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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=background,http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/075/2/6/nilebg_by_legends_never_diexx-d5yatg8.jpg,true] split the nile and fill it with the bodies of thine enemies. Name- Nile Breed- Shire x Friesian x Belgian x Vladimir Draft x Gelderlander x Tennessee Walking Horse x Schwarzwalder Fuchs x Irish Draught x Clydesdale x Anglo Arabian Age- Three Gender- Stallion Height- 18.1hh Alliance- Dark Health- 100% Note for staff- He is an undead character. Ashen gray clouds rolled through the skies to successfully blot out the sun's blinding rays and reduce the day's heat to a cool temperature. A southwest breeze created a consistent reminder that it was only spring and not summer quite yet. Perfect weather for a battle. Youthful slabs of growing muscle flexed and contracted under his deep chocolate hued flesh as triple ivory marked ebony pillars carried him toward the battlefield at a trot. His large size allowed his strides to be full of impulsion without tiring himself easily. Pale emerald-yellow voids rolled back and forth in their sockets in a sweeping gaze as he surveyed the terrain around him. This was his first battle and he had received directions from his mother, Necropolis, on how to get there without actually walking the path with her. But the undead colt could manage. The battle field was just upon the horizon now. The entire purpose of the fight was for his freedom. Most equines would be hot and bothered by the fact that someone tried to steal them and that they would have to fight for themselves. Not Nile. Even as a three year old, he understood the empire he lived in and all that it did. After all, he was the second heir to the throne. He had to know how it worked and the consequences of such business. In all honesty, he expected this to have happened sooner. Or that someone may have tried to steal Terror. But after his sister's, Asmoday, run in with the Helkaer commander and his mother's hellish resentment and retaliation he was certain that their target on their backs had been removed. At least for the time being. The witch that attempted to steal him was no stranger to Carnevale Letale either. Her name was Tainted Love and she was the Dark Royal Queen. Nile did not have a lot of respect for the Dark Royals especially since they were supposed to be the epitome of their alliance. With her steal attempt, Tainted Love was only proving to be a stupid, ignorant pedestal for Incognito to stand upon. Nile found the entire situation a bit ridiculous for a pregnant mare to willingly put herself up to be potentially kicked, bitten, bruised, and among other injuries all for the same reason anyone else screws with Carnevale Letale. The only reason anyone ever put their life up for the taking was just to say they dealt with the notoriously sanguine empire. It seemed like more often than not, most equines just wanted a sip of the goblet of infamy that Carnevale drinks from just to say they met the unholy matriarch Necropolis herself. But Nile could not stop them if they wanted to hand the rights of their soul over to his mother or anyone else in Carnevale Letale. He could only gather his cult and wait until the kingdom was his to rule. The eighteen point one hand colt was not intimidated by the vixen that wanted his hide. Even though he generally did not use his disease against others, he had no qualms about using it against her. If she did manage to contract the West Nile virus during the battle, the mare may be alright but her unborn child was in the utmost danger. It would only be fair for him to potentially destroy her foal as she tried to take him from his mother's side. An eye for an eye, eh minx? He wasn't concerned with what Tainted Love may want with him. Whether it be slavery, interrogation, torment, sex toy, or pawn and trade, he was not concerned. She could do her worst to him and he could nearly guarantee he could shit out a horrendous idea compared to hers. The bio hazard marked baron entered the battle field and surveyed the expanse of fighting grounds for a good spot for the skirmish. Pale green-yellow pools surveyed the flattened terrain before he spotted a lone tree off to the edge of the dried out territory. His thoughts swirled around in his think box as he began to plot out his strategy against the expecting vixen. A swift strike from one of his large dinner plate sized knives to her gut could prove to be troublesome for her and her foal. Her barrel was one of her most vulnerable parts of her bodice now and he was aware that if she was a good instinctive mother, she would do her best to protect her unborn foal. But if she wasn't that bright, he could easily do quite a bit of damage to her. She was only a couple hands shorter than him, somewhere around fifteen or sixteen hands. So he had a height and weight ratio higher than hers which gave him more power to throw around. Not that he would really need to use all of his weight against her though. He didn't need to crush her little petite skeleton just yet. Although...that tree looked like a great place to pin her against something and beat the hell out of her fat ass. By now, he was upon the spot with the slightly leaning tree and all he had to do was wait on the painted minx to show up. He wouldn't wait long though. He had more important things to do than this. However, this could be considered his first introduction to the Dark Royals and if he counted this as that, the rest of his interactions with them could turn out to be quite interesting. status | compete word count | 921 muse | great music | nightmare - a7x, not the american average - aa, legacy - memphis may fire tags | fishtail with tainted love notes | he's waiting. attacks | two attacks to be used dodges | one dodge to be used terms | 5 days to reply. 1000 word cap. if nile wins, he stays free and tainted love will leave CL alone. if tainted love wins, she gets nile.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/347yycg.png); width: 460px;,true] Name- Tainted Love Breed- Arabian x American Paint Age- six years Gender- Mare Height- 15 hands Alliance- Dark Health- 100% Note - she's pregnant ( not sure that's important? ) ♥ ___________________________________________________________ ♥ She had not been pregnant for long and already knew this was stupid of her. If she wasn't affected by the contagion her opponent carried her unborn child would be - and how stupid of it was her to risk their lives? That painted shadow that insisted on following her around told her as much numerous times as the eve of the battle approached. Just back out he had insisted. Pah! And show that the Royals really were weak and useless? No way! She would see this through regardless of the consequences, and if those consequences included the loss of a foal, or her own life, or the potential chance at affection from Incognito than so be it. Her goal in becoming Queen had never been to settle into the world with a mommy belly and a lover at heart. It had always been to unite the dark alliance and having a stigma like Carnevale Letale sticking venomous thorns into every side at once was making things difficult. The fact that she had let her priorities slide only served to infuriate her. With a snap of her bi toned tail she set out away from the not-so-protective-but-still-home borders of Lachlan Breck to head towards the battle grounds, lifeless shadow hovering along behind her, his face obscured periodically with feathers and dreads. She turned her ears back tight to her skull at the pestering shadow. He snorted soundlessly, and pointlessly, at her and stretched his young legs to catch up with her. And what exactly are your goals with this steal and battle? Tainted Love had to think about that one, coming up so short of an answer as to actually hesitate mid stride before she could recover. What was her aim? CL would not negotiate their freedom with her, and they would never bend knee to her. Nile was too old to actually. . . manipulate into a well-behaved pawn. What was her aim? Besides, of course, pissing them off. She flicked her tail back and forth as she moved off once more. Shaking her mane she chuckled to herself. She wanted to terrorize that thorn in her side - not that she thought they would be terrorized so easily. Maybe she was going in the wrong direction for this goal. "I want to destroy them, Eros. i want to destroy this thorn in my side." she stretched her legs forward in an elongated stride, her neck bowed proudly her tail arched behind her to flow over her hindquarters. It didn't take much longer for her to arrive at the battle grounds and she forced her thoughts away from what damage could be done to her, her unborn child and the pride of the Royals with this battle and focused instead on stretching her body and warming up her limbs. She was not one to fight her own battles, normally, and this had been quite a spur of the moment challenge. Ripping the heir - one of them anyway - of CL away from them would bring her such great pleasure, she couldn't contain herself with the reaction. The terrain shifted gradually from lush to dry, brittle, humorless and unkind. In the distance she caught his scent and angled towards him. It took less time than she thought to arrive at his chosen destination for the battle. The towering, half-dead tree did not escape her vision, or her attention. That could be problematic if he pinned her. He was, after all, much larger than her. She turned her red ears back and trained light and dark blue eyes on her opponent, lips curled in a dark grin. She could have fun at least in the mean time. Flexing her muscles and arching her neck she slid into a long strides trot towards the bio-hazard marked youth. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting." she sneered at him. ♥ ___________________________________________________________ ♥ status ♥ compete word count ♥ 643 muse ♥ okay tags ♥ vin & nile attacks ♥ two attacks to be used dodges ♥ one dodge to be used

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=background,http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/075/2/6/nilebg_by_legends_never_diexx-d5yatg8.jpg,true] split the nile and fill it with the bodies of thine enemies. Name- Nile Breed- Shire x Friesian x Belgian x Vladimir Draft x Gelderlander x Tennessee Walking Horse x Schwarzwalder Fuchs x Irish Draught x Clydesdale x Anglo Arabian Age- Three Gender- Stallion Height- 18.1hh Alliance- Dark Health- 100% Note for staff- He is an undead character. The dark chocolate stained beast waited patiently for his opponent to appear. He was in no hurry for this battle to commence however, he would prefer for it to be over with soon. He had much more pressing matters to attend to than some hormonal witch who he doubted could move faster than a trot at this point. He had no idea how far along she was nor did he care. It was a large, consuming target upon her hide. It also broadened the target upon the Dark Royals as well. If he did manage to infect her or her unborn child, Nile was sure that the father of the brood would have some nasty arrangement for him. Whether it be Incognito or some other stallion the painted slut fucked, he didn't care. He just knew there would be repercussions for his future actions. There always were consequences for Carnevale simply existing so why not? The eighteen point one hand draft cross continued to wait for his antagonist to appear. A bored sigh left his lungs after awhile and he lazily stretched his limbs to keep his muscles from contracting too much. If she wanted to take her sweet time and delay her punishment that was her choice. Oh yes, she would be punished in time for trying to steal him. Even though he was not upset about her actions, he was not going to let her off the hook without a reminder of who she was dealing with and what that truly meant. As Nile had been raised in his mother's empire, he had learned that it was vital in maintaining the kingdom's infamy to hold up promises of blood shed, tears, pain, threats, and death when someone became a little too cocky for their own good. And that's what Tainted Love was, as well as anyone else who chose to piss off anyone who lived in Carnevale Letale through whatever means they found necessary. As the up and coming emperor of Carnevale, Nile had taken several good hints from the way his mother conducted business and how she governed her territory. At the same time, he had also devised a few shifts to the way things were going to be dealt with and how he would handle business. He had plans to dig the empire's blades in a little bit deeper and to gouge at the ribs of those Carnevale had planted thorns inside. Carnevale Letale was going to be a long lasting empire and no one, not a Royal, a Helkaer, a Versai, or anyone else with a brain could convince him to step down from these innovative plans now. Nile was determined to be a problem for mostly everyone in Wild Equines. What better way to start off with those plans than to put a wrinkle in Tainted Love's plots? "Go ahead, Love, do your worst. Your actions will kindly place you into the role I have planned for you." Cool baritones rumbled out from his larynx and into the gentle breeze. The minx had yet to arrive but the thought was voiced nonetheless. The beast was calm and relaxed as he continued to stroll around while he waited for the painted witch to appear. After a few more minutes, he paused and exhaled in the silence of the battle field. Jade and amber pigmented pools shifted upon the horizon before finding an approaching feminine figure coming his way. A soft chuckle left his darkened labrums as he waited in silence for her to halt in his near vicinity. As she continued to approach with long impulsion filled strides, her claret stained harks swung back low against her crown and her labrets curled up into a sneer. Strong muscles in her nape flexed in what he presumed to be her trying to be intimidating. Only if that were the case! "Do you kiss Incognito's dick with that look on your face? Bet that turns on the puss just fine." Nile winked at her as he uttered lyrics that could be easily mistaken for a casual joke. Her own set of lyrics fluttered out right behind his about her arrival and him waiting. Eerie laughter followed his next set of spoken words, "I spent my time well by musing over how it will look when the up and coming emperor of Carnevale Letale is the reason for the Dark Royal queen to either lose her foal due to a 'mysterous illness' or have lovely battle scars when Incognito has to come pick you up off the ground because you broke a nail --- I mean bone." With an abrupt and almost out of the blue charge forward, long stout ebony pillars struck out with dinner plate sized daggers aiming for the front of Tainted's delicate frame at the same time his jaws opened wide to sink his fangs into her hide anywhere he possibly could. His intent was to strike her anywhere on her fore end, whether that be her head, neck, chest, or legs, he didn't particularly care. If anything, he would be pleased if he at least crashed right into her in a head-on collision. Poisoned saliva dripped from his maw in an ugly stream as he began to froth at the mouth over the idea of her blood staining him like a butcher's apron. 'Tear her flesh from her bones, splinter her marrow with blunt force trauma to her joints, make it known to her the only kingdom she will ever truly see is six foot wide and six foot deep.' Sinister thought processes began to intertwine with his normal thoughts which proposed a vicious drive for his every action that was to follow. She would do well to never forget who she was dealing with here. status | completed at 12:18am on May 15th, 2013. word count | 959 muse | fantastic music | castle of glass - linkin park tags | fishtail with tainted love notes | none attacks | one attack to be used - first attack is him charging forward and attempting to strike anywhere on the front of her body with his front legs and bite at her as he's charging forward. dodges | one dodge to be used

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/347yycg.png); width: 460px;,true] Name- Tainted Love Breed- Arabian x American Paint Age- six years Gender- Mare Height- 15 hands Alliance- Dark Health- 80% - - shoulder injury, minor bites Note - she's pregnant ( not sure that's important? ) ♥ ___________________________________________________________ ♥ He wasted no time in dishing out the insults. Taint was almost - almost - annoyed by this; but she couldn't hold it against him. If dishing out silly little insults made him feel like he was winning the proverbial pissing contest she could sit back and let him. In fact she could laugh right along with him - which she did. A light, eerily amused chuckle filled her throat and flowed out of her mouth. "I'm truly honored that you think I'm so fragile." the sarcasm that fell with each word was as fat as dropping rain and her eyes rolled. "Although it's much more flattering that you think you can even hurt me with words. I must say if the best Carnevale has to offer is someone bent on talking me to death then perhaps Necropolis chose the wrong offspring to prime an prep for taking over her little 'empire'. " The dark colored stallion initiated combat. His massive frame launched in her direction, stirring up thick motes of dust behind him and shattering the still quiet of the battle grounds with the rumble of his hooves on the hard, dry earth in the four-beat gate he'd plunged head long into. She was no idiot; a stallion of his size crashing into her head long could, and most likely would, be lethal if she simply stood and braced for it. Instead she waited and leapt, daintily, to the side as he bared his teeth to bite at her, his hooves flailing maliciously in the air that she had previously occupied. She did not, however, escape unscathed. Her timing was off- intentionally or accidentally she would not say, but it was off - and his hooves struck deep into her shoulder, gouging the flesh and cleaving a small chunk from the bone before she could move entirely out of his reach and free herself of the digging grasp his jagged knife had on her flesh. The gesture that tore her free and pulled his leg back for more flailing did more harm than good, tearing the crescent moon wound into a large, long, and incredibly angry cut from upper to lower shoulder and out over her barrel. She snorted and pinned her ears, pink nostrils flaring wide as adrenaline raced madly through her veins, fighting to outpace the flashing pain that coursed through her body with each step on her right leg. She kicked her own small, dainty but hard and compact hooves at his body in retaliation, backing towards him with each kick, protecting her face the best she could by keeping it out of his reach. A head injury would be the death of her in this battle. "Now be a -good- little boy and come home quietly won't you? I promise mommy won't miss you much." she snarled at him, her breath coming in a huff that surprised her. Adrenaline had set in for the long-haul and had charged up her breathing to supply the necessary oxygen to to her lungs, then her veins and finally her muscles. Whether her hooves collided with his body or not she did not know. She did not wait to find out because his teeth were dangerously close to cleaving massive amounts of flesh from her hips. Grazing her flesh and leaving irritated bites behind she launched herself out of his reach and the dangerous bite that could make or break this battle- and all battles there after. She moved with the immense impulsion that had brought her to the battle grounds, keeping her weight in constant motion, her balance constantly shifting to prevent her from being unbalanced in an untimely manor as she moved back around to face the hell-born fiend she had elected to do battle with. Stay away from that she thought, eyeing his powerful hindquarters the way a she might have eyed an irritated rattler. Those hindquarters, which she would have charged up upon and struck out at had he been closer to her build and size, incited a fear in her that his poisonous bite could never bring to life. Turning sharp on her hindquarters she slammed to a stop just out of his reach and swung her head around, keeping her wounded shoulder turned away from him and using the sense of feeling to gauge the damage rather than turn and eye it herself she kept her focus on Nile, nostrils wide with each strong breath. "So ill-mannered. Whatever shall we do with you, Nile, hm?" she intoned with a dark chuckle. Let him think she was unbothered by the close calls she had already faced with his attack. Let him fall into the allusion that she was as peachy keen as she had been a moment before. She wasn't going to purposely let on that, oh lordy no, she was not alright. That she had not anticipated the agility with which he had moved or the impatience with which he had struck. Taint flinched her right shoulder and instantly regretted it. It was not the pain the gesture awoke that brought her near to hissing but the flap of skin that moved against her body. It was long, and the wound grew shallow towards the end but it was terribly deep and painful where the hoof had first become lodged and, she feared, close to having nicked the bones deep under her skin and muscles. She would be limping after this battle was over and done with, and for a good long while too, while her muscles restitched themselves. Snorting she lifted her head again, eyeing the stallion with a curious caution now. ♥ ___________________________________________________________ ♥ status ♥ compete word count ♥ 937 muse ♥ okay tags ♥ vin & nile attacks ♥ one attack to be used dodges ♥ no dodge to be used attack one ♥ kicking out at Nile with her hind legs injuries ♥ deep gash in her upper right shoulder that goes down and across her barrel. it gets shallow as it stretches on. Skin is hanging from it and it is bleeding heavily. Shallow bites and teeth-scrapes on hindquarters. notes ♥ LAWL fishie forgot the word-cap and had to un-write half of this -.-' silly muse went flying.

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=background,http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/075/2/6/nilebg_by_legends_never_diexx-d5yatg8.jpg,true] split the nile and fill it with the bodies of thine enemies. Name- Nile Breed- Shire x Friesian x Belgian x Vladimir Draft x Gelderlander x Tennessee Walking Horse x Schwarzwalder Fuchs x Irish Draught x Clydesdale x Anglo Arabian Age- Three Gender- Stallion Height- 18.1hh Alliance- Dark Health- 90% - abrasions and bruises around his stifle and flanks from her kicks Note for staff- He is an undead character. "You're most certainly not brilliant or a grand war mistress. You have barely scratched around in the dirt. How long is your victim list, darling? Two at best? Oh, were you one of those boring little darks that killed their parents?" Syllables rolled off his tongue in an almost pleasant tone. As if the two were not waiting for the other to strike first. As if they were standing off to the side of a crowded beach and chatting as strangers do. A brow arched over one of his pale emerald and amber hued voids as she mentioned his potential kingdom and his mother. If she dared to even hiss a negative comment about his mother, he would not hesitant to gut her on the spot and drag her embryonic foal to Necropolis or the pits of Hell. Whichever came first. The haughty emphasis on 'empire' didn't go unnoticed by the stud colt. But he merely laughed at her comment. She would soon see how very wrong she was. He could guarantee that much. "Ah, are you taking up residence inside my think box now darling? I do know what would hurt you. Just feel lucky that I have chosen not to torture you with such options. Come on now, you know Carnevale has more tricks up its sleeve than just little childish me, don't you?" Nile mused almost playfully. Ah yes, he had a fairly good idea as to what would hurt her. He would not make any foolish threats to her though. He would simply do as he pleased when the time came to him. As Nile was the first to make his move, she quickly shuffled to the side in an attempt to retreat upon butterfly limbs. A low chuckle echoed from his larynx, "Come back my sweet darling, I'm not through with you yet." A vile smirk became plastered on his features as tones tainted with perversity and a solid hint of something more to come from him. But she did not successfully flee from him. The colt's massive hooves bluntly struck her shoulder blade with deep, gouging wounds as slivers of flesh were removed. He continued to slam his knife into her painted bodice relentlessly. Each strike tore more flesh away from her skeleton until her scapula was revealed through tattered crimson muscles and the thin canvas over her barrel was ripped open. A soft chuckle left his labrums as her harks snapped back across her dial. Oh this should provide a cute response! As soon as his knives touched back down to the ground, she kicked out with her precious little daggers that she thought could really do some damage. If his mother were here...oh she would be in hysterics! But honestly, two could play this game little girl. Nile tossed his dark mahogany stained crown before tucking it back to his chest and in between his fore pillars for protection as she began to kick and strike at him. Minor abrasions appeared upon his dark flesh as his muscle swelled up in various bruises around his stifle. The muscular brute steeled his frame up as her flints struck at his stifle a few more times, leaving more bruises and abrasions before he finally lifted that pillar in an abrupt warning that he could splinter her if he wanted to. He did not strike or attempt to assault her. It was merely a warning. As long as she felt threatened and that she needed to up her defense, he was doing alright in his opinion. Her snarled tones rose up into the atmosphere to him and he smirked to himself. She had no idea did she? "Mommy will have you and everyone you thought you loved set on fire and purged from society with a flick of a hark from her daughter who is the Lady of Hell. And that's after she has gutted, skinned, and pulvarized your corpse and eaten your heart out of your chest. Don't you know my Mama loves to eat little girls and boys?" An eerie laugh left his larynx as he uttered this to her bleeding vessel. As he spoke, the witch came to a sudden halt and it became obvious that she was still on the defense as she turned her wounded shoulder in away from him. She commented on his poor manners and he snickered softly, "Well I suppose your original plans were to lock me up and beat me, weren't they? Too bad I like pain darling, it turns me on." He winked at her in the most sincere manner possible. He was not in the least bothered by her words nor her actions. If she wanted to ruffle his feathers she was going to try a hell of a lot harder. But he still had one assault attempt left and he would take it. The dark bay hued beast began to canter around her in a small circle, dust spiraling toward the atmosphere as his bruised stifle made his stride lag temporarily each time. The bitch's attempt to make him lame at least worked to the point he had a lilt to his step. As he neared her crown once, his jaws snapped open and he launched himself vertically and toward her side in hopes that his enamels would dig into her tender flesh around her poll. Heavy pillars struck out toward her withers and her currently good shoulder. When he thought he had a hold of her around her poll, he attempted to yank his crown back in such an aggressive motion that he nearly toppled over. However, he quickly regained his balance and righted himself but not without straining a tendon his right hind piston. At this point, he could only hope he had dealt some decent damage to her. All he could do now was wait for her next assault and either take the hit or be lucky enough to escape unscathed. status | completed word count | 998 muse | fantastic music | asking alexandria station tags | fishtail with tainted love notes | none attacks | zero attacks left. first attack - charging forward and attempting to strike anywhere on the front of her body with his front legs and bite at her as he's charging forward. second attack - he reared up and tried to bite down behind her ears (poll area) and his front hooves struck out at her withers and good shoulder for balance before he jerked back roughly in hopes he pulled on her dodges | one dodge to be used

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/347yycg.png); width: 460px;,true] Name- Tainted Love Breed- Arabian x American Paint Age- six years Gender- Mare Height- 15 hands Alliance- Dark Health- 80% - - shoulder injury, minor bites, neck injury, shoulder bruising Note - she's pregnant ( not sure that's important? ) ♥ ___________________________________________________________ ♥ "Killed my parents? Not at all; they're all perfectly healthy and alive still. Would you like to meet them?" her lips curled in a sneer at him. She shook her mane and huffed. How offensive to think that she was such a lousy and shallow dark! She was not stereotypical. Though she would not demand he take that back. It wasn't like they were pin preschool. "I know that Carnevale is nothing but a useless eye sore with a desperate need for a soaking in peroxide." she flared her nostrils at him and rolled her eyes. She did not have the best opinion of Carnevale and that was not a damn secret. "who said I was through with you?" she countered his taunt, swishing her two toned tail back and forth as though agitated. It was, in fact, an odd quirk of hers. She did it any time she had to think hard on something. Perhaps it would have been better to strategize prior to initiating combat. This was not going well, or at least she thought it was not going well. Her ears lifted forward a moment before turning back tight to her skull. She had Was about to consider an option when his words shattered her thoughts? "Me? Those I love? Dear old mommy will have to search hi and low to find anyone that I love. Have her ring me up once she does because darling there ain't no one to target down that dusty ol' path." she snorted at him. Well, that was a total lie but she hadn't thought she'd ever let on to anyone how she felt about Incognito so it wasn't like he could be targeted for her affections. Besides Taint did not see Necropolis succeeding in traumatizing the black stallion any time soon. "Mmmm babies, how quaint. Is that the only appetite from any of you maggots? All boys and girls? No grown-ups allowed? Ooooh, I bet that's your damn slogan, isn't it." her blue eyes rolled with the mocking laugh that she barked out before she focused on him again. She listened and stared at him for a moment before making a soft 'eh' sound tilting her head slightly up and to the side. "Other than pissing you and your darling mother off I had no plans with you, Nile. Torturing you would have been not only pointless but quite boring. Dragging you around on a leash would have meant I fought with you constantly and quite frankly that's just stupid. Maybe I'd have thrown you in the lake until you couldn't swim any more. . . or chased you over a cliff. That would have been amusing. . . Short lived, but entertaining none the less." she all but shrugged at him as though this were the whole truth. Honestly, she hadn't really thought past the attempted theft long enough to consider what to do with her prize. She opened her mouth to add something more when the massive beast charged at her. It took everything in her to keep from staring at him with shocked, wide eyes. Oh dear, this was not going to be good. She planted her hooves in the ground, watching him charge her, her heart racing the closer her got to her. Rearing up into the air as he reached her she contorted her body trying to minimize the damage he could do to her. His hooves bruised her shoulder. The sensation had her thinking he was trying to grapple for grip and balance. What an asshole, trying to balance on her. She bared her teeth, dropping her head and reaching for his shoulders, her front hooves slashing out at him to try and shove him back off of her. Exrutiating pain flashed through her body her neck where his teeth dug deep into her flesh and pressed dangerously close to her spin. Unable to hold back the scream of pain she dropped down, trying to yank herself free before he could bite into the bone. Flesh, fur and mane yanked free of her neck as she fell to the ground and immediately leapt back up at him, her head raised and mouth opened to grab at his jugular. ♥ ___________________________________________________________ ♥ status ♥ compete word count ♥ 702 muse ♥ okay tags ♥ vin & nile attacks ♥ no attack to be used dodges ♥ no dodge to be used attack one ♥ kicking out at Nile with her hind legs injuries ♥ deep gash in her upper right shoulder that goes down and across her barrel. it gets shallow as it stretches on. Skin is hanging from it and it is bleeding heavily. Shallow bites and teeth-scrapes on hindquarters. || ♥ || topline/neck injury, bite a deep chunk from her neck. more to the middle of the neck than the poll. bruising on left shoulder. attack two ♥ biting up at his jugular, slashing fore hooves at chest/base of neck to push him off.

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,500,true] [atrb=background,http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/075/2/6/nilebg_by_legends_never_diexx-d5yatg8.jpg,true] split the nile and fill it with the bodies of thine enemies. Name- Nile Breed- Shire x Friesian x Belgian x Vladimir Draft x Gelderlander x Tennessee Walking Horse x Schwarzwalder Fuchs x Irish Draught x Clydesdale x Anglo Arabian Age- Three Gender- Stallion Height- 18.1hh Alliance- Dark Health- 80% - abrasions and bruises around his stifle and flanks from her kicks, broken nasal ridge/bone, and flesh torn from his chest area Note for staff- He is an undead character. ” Killed my parents? Not at all; they're all perfectly healthy and alive still. Would you like to meet them?" A soft chuckle had left his larynx as the deep mahogany beast glanced his opponent over once more. If she wanted to spit words back and forth, that was fine with him. He could keep up. Her labrums had curled back in a vile sneer and he mockingly made the same expression back to her. ”I’m sorry did I offend you, princess? And yes I would love to meet them so I could string their entrails around my mother’s morgue like Christmas decorations and chew on their tender dark hearts for snack later.” The russet and ivory splattered minx opened her mouth and dug herself a lovely grave before she even finished her sentence. "I know that Carnevale is nothing but a useless eye sore with a desperate need for a soaking in peroxide." Pale emerald and amber pigmented voids rolled in mild annoyance at her complaint. A brow arched over one of his spheres for a moment before he shook his large crown, ”Ah, and that’s why you wanted to piss us off then; because we are an eye sore to your little dark fantasy land? I think your concerns should lie closer to the fact that unallianced individuals are running dark main lands and weakening our alliance.” Tones smoothly rolled out upon poison dipped razor blades of syllables before he followed up with this, ”Carnevale has never and will never be useless. We have always and always will be infamous and far more superior to any territory in Wild Equines. Especially the Dark Royal kingdom – it isn’t even really a kingdom though. It’s more like an outhouse created from your hopes and dreams isn’t it?” Labrets curled back in a smirk as he continued on with his retort. She thought she was so cute trying to belittle him and his new empire. Good luck with that. Carnevale did not approve of the Dark Royals and he had no problem reiterating that every time they met. "Who said I was through with you?" Her inquiry rose and he snorted slightly to push dust particles from his nasal passages for a moment. ”Hmm, no one but I think that tree there would look marvelous running through your painted bodice.” A quick roll of his blades indicated a shrug but Tainted Love had already moved on to his next verbal attack. ” Me? Those I love? Dear old mommy will have to search high and low to find anyone that I love. Have her ring me up once she does because darling there ain't no one to target down that dusty ol' path." It was a cute and predictable response from the Royal lady. Nile was becoming less than impressed with her with every passing minute. ”Very well then, I’ll just destroy your Royal outhouse – I mean kingdom! – and dismantle Incognito’s skeleton while he’s very much alive right before your bound and butchered form. And that little grey minx you all have up there, Maxim? I’d love to tap that until she sneezes out my seed from so many...injections.” His tones lowered to a near seductive purr as he continued speaking about Tainted’s little residence. ”Then I’d severe their crowns and grace the cast iron gate spikes with their skulls and make a rug out of your hides for my mother. Her birthday is soon, you know.” He mused out loud in complete sincerity. Tainted mentioned something about his previous comment being Carnevale’s slogan. This lady really didn’t have a clue did she? She was more idiotic than sheep. ”Haha, not it isn’t ours. We didn’t want to steal it from you.” Nile had picked up most of his wit from his mother, Necropolis. She then explained her purpose for trying to steal him which was to only piss him and his mother off. ”Hate to burst your bubble but you’ve done neither of those things. I find these little events quite entertaining and I am flattered that you would choose me of all the creatures in this place. Maybe one day I’ll return the favor.” He smiled at her in a bizarre flash of sincerity. He wasn’t angry with her. Perhaps a little annoyed about being here when he could be doing other things but he enjoyed the experience. Then, he had initiated his attack and found his enamels had cleaved flesh from her skeleton. Her claret fluid then filled his maw and bits of her flesh were swallowed. The taste was heavenly! A sudden, primal growl left his throat and he became more vigorous with his attack. His fangs dug in close to her spinal column and the sickly sweet blood began to paint his flesh. He had to have more. The hellion continued to strike out at her as he tried to maintain his balance before she yanked away from him with his jaws closed around some of her flesh. He took a chunk out of her and her scream echoed throughout the battle field as her flints dug at his chest and nape to push him off of her. Flesh tore away from his chest until his injured stifle became more inflamed with the movements and Nile crashed back down to the ground upon strong fore pillars. But Tainted was right back at it again. She lunged forward and snapped her jaws near his jugular and he twisted away to avoid being bitten but, he didn’t dodge her without any injuries. Her enamels sank into the bridge of his muzzle and claret poured down his maw immediately. She had broken his nose!? He snarled and reared, contorting his frame away in an attempt to jerk away from her grasp. He limped off a few feet and snorted, blood misting through the air from the force of carbon dioxide being shoved through his twin passages. ”I had a nice time. We should do this again soon.” status | completed word count | 1,000 muse | fantastic music | asking alexandria station tags | fishtail with tainted love notes | none attacks | zero attacks left. first attack - charging forward and attempting to strike anywhere on the front of her body with his front legs and bite at her as he's charging forward. second attack - he reared up and tried to bite down behind her ears (poll area) and his front hooves struck out at her withers and good shoulder for balance before he jerked back roughly in hopes he pulled on her dodges | he tried to dodge her attack but ended up with a broken nose

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pshaw. . . . . I think I'm just gonna post her finally injury tally


injuries
|| ♥ || deep gash in her upper right shoulder that goes down and across her barrel. it gets shallow as it stretches on. Skin is hanging from it and it is bleeding heavily. Shallow bites and teeth-scrapes on hindquarters.

|| ♥ || topline/neck injury, bite a deep chunk from her neck. more to the middle of the neck than the poll. bruising on left shoulder.


Health:: 65% - still bleeding heavily from the shoulder/belly, now bleeding from the neck and getting a little dizzy from bloodloss/weary.

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ooc: this can be tallied/judged now.

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I will tally.

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Vanth with Nile

Quality of Quantity: 14
Comments:
• Enjoyed the length of the posts without getting too bored but I honestly wanted more action. This fight could have been something simple hosted in a land. It seemed more like a territorial fight between stallions rather than a fight for freedom or life. Less talking, more action please!
• All posts pertained to the battle, with little background information. I enjoyed that.
• I think everything is kind of even, it has length and it's really well written.

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 14
Comments:
• He attacked and waited for a response, the proper way to do a battle.
• I saw one area that seemed to be power playing.

Realism of Attack: 15
Comments:
• Can't punish an unrealistic character for unrealistic thirst for blood. Very good job working with Nile "special" talents and needs.
• Attacks were realistic

Attack Compared to Opponent: 15
Comments:
• Very thorough and left nothing to guess. I knew what you were going for, never doubted what the severity of the would would be.
• Attacks were clearer than Tainted Love's - I could understand them better

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:

Spelling and Grammar: 13.5
Comments:
• Some mild grammar and spelling errors
• Were a few mistakes but not many.

Fishie with Tainted Love

Quality of Quantity: 14
Comments:
• I found myself bored with the petty insults tossed back and forth between charries. I wanted to see more action and details about what Taint observed about the other charrie. I liked that she found his rear end a threat. THAT was the best strategy that I saw in this thread.
• All posts pertained to the battle, with little background information. I enjoyed that.
• Was really well written.

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
•He attacked and waited for a response, the proper way to do a battle.

Realism of Attack: 14
Comments:
• Kicking and biting, it's what horses do and you utilized both. Good job.
• Attacks were realistic
• Wasn't as realistic as I'd imagine her attack would be, but reasonable.

Attack Compared to Opponent: 12
Comments:
•Pretty disappointed in the attacks. This was more of an argument for Taint. One of her attacks was at the very end of a post and consisted of not even a whole sentence. This is a battle! Your attacks are your most important asset. Aim and purpose should be described with every move.
• Attacks were a bit harder to understand than Nile's
• Seemed good to me

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:

Spelling and Grammar: 12.5
Comments:
• I found multiple run on sentences with lots of commas and conjunctions. There was a couple spelling errors as well (HIGH and low, not hi and low) and some capitalization errors. Overall, it felt very rushed.
• Some mild grammar and spelling errors

Vanth with Nile: 86.5

Fishie with Tainted: 82.5

Congratulations to Vanth with Nile