy didn't know how she would manage however, her shoulder was badly damaged and would take weeks to heal. But, she had to for Willow. The poor mare had been through so much, Macy wanted to free her forever. She clenched her teeth together and moved forward, suddenly having a will made out of dynamite. She had, anything weaker would of had her backing out and fleeing like a scared puppy.

She flared her nostrils, searching quickly for her next move. She could not run at him, for the ground was slippery. She then decided to forget all of it, she was close enough to him anyways. She lunged at him with her teeth bared, prepared to take a nice chunk out of his shoulder. She was also going at full force, her feet slipping slightly. There was no breaks, she was going to hit him with full impact, unless he managed to jump out of the way. Her shoulder screamed in pain, protesting the brutality of her actions.

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Tagged: fleabittengray
Attacks: 1/2 - She aimed at Charm's chest with her front pillars.
2/2 - She lunged at Charm to try and take a chunk out of his shoulder, but because of the muddy ground she has no breaks, he can either jump out of the way or take the whole impact.
Injuries: Severe gash on shoulder with severe bruising as well.
Dodges: 1/1 She dodged his attack to her head, and took it to the shoulder instead.
Notes: Winner gets Willow

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[fleabittengray]

]Name- Carnallust the Charmer
Breed- Shire
Age- 5
Gender- xy
Height- 18
Alliance- Dark
Health-
Physical:
- Bruised chest from Macy's hooves, will heal in 2 to 3 days
- Large tear in his right shoulder that will take about a month to heal and will leave a scar
Mental: Antisocial Personality Disorder, Kleptomania, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Pedophilia, and Pyromania

Charm wondered what it would be like to have Macy beneath him, to be balls deep inside of her. He was a well endowed brute, being of draft heritage, and knew that he could possibly rip the mare open. That tended to happen with mares that resisted him. And because when he was violating someone he didn't even pretend to be gentle. He loved causing pain. He loved hearing the screams. Hearing them pleading with him to stop. Quite honestly, it turned him on. He got off on horrific things like that but nothing could compare to the gentle innocence of children. He felt his skin heat up just by the thought of being near a child. His favorite were yearlings because, depending on their breeding, they were big enough for him to mount. Usually with them, he was gentle. It was his way of tricking them. Making them feel good made them put their trust in him and, eventually, their love. And then, suddenly, he was wondering if Macy had any children. Especially young daughters. He would have to find out. But right now he had to stay focused. He had to stop thinking about children or he would become distracted. And horny. Right now he just wanted to get this fight over with. He had plenty of willing slaves back home that he could play with, anyone, and if he came home with visible injuries they would be fretting over him and that just made it so much easier to get what he wanted. Life was good. Very good. But it was even better when he had Willow in his grasps. "Are you trying to be insulting?" He gave a noncommittal shrug. He hadn't been trying to insult her, exactly. More like teasing. If she got offended or not he really didn't care. Obviously she had not. It was no loss to him. "Fact of the matter is, I am a Grandma." He gave a low hum of mock interest before he snickered and arched a brow. "Too bad Willow's baby isn't old enough to give her grandbabies," he hissed, black eyes glaring at the Neutral wench, "But that doesn't stop me from touching them. And you know what, Grandma?" Apparently that was her new alias. He liked it. That was what he was going to call her from now on. "They like it. They beg for more. But I"m patient. I'll wait. Bet you can't guess what their first birthday present will be." He drew his salmon pink tongue across his lips, his eyes never leaving the mare. Willow hated when he spoke about her child like this. He wondered what it would provoke Macy to do... He felt no disappointment when he did not manage to make contact with Macy's head during his attack. Instead, he smirked in satisfaction when the scent of blood hit his nares. He had managed to rip open her shoulder with one of his plate sized daggers. He did not have time to take pride in the injury, however, before the small mare was lunging at him again. In his eyes, it wasn't a very smart move. Macy was a mix of breeds and Charm was pure shire. Running into him would probably be like slamming into a tree. At least she hadn't been able to gather too much speed before she collided with him. Charm did not bother trying to move but he let out a hiss of pain when he felt teeth rip open the skin of his right shoulder. The collision made him stumble half a step to the side but he did not fall. Instead, hoping that it would take a moment for Macy to gather herself together again, he turned as quickly as he dared in the mud and turned his rump in her direction before sending a powerful kick to her chest region with both hind hooves, hoping to at least knock the wind out of her. It was his last attack and, as he had planned, he hadn't used his one dodge allowed. He had seen no need for it. tagged: @dingdong w/ macy words: 699 notes: the charm x willow baby hasn't been created yet, thus the reason i stayed gender neutral terms: a week to reply, winner gets willow played by Indi, 2 hits, 1 dodge hits: 2/2 - reared up and kicked at her head, face, and neck before coming down, trying to hit her head with both hooves at once. - turned so that his hindquarters were facing macy before kicking out with both hind legs. dodges: 0/1 "Speech"

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Name- Macy
Breed- American Quarter horse x Friesian x American Paint Horse x Mustang x Thoroughbred x Arabian
Age- 10 yrs
Gender- Mare
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 100 %

Just gonna post injuries ~


Tagged: † fleabittengray †
Attacks: 1/2 - She aimed at Charm's chest with her front pillars.
2/2 - She lunged at Charm to try and take a chunk out of his shoulder, but because of the muddy ground she has no breaks, he can either jump out of the way or take the whole impact.
Injuries: Severe gash on shoulder with severe bruising as well - Will take a month to heal.
Charm's hindquarter met with Macy's chest leaving a severe bruising, any bones around that area would of caused a hairline fracture.
Dodges: 1/1 She dodged his attack to her head, and took it to the shoulder instead.
Notes: Winner gets Willow

[Roman]

I will tally.
Waiting on judge collection: Yes
Judge 1 Collection: Found | Collected
Judge 2 Collection: Found | Collected
Judge 3 Collection: Found | Collected
Judge 4 Collection: Found | Waiting
Tally-ing Scores: Yes/No

[Roman]

This battle was so close that we had a tie! I had to bring in a fourth judge, so instead of up to 15, it's up to 20. Here are the results.

Roleplayer & Character: fleabittengray with Carnallust the Charmer
Quality over Quantity: 17
Comments:

- I liked her posts but the first one was scattered and it kinda just threw me off.
- good information included, length was consistent.
- First post was a bad quality and the second post wasn't the best. First was also extremely short. The flow started to get better in the posts in the second one though and continued over to the last post.
- I enjoyed reading it, was not boring to read, had good content and consistent length. I would have liked to read more about Macy's attack and more in-depth of what it did to him, particularly her first attack.

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 20
Comments:

Realism of Attack: 19.5
Comments:
- Realistic, could imagine this in the wild.
- I can see these attacks happening in real life
- Carefully followed the attacks of their opponent, concise and planned
- First attack - Very well described attack. Put a lot of words into it. Saying where it was aimed but did not know if hit was successful. Second attack was also good.

Attack Compared to Opponent: 20
Comments:
- Both attacks were stronger than opponents. Both were very believable.
- Seemed more realistic for the height ratio
- Charmers attacks were stronger and had more detail
- They were well explained.

Completion of the Form: 19
Comments:
- In height it only says 18. I know it is common sense what height is written in but it need to say ether hh or hands.
- Good
- Missing hh or Hands after the 18.
- All good

Spelling and Grammar: 19
Comments:
- Grammar mistakes.
- Good
- All Good
- Minor spelling


TOTAL: 114.5

Roleplayer & Character: @dingdong with Macy
Quality over Quantity: 19.5
Comments:
- Nice posts to read.
- Excellent quality.
- Length varied but quality did not.
- Length was good. I found the first post a little rambly, but overall good

No God Modeling or Power playing: 20
Comments:
- All fine

Realism of Attacks: 18.5
Comments:
- Realistic
- First attack – out of the entire post only 10 words were described to the actual attack. It felt rushed off in the end of the reply. The second one was much better and more believable.
- The first attack was not well thought out in my opinion but the second was interesting. Both attacks could be done in the wild.
- I would have liked more info on her first attack, there was little description and I couldn't envisage the attack.

Attacks compared to Opponent: 17
Comments:
- I felt like her attacks weren't explained as well and a little rushed, or small-thoughts
- Charmers attacks were stronger and had more detail.
- They lacked detail.
- Both attacks were weaker compared to the opponent. First attack was also rushed off.

Completion of the Form: 20
Comments:
- All good

Spelling & Grammar: 18.5
Comments:
- All good
- Mild spelling mistakes -0,5
- Good
- Minor spelling and Grammar

TOTAL: 113.5

Congrats to Gray with Carnallust the Charmer

[fleabittengray]

Good battle, Ashy! Thanks for judging, Roman.

[Roman]

No problem! It was my first time being a tally person, it was an interesting experience =)

Bravo to both of you, it was a great battle!

[fleabittengray]

@dingdong

Should I post Charm coming to take Willow?

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No, just have willow go back to Charm.