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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2021 3:43:49 GMT -7
Name: Eleazar Breed: Irish Sport Horse x Paso Fino Age: Six Gender: Stallion Height: 17hh Alliance: Dark Health: 95% - Some tenderness and superficial wounds from recent captivity in Oinaze and resulting rescue, nothing too debilitating. Terms: 2 hits, 1 dodge, 4 days to reply Slate blades thundered against the earth, forcing dirt and twigs aside recklessly. Blemishes of muck stained his aureate flesh, dirt softened by recent rainfall to create something adhesive. The mud that remained part of the earth tried to protest his movements, a weak attempt at slowing him down and postponing the inevitable end of Luna. But no force of nature would be able to prevent this battle. The conversation they had just shared replayed over and over in his head, fuelling the hate and anger that he used to drive his movements. Flints dug into the giving loam with purpose as his chin pulled towards his chest, stretching the thick tendons of his serpentine as the beast ran. His nasal passages rattled with steady exhales, infecting the ether with his own carbon before the momentum of his moving embodiment scattered it. This path was relatively familiar to him, this was not the first time that Eleazar had stepped onto the battle grounds – and it would certainly not be the last. It was not that long ago that his blood had first joined the legacy of many, now part of the Battlefield itself. His battle with Allocen had served as somewhat of a lesson; he now knew better than to expect leaving today unscathed. He would not underestimate Luna as he had her superior. As insignificant and helpless as he saw her, he would allow her the benefit of the doubt that she may very well be half useful. He would need to play today with slight more prudence than he had his first, as his muscles were still in recovery from the recent happenings in the Outland – but he was prepared for such a thing, he had experience on his side. His scarred flesh rippled with each stride as he neared his destination, already the forest was beginning to thin out. At this observation, Eleazar purposefully slowed his movements, wanting to preserve his energy as much as possible. He had exited Ittudale almost instantly, once more leaving his herd members without the information of his whereabouts. He knew Shine would be unhappy upon his return, she had only recently put herself and their child at risk to haul his ass out of Oinaze and that rightfully had her concerned. But she would understand his need to unleash such rage – and if she didn’t, she would get over it in time. As he exited the bordering of forest, Eleazar noted the extravagant swirls of crimson and tangerine, melting into the heavens as the sun retreated; a beautiful setting for their nearing brawl. His attention dropped from the skies to the earth, remembering the sand that littered the barren landscape, stretching out for miles around him. Assuredness devoured his thoughts as he marched to the spot he had decided to fight from. Luna was yet to arrive, so she had forfeited her right to choose anything about this. He had purposely robbed her of decisions; he had challenged her, he had chosen the location. This was all his doing and he would remind her of that when the time came. The virile lifted his buttered cranium as high as it would permit and he waited patiently, adopting the unnaturally still pose that came as second nature. Titian infused orbs watched the world around him diligently, waiting for the chocolate bitch to show her face. Daring her to put action to the audacity she had so imprudently displayed back in his homeland. Notes; <3 Timeline; after rescue from Helkaer and 1:1 with Shine, before being made aware of Rianne and Coreion situation Sunfrost "Speech."
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Post by Sunfrost on Mar 13, 2021 10:28:49 GMT -7
Name: Saniyya // Luna Breed: Rocky Mountain Horse Age: 4 Gender: Mare Height: 15.1hh Alliance: Light Health: 100% Terms: 2 hits, 1 dodge, 4 days to reply
Saniyya had never been to the battlefield before. She supposed it was just about inevitable that her hooves would touch the sun-baked sand she had heard tales of ever since joining the Versai and marking a target on her back. It was something that she had accepted, though, given that she had been following her convictions – and her fear of what she had nearly become – when she had approached Trinity. The first time had been to be cleansed. Trinity, or Allocen as she had known her then, had been only too happy to oblige. The process had been painful, but Saniyya had emerged with a heart full of something she recognized as Light. She had pledged to be Light for the rest of her days, to fight for what she believed in – peace, justice, truth. Then had come the news that the Versai were searching for another, someone to fill the third spot in their ranks. Saniyya had approached Allocen and been accepted into the Sisterhood. Despite her younger age, despite her inexperience with the world, despite her speech impediment, she had been accepted. Her alias, Luna, the moon above, spoke of her conviction to shed her old identity and fight for Light to spread even in the Dark, as the moon did during the night.
She had made progress in becoming a Sister that her fellow Versai could be proud of, but Sani wanted to do even more than she had been. She had worked through her speech impediment, accepted the first members to her herd – yearlings, all of them, young and willing to learn of Light – and begun growing into her position as a leader. It was then, of course, that Eleazar had struck. Sani had recognized the name, knowing her Sister and High Priestess Trinity had been stolen by him in the past. It had come as no surprise that he had chosen to engage with her next, stealing her as he had once stolen her Sister. Sani was determined to view it as a simple obstacle to her plans that she would overcome. She refused to think of how Eleazar had more battle experience than she did, of how he had advantages not only there but in musculature and height due to his gender and breed. She instead thought of her own advantages – she’d be lighter on her feet due to her smaller height, and she had learned to think more tactically in battle situations from her training with her Sisters. She would simply have to outsmart Eleazar to win this. Advantages were not on her side in other areas.
Eleazar had essentially charged off as soon as their conversation had concluded, back in Ittudale. Saniyya was in no such hurry. There was little point in tiring herself out before the battle, and it admittedly amused her slightly to think that as much as Eleazar would likely enjoy picking the location of their battle, it would be her who would control when it would start. That would likely vex the arrogant brute. She thought of how to save horses like Eleazar from the Darkness that consumed them. It would be something she’d ask Trinity or Aurora once she returned to the Highlands and Amaravati. If she could, Saniyya would convert them all to the Light, though she privately held her doubts about the cleansing process. It should be something willingly accepted, as she had, not forced upon those who did not want it. It seemed to kill those individuals, and that did not help their cause.
Her thoughts were deep and long, and within what seemed to be no time at all, she arrived at the Battlefield at last. It was all sand, just as she had heard, and the lack of foliage or cover made it very easy for her to pick out Eleazar from a while away. He was standing still, apparently impervious to the idea that movement would keep his muscles warmed up and primed for battle. She’d take advantage of that if she could. Her mind ran through vulnerable points as she turned her hooves to trace the border of the Battlefield, not willing to leave the treeline until she was closer. Let Eleazar sit there, let his muscles cool into stillness. She had the luxury of time, and likely his boiling temper would make him easy to predict. She drew closer, considering and then discarding the idea of a surprise attack. It would give her an advantage, but it wasn’t who she was as a Versai and a horse who had taken the Light into her heart. Eleazar would probably make fun of her for that, but Sani quite simply did not care.
She arrived at last, pulling up in direct line of sight and coming to a smooth stop in front of him. Her silver eyes locked onto his orange eyes, the only acknowledgment she would give, and then she moved, not letting the standoff continue, accelerating sharply in what Eleazar would likely perceive as a stupid dead run right at his face. Saniyya hoped he would perceive it as stupid and underestimate her. She knew how to be agile even at high speed, and she would use that to her advantage. Perhaps Eleazar would shift to the side slightly, or back away, or charge right back. Whatever the case, once she was close enough to his flesh, she intended to aim for his neck, the delicate area where head met neck, or wherever she would be able to reach depending on his movement but would generally be located to the front of him. Her teeth would lock, and she intended to use her momentum to tear as she went right past, heading towards an area behind him. Where she would end up or what she would tear would depend on his own movement as she charged him, of course, but she hoped her lesser height and smaller build would aid her in lessening or avoiding retribution for her attack entirely, should it prove successful.
Tagged: @hecate Notes: Sorry for this wait Attack Description: Saniyya is charging from directly in front of Eleazar and aiming to lock her teeth on any part of his flesh (ideally his neck or the area around right between his head and neck) and tear as she charges past, using her momentum to inflict more damage than her strength
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Post by aliyaah on Mar 14, 2021 19:32:27 GMT -7
Sunfrost @hecate Sunfrost posted over the 4 day limit so this battle was automatically won by Navi.
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