[Deleted]

Name- Draxias
Breed-
Age- Two
Gender- Mare
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%
The Fight: No Min/Max word count. Two hits, one dodge. Five days to reply. If Draxias wins, she keeps her child (Synnove.), and gets to sacrifice Schism to the Underworld. If she looses, Synnove goes to Schism for full custody, and Draxias owes him a foal.

Life. It was something that she had been unprepared for. No ammount of life lesson lectures give by her mother could prepare her for her life. None. No one had prepared her for any of her life. The painted mare bit down on her tounge, her voids closed shut tight. She could feel the hot, little body of her daughter pressed against her. Little, sweet, innocent Synnove. Draxias sighed and lifted her head, turning it sideways over her back to look down at her daughter. The painted and appaloosa tinted filly was sound a sleep, her orbs tightly shut, her sides breathing up and down. Draxias sighed, closing her orbs and trying to drift back to sleep. Today was a big day. Today was the day that her life was going to take another turn. She didnt know which way it was going to turn, it could go either way. If she came out victorious, Schism would owe her for something, and she would get to keep her precious babe. If she lost, well, then she was fucked. LitteralY. If she lost, then Schism had the opprotunity to knock her up, which was something she really didn't want to happen. Schism would also get full custody of their daughter. Sucking in a deep breath, the painted mare, shook her skull, teeth clacking at the thought. Over her dead body was she going to loose this battle! Shaking her head, Draxias slowly stood up. Her long legs uncurling from under her body and pushing her into the air. Audits gave a brief flicker, listening as her mother came into view. Draxias had told Dreamer the bare minimum. She knew Draxi was going "out." But not where, and especially not what was goign to actually happen today. A few months ago, Draxi would have felt horribly guilty about lying to her mother, but not anymore. Slowly, the soullessness was starting to take over her mind, her thinking. The only thing that was keeping her sane was Synnove. The only thing.

After giving brief instructions to her mother, Draxias stepped forwards. A couple years ago, her life had been so carefree. So happy. Now her life was just a hell hole. It had been good for a while, her relationship with Schism had been best friends, before they finally had the guts to take it to the next level. Mainly, that was because Draxi had found out that Schism had sold his soul to Cadias, and then she sold hers. Then it just lead to a whole can of worms being exploded and thrown everywhere. Draxi snorted softly at the memory, at the hard core love that had followed them confessing their love to each other. How happy they had been! Especially Schism, when she had told him that she was pregnant. Everything had been good, until Schism's whole personality began to dissapear. He turned into some one that Draxi didnt even know. Fighting with poor Lat over the littlest things. Being a bigger ass than what he had been orginally. Being not himself. Draxias ground her teeth together as she walked, her jaw tightening. Now, now she was in this position. What other choice did she have? It wasnt like she was just going to stand around, when Schism had cheated on her. Not only once, but more than once. Not only had he cheated, but he had raped a previous herd member of Dark Woods. While she was pregnant none the less! Not only rape, but the mare ended up pregnant! To make the whole situation worse, it had been one of Lat's exmates. After all of that, he had been stripped of his title of King of Dark Woods, banished too. Closing her orbs, Draxias squeezed them tight. All she wanted to do was have everything back to normal. Wasnt that too much to ask for?

It was one of those picture perfect days. The sun shown brightly in the sky, the golden rays decorating everything. The tree's hid some of the rays of sun as Draxias moved under them, exiting Dark Woods and heading for the free lands. For the battle field that would determine the next section in her life. As her brown orbs rotated upwards, peering into the sky, the paint let out a sigh. Not a single cloud decorated the vivid, blue sky. There was a light breeze toying with her locks, blowing them around, making the grass dance against her feet. The sun was warm, but it wasn't hot. If it had been a normal day meeting Schism, the sun would have been relaxing, and comforting. Today, it was anything from it. It made her anxious, her heart screaming in her chest, nerves on the edge of breaking apart. As she got closer to the Battle field, her voids looked downwards at the ground, eyeing it up. It was instantly that the terrian changed. It changed from lush green grass, to the brittle, dry grass that hurt when she walked through it. It was tall, and still danced in the wind, but it just made her nerves worse. Dead tree's stuck up in numerous spots, their old branches stuck in the spot that the tree had eventually died in. Out of the corner of her brown eyes, Dreamer saw a rat scurry out of a half eaten skull. She scrunched her nose, wrinkling it in the process. That was discusting, and hopefully that wouldnt be her ultimate fate today.

Shaking her head, she bit down on her tounge, drawing to a stop. Her bay and white tobiano coat gleamed in the sunshine. She still had a little bit of "baby fat" that lingered, but for the most part, she had lost most of the extra weight. Her forelock dropped into her voids, hiding the emotion that streamed through her voids. Briefly, she looked about the landscape, trying to figure out if anything would be able to help her. Hell, she didnt know anything about fighting. She dint have any siblings, mainly because her father was never around, and didn't have the balls to let her mom have any more children. Draxias snorted softly at the thought. Attention snapped back to the present at the sound of hoofbeats approaching. Audits shifted forwards, listening. It wasnt the sound of Lat's, which was a good thing. Dreamer was pretty sure that the King of Dark Woods had no idea about this. Or that her mother had no idea either, which was just fine with her. Draxias lifted her head defintantly, her neck arched, showing the more prominate Arabian features as she snapped her tail back and forth. Her tail cracked, the sound echoing through out the dry, still air. Bring it on, hubby. She murmured quietly, her voids watching Schism as he got closer, and closer, and closer.

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schism

Life had changed. Perhaps it had taken a turn for the worst. Perhaps his worst mistake - his very worst mistake had been to sell his soul to the Devil. Sometimes he did miss how it felt. How feelings felt. He couldn't recall anything from his recent memory to even resemble emotion. He made his decisions with cold precision, barely thinking it over before coming to a conclusion. A couple of nights ago he had made the conclusion that he wanted his daughter. Synnove. She was so beautiful, so precious to him. She was his. His and Draxi's of course, but her mother had chosen badly when she decided to hide the child from him. He had only seen Synn once, shortly after she had been born. He had implored the two of them to come with him, to travel with him. He knew he would have found them lands to keep them safe, but Draxi had not listened. She had insisted on staying in Dark Woods, safe in the throne, safe under his father's radar. He remembered the white hot rage as she told him no, when she told him that his homelands were safer. She thought he couldn't protect them! She thought he would harm Synnove! It was appalling. However, he had left before her predictions could be made true. He had mulled it over. It was now some months later and he had decided that he had to have Synnove. Even if her mother no longer wished to see him, he still had rights. He still had rights to the child he'd helped create. And she would see it. Synnove would see it. He was better for her - the best. Draxi just wouldn't let him help. It was sickening. He wanted to say that something was poisoning her mind and perhaps something was - or someone. The one person he could think of to do such a thing was Lateralus, his father. Only he would do something so cruel as to convince his daughter and his mate that he was a danger to them. He had never wanted Schism. Not really. Seth had always been the favorite - Schism was convinced now. And if not for Seth's dementia, then he would have sat on the throne. The only barrier between who had been King was that disease. It was unbelieveable.

Schism had been slumming. He knew he had been. He hated drifting around from herd to herd. He hated having to grovel to herd leaders to allow him to stay. Some of them had heard of him and his banishment, and others were oblivious. It didn't matter to him. He had no qualms against those who offered him shelter. It was those who had kicked him out that he his sights set upon. Sooner or later he would get his revenge. His sentence of banishment would not go lightly. His dear herd members would see him again soon; he promised them that. The only thing he needed now was a decent supply of allies, which unfortunately, were in short supply. He was not stupid nor was he that arrogant. He knew going into Dark Woods alone would be suicide. He needed a better plan than that. However, his thoughts of getting a list of allies together was lost when he realized his desire to have back his daughter. Like it or not, he was going to be involved in his children's lives, ALL of them. Positively or not, he would make sure they knew exactly who he was. He hoped that Synnove's mind had not been that far corrupted - that she could still believe that he was a good father. Draxi was simply foolish for believing he would harm their child. Foolish still for believing that he would harm her ... but now she was giving him no choice. It had all come down to a custody battle - one that he fully intended on winning. He had visited Draxi - well, more like spied on her until she had left Dark Woods. Then he'd followed her. Oh, it had been so much like Kyla. Unfortunately, it had not ended in sex. No, instead, the two of them had nearly had a battle out in the Free lands over custody of their child. Because of Draxi's outright refusal to give her up to him, he decided to challenge her instead. And he had decided to sweeten the pot. If he was victorious, he won Synnove, but would also receive another child from Draxi. He missed her - especially in that way. By doing this, he also hoped that she would have to stay around him for at least a couple months until the baby was weaned. Unless she forced him to find a nursing mare - which was not a part of his plan. Besides, she would want to stick around for at least that long around her child, wouldn't she? She would still care for it, wouldn't she? Or would she reject it simply because it was a child of his? No. He couldn't believe she would be so heartless.

However, his bargain had not come without consequences for himself. At his proposal for another child, Draxi had been so enraged that she had threatened to kill him instead. That gave him another curious idea. If she won, she would keep Synnove, but she would also be able to sacrifice him to the Underworld. She thought this crude at first, but perhaps her own soullessness was beginning to take over because she had eventually agreed to it. To be honest, Schism was not bothered by this fact. If he lost and she killed him, he would go to Hell and rule his own Circle due to the fact that he had sold his soul. His place in the Afterlife was secure. And once he was dead, there was nothing she could do to stop him from seeing his daughter - and even her. He would always be the devil on her shoulder. So in truth, he benefitted from this deal win or lose. He didn't know if Draxi had realized yet, but she had already agreed to the challenge and backing out now would mean a forfeit. Which meant victory for him.

He stalked across the battlefield without really seeing it. In some places the ground was muddy and swampy beneath his hooves - in others the ground was cracked and dry. It was a beautiful day out - the sky was utterly devoid of clouds and the sun was shining. It didn't take him long to find Draxias waiting for him. Her pelt gleamed beneath the sun. She was important to him - he knew that much. Deep down inside of him, in the places where he could no longer feel, he still loved her. He still wanted what was best and only what was best for her. But his wants and needs had become warped and twisted. He saw his way as the only way for her - as the only way for anyone. She was not happy unless he was watching over her. She was not safe unless it was him guarding her. Perhaps he wanted Synnove because she was his flesh and blood property, but perhaps he also wanted her because it meant Draxi could potentially come back to him. The opportunity for the two of them to become close again was intoxicating. He wanted her back - he wanted her by his side. But she refused to see it and wanted herself to be unhappy. He didn't understand it. How could she reject something that made her happy? He tried not to contemplate her motives too much. The only thing that mattered was the battle - and it was a battle that he would win. He would make sure of it. As much as he didn't want to hurt Draxi - he had to win this battle. He needed his daughter. He needed to be a part of her life. He could allow her mother to be the only one that raised her, could he? His gray occulars narrowed as he approached Draxi. No. That wasn't allowed. She could not keep him out. She could not defy him. He arched his neck higher, partially in a stretch and partially as an act of dominance. The closer he came to Draxi, the closer he could feel her anger. Her opticals smoldered as she glared at him coming closer. A smirk snaked across his maw at this thought. Let her hate him. She was only using it do disguise her true feelings. It was a defense mechanism. That's all it was.

"Draxi ..." He breathed as he came close enough to her. However, instead of stopping he continued to move toward her, even going so far as to try and brush one of her forelocks away from her eyes. However, whether or not he succeeded or got smacked instead was up to her. He wanted her to accept it. He wanted to feel her skin against his own - oh how he wanted it. Patience, patience. Win this battle and you'll have her soon enough. "Why do you reject me? Why would someone reject what makes them happy? Tell me that Draxi. If anything tell me that." His word were low and smooth as silk. He did not restrain his eyes from dipping across her body. She still had some baby fat, but it only added to her curves. If he could have her right now, he would. But first things first. Without batting an eyelash, Schism pivoted on his front legs and wheeled around his hindquarters. When his rear end was facing Draxi's face and shoulders, he sent out a strong kick with his back legs, putting all the force and power into it. He wanted to hear the splitting of flesh and bone, feel the spray of blood pelt into his skin. When the attack was finished, he did not move away. Instead, he turned back around, either ready and waiting to see Draxi convulsing in pain, or taking her own attack head on. He did not plan to dodge any of her attacks. He planned to take every hit she threw at him. He wanted to feel the pain she inflicted, see the wounds she dealt to him. Pain was brilliant - it made him feel alive.

Name- Schism
Breed- Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Friesian x New Forest Pony
Age- Five
Gender- Male
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%

Hits- one two
Dodges- one
Attacks- Kicked at Draxi's face and shoulders with his hind legs
Injuries- None

status complete
muse great
count 1759
notes ugh he makes me sick. =P but let the fun begin. x]

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Name: Draxias
Breed: Arabian x Pinto x Cyldesdale x Shire
Gender: Mare
Height: 16 hands
Alliance: Dark
Health: 100%

To be honest, Draxias didnt know what her mother would think if she knew about this battle. Dreamer was a bitch in general, let alone if she knew about this. Draxias closed her brown orbs, shutting them tight for a moment as she stood statue still. The paint inhaled, her gut sucking inwards, before she let it fall back to where it normally would be. Dreamer was going to be pissed. Extremely pissed, especially if she found out about Draxias' end of the deal. If she lost, not only would Dreamer more than likely not get to see Synnove, but then Draxias would be pregnant, with Schism's kid. Draxias cringed at the thought, her audits slamming back against the base of her skull. That was not something she was looking forwards to if she lost. It wans't the fact that she would be pregnant again, but it was what her mother would say. What her father would do to Schism's scrawny ass. Technically, Schism wasn't small at sixteen point one hands tall, but compared to her gigantic father, he was. She smirked softly at the thought. Her father could squish Schism like a bug, oh how it would amuse her so. The thought of her daughter never knowing who her father was made her not completely wish Schism to be dead at the same time. She sighed, huffing hot air through her nostrils. The joys of being in a tough situation. Being a grown up was something that she had looked forwards to when she had been younger. Now that she was older, making her own decisions, ruling a herd of her own, and has a child of her own; Draxi wanted to forget that wish of growing up.

The sound of approaching hoof beats caused the painted mare, to scowl even deeper, her voids blazing. Draxias wasn't just angry at Schism, no. She was angry at the whole world. Why in the first place they had to be so fucking stupid to accept Cadias' offer. Now Cadias was gone, a new undecided king that would take his place. What would happen then? Could she potentially get her soul back? All of the emotions that she knew she once had, that were slowly slipping away? She bit down on her tongue, her voids blazing into Schism' skull. Oh how she would like to place a well timed kick to his skull again. She let a smirk linger, just for a brief second, her mind slipping back to the memory. Oh she hadn't really meant to kick Schism in the head that one day, and to accidentally knock him out. She had been extremely sorry about that, but if she happened to nail him in the head today.. would she be sorry? Draxias didn't know if she would be. The soulless emotions were creeping up slowly, taking over her once bubbly and sweet personality. It was changing her. Whether or not it was changing her for the worst or the better, she wasn't really sure. The only thing that really was stopping her from bashing a hoof, or multiple hooves into Schism's head was the one thing she vowed she would do; fall in love. She hadn't planned on falling in love, let alone with a stallion that she had hated for months, and months before they could finally tolerate each other. Draxias bit down on her tongue again, audits flickering. The other thing besides the fact that she was still secretly in love with Schism, was his father and his daughter that was preventing her from bashing his brains in.

Draxias didnt want Synn to grow up completely with out her father, but at the same time, here she was, fighting him over custody. It was such a complicated ordeal in her mind. She wanted her to know her dad, but with all the fucking stupid shit he had been doing, and had done, Draxias wans't so sure. Then there was Lateralus. Draxias loved the re-crowned king. Not the way she loved Schism, but in a different way. In a way that you would love your favorite in-law. She sighed softly at the thought. Draxi had no idea what Lat would do if he found out that she would be the one to put a hoof through Schism's skull, or sacrifice him to the underworld. A chill ran up her spine at the thought of Lat banishing her, calling her a horrible mother, anything of the sort. She flared her nostrils, watching as Schism's dun appaloosa blanketed body got closer, and closer. She blocked out the sound of his hoof beats, trying not to think of how many times she had snuck out to meet him. How many times she had hid in waiting for those hoof beats. How she longed to hear the sound of those hoof beats. She jerked her head at the thought, nostrils flaring, blowing an annoyed huff of air from her lungs. Fuck Schism, but not literally. Voids turned cold, emotionless, hiding the fact that she had so many different emotions going through her mind. She wasn't going to let him know that. No way in hell, that was for sure.

The cocky fucker of a mate, (or was it ex-mate?), had a smirk plastered onto his muzzle. It made the hairs on Draxias' back stand up, her heart thumping in her chest. There had been so many times when Schism had turned her completely on with those smirks of his. Draxi shook her skull, sending her forelock and long mane sprawling in every direction, making sure her forelock fell over her brown voids. Audits flicked once, before remaining against the back of her skull as Schism spoke. If he thought he was going to woo her, he was thinking something else. Voids remained the same emotionless expression as she spoke, one word: Schism. Blunt and to the point. She wans't here to fuck around, unless she lost, then she didn't have any choice. The thought of Schism getting to climb his way onto her back sent her cursing inwardly. No. No. No, that was not going to happen. Not if she could help it. As Schism got closer, she watched him extent his muzzle, attempting to push one of the long strands of her forelock away from her eyes. With out a warning, Draxias parted her muzzle, grass stained ivories shown as she snapped them at Schism's muzzle. Oh how she hoped she got a decent chomp on them, or a good chunk out of his nose. Either one would work. She wasn't here to play games. Nor was she here to let him seduce her. She was here for Synnove, and that was it. I'm not telling you anything, Schism. She hissed outwards.

You don't make me happy anymore. She replied, no emotion was placed on the words, they just sounded dead. Draxias' black tipped audits pinned into the locks of her black mane, brown voids narrowing as she felt his eyes. Schism's eyes were traveling across her body, more than likely mocking the baby fat she still had left. Her muscles tightened at the thought, her whole body tensing up. He would pay for allowing those dark, emotionless gray orbs of his linger on her body. That she was certain of. Apparently, Schism was ready to get down to business. Voids watched blankly as he moved away from her, his rump towards her head and shoulders. Draxi couldn't help but allow her voids to eye his rump. His gorgeous, sexy, muscular ass, until she saw his hooves flying at her. Voids jumped in their sockets. This was it, there was no backing down, or she would have to pay the price. Her timing was too long, and she took the blow. Even though she tried to hold it in, a grunt escaped her vocal chords. Searing, icy hot pain ripped through her shoulder. Voids blinked as she turned her head sideways, skittering her body sideways as well. There was a jagged imprint of Schism's hard hoof on her shoulder muscle. It ached, it burned, it hurt so bad. There was red blood beginning to flow out of the wound, dripping down her shoulder and down her leg. Draxi scowled, her brown voids darkening. He better hope that this didn't scar, or he would be screwed. She didn't want a reminder of tonight.

Her shoulder muscles twitched and ached, but she pushed the pain to the back of her mind. Locked it up in a part where she could forget it, for now anyway. Voids blazed as she watched him swing around, and in her mind, she almost saw him mocking her. Encouraging her to put one of her hooves through his skull. Her limbs moved, prancing her in place as she debated what to do next. Finally, she decided. Lunging forwards, she stretched her neck and muzzle outwards. Her hind quarters propelled her forwards, teeth barred, showing all the stains. As she got close to Schism, she swung her head, teeth snapping the air, clacking loudly, and grabbing for anything that she could get a hold of. She had been aiming for his jugular vein, but any part of him that she could get, she would take. In this case, she couldn't be picky, that was for sure. As she yanked her muzzle backwards, Draxi skidded on the breaks, and wheeled the other way, trying to avoid any other attacks. She danced sideways, her neck arched, nostrils flaring. The slight Arabic bloodlines showing through her as she snapped her tail, a loud cracking sound emitting through the air. Voids blazed with a crazyness that she had never felt. A protectiveness over only daughter. The soulless attitude that she had never really felt. A forelimb stretched forwards, her left shoulder aching as she struck the air, making contact with the ground as she dug. Draxias puffed dry dust into the air, her own actions attempting to mock Schism right back. This was war.

Hits: One Two
Dodge: One
Attacks: Went for Schism's jugular vein with her teeth, but hopes to get any part of his neck. xD
Injuries: Jagged hoof print of Schism's on her shoulder, which is bleeding.

Status: Donee
Muse: great
Words: 1668
Notes: o.o she's physico all of a sudden. xD

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schism

This was not at all how Schism had intended their relationship to go. When they had still been young and just developing their friendship he'd had plenty of fantasies about her. Naturally, they had started out sexual, but over the course of time, they'd developed into something real. He still remembered the day when he'd asked Draxias to come to Dark Woods with him and be his Queen. He still remembered the gleam in her eyes when she said yes. From then on, he had intended their rule to last for a long time - as long as his father's - if not longer. He imagined all their children and their grandchildren - being surrounded by family. He planned to become the storyteller for them, responsible for passing down tales down from generation to generation. Unfortunately, the entirety of that dream crashed as soon as Schism had found out Sthenelus and Andromeda were dead. Unconsciously, Schism knew that this was the beginning of his end - the beginning of his descent into the insane state he was in now. Estelle's betrayal had been the topping on the cake. He still refused to accept that Estelle didn't know who Romeo was. The very thought of his sister right now made his blood boil and so he pushed the thoughts of her aside. Right now, he needed to focus on the battle and on Draxias. 'Schism.' She greeted him. Her greeting was sharp and curt. Nothing like she usually greeted him. Even though he showed no sign of it, his heart dropped at this. He was nothing more to her than a curt word. How could he be nothing more than a curt word to her? Did she not love him anymore? Was he wrong about her? He furrowed his brow, frowning at his doubting thoughts. He couldn't doubt himself like this. There was no room for doubt. She had to still love him. Then why is she fighting you for your child if she still loves you? She doesn't trust you. She doesn't love you anymore. How could she, after what you've done? It had been the first time in months that he heard his conscience speaking to him, and it hit him like a ton of rocks. No. He couldn't believe that Draxi no longer loved him - no longer cared for him. There-there would be no purpose to his life if she did not care. She was all he had. Abruptly, he realized he was hyperventaliating as he thought this and paused his thoughts to control his uneasy breathing.

'I'm not telling you anything, Schism.' She hissed at him, bringing him back to the present. He could see the hair standing up on the back of her neck. 'You don't make me happy anymore.' She told him, her lyrics dead. The words crushed his heart even further, sending him spiraling into the only other emotion he could feel - despair. He shook himself vigorously, trying to remove himself from its hold. He would lose this battle for sure if he decided to let himself drown. Instead, he focused on the attack and felt her skin beneath one of his hooves as he attacked. He heard the grunt that escaped her mouth and when he glanced at her next, he watched the bleeding wound that he'd made on her shoulder - a perfect imprint of his hind hoof. However, he did not smirk in victory. Instead, he watched her, waiting for her counter move. She spent some time thinking about it - either that or testing out her new injury. She then launched herself at him, her teeth reaching out for his jugular vein. Even though he had no intentions of dodging any of her attacks, he moved out of the way for this one - if only to dodge the attack at his jugular vein. He could not afford any injury there. However, he did feel contact with her teeth, as they gaped for the right side of his neck instead, almost right in the middle. The flesh tore beneath her enamels, feeling it squeeze briefly before the skin tore, coming away in her mouth. White-hot pain dominated Schism's senses for several moments before the adrenaline took over. He tried several times to survey the wound with his eyes, but found himself unable to look at it. Huffing in frustration, he turned his gaze back to Draxi, watching her stretch her injured leg. Her opticals were blazing with anger. So much anger. So much hate. What have you done, Schism?

The dun appaloosa slammed his eyes shut for a second, trying to push back the swirling memories that snapped at his heels like rabid dogs. How could she care for you after what you've done? His conscience continued to hiss. Or perhaps it wasn't his conscience at all. Perhaps it was something his mind had invented to torment him. He was at the point where he didn't know what was real. However, instead of contemplating this further, he launched his second attack. This time, there was more viciousness in his attack. He gave a full on charge toward Draxi, galloping toward her and slowing down as he reared up and churned his hooves at her face, aiming for any part of her front that he could reach. Head, face, chest, neck, even shoulders were all open to his scythes. He stayed there for quite a while, well aware that he could take some significant injuries in the process. He wanted the injuries. He wanted reminders of the battle. He longed for the scars. His pale gray optics blazed with passion - passion for the battle, for the thrill, and for her. She might not know it, but he would always love her. It would be her and no one else. Everyone else paled in comparison to her. She was the only one he would ever bother battling like this - over custody of a child. She was the only one that was important enough for that.

Name- Schism
Breed- Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Friesian x New Forest Pony
Age- Five
Gender- Male
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 85%

Hits- one two
Dodges- one
Attacks- #1 - Kicked at Draxi's face and shoulders with his hind legs
#2 - Charged at Draxi and reared up to hit her front (face, head, neck, chest) with his hooves.
Dodges- Schism is not going to dodge anything.
Injuries- Large bite mark on the right side of his neck. Bleeding steadily.

status complete
muse great
count 1034
notes schism you are confusing

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I've given Middy an extension on this.

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Name- Draxias
Breed- Arabian x Pinto x Cyldesdale x Shire
Age- Two
Gender- Mare
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 80%

What had happened to them? To their relationship? To the way they felt for each other? It had all slipped out from under them, like a rug yanked out from under some one's feet. Except, Draxias had felt this coming for the last few months, ever sense Synn had been born. Her teeth ground together slightly, her voids darkening as she thought about Schism. It had been both of their faults. It takes two to tango, and it takes two to make things right again. Which, was something that they hadnt done. Now that she was thinking back on it, neither of them had tried to put things back to being right. Draxias remember so clearly that her heart had ached for Schism, how she wanted things to go back to what they had been, how their relationship had been. The love and the passion that had filled their lives; was gone like the wind now. Draxi could feel the familiar tug of her heart as she watched Schism. Never once had she dreamed that this was what their realtionship would come down to, fighting. She hadnt liked their vocal fights when they had them. But this? Fighting over their daughter? Was a new level to Draxias, and she wanst sure if she liked it completely. Or if it was worth fighting Schism bloody over. She pinned an audit against the base of her skull, teeth grinding at the thought. There was no going back now. Schism had helped with all of this; half the shit that had fucked their relationship up was due to him. Schism selling his soul, cheating on her, raping one of Lat's exmates, getting himself banished out of Dark Woods when she was so heavily pregnant. Pregnant for fucks sake! He couldnt have waited?!

Her anger boiled, as her tail snapped against the sides of her flanks, nostrils flaring. This was war. As she lunged forward, her teeth sank into Schism neck. Humph, it wanst the part she had been aiming for, but it would do. It was an attack at least, right? She flicked her audits, pinning them against the base of her skull further, her forelock falling into her beautiful brown orbs. As her teeth sank deeper into Schism's neck, there was the bitter taste of blood on her toungue. After a few moments of holding onto his neck, she let go, releasing her jaws and stepping back, her sore shoulder aching as she moved too quick. Orbs rolled in their sockets at the pain that shot through her shoulder muscles. Not once in her life had she felt this much pain, except for when she had Synnove. Now that had been a pain that Draxias really didn't want to relive. It was painful to have a kid! Not having Schism there hadnt helped either. She hissed unknowingly outwards at the thought, voids darkening. Stupid bastard! He was supposed to be there for her through thick and thin! Especially when she was in the middle of being in labor! But of course not, he got himself kicked out of Dark Woods, for what? Revenge. It must have been a personal thing, because Draxias sure as hell hadnt benefited Schism acting out in Revenge.

Grinding her green stained ivories together, Draxias stood still, her head up, neck arched slightly. Her long tail blew out behind her, as she listened to the tree branches dance with the breeze. What a beautiful day it would be, except for the fact that she was here. Her shoulder continued to throb, as she turned her skull to look at it, the large bloody mark of Schism' hoof on her shoulder. She shook her head softly, her voids turning soft and brown for a few moments. How sad was this? Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Schism barreling towards her; at a gallop. Muscles tensed as she stood her ground, limbs shifting slightly as Schism reared upwards his hooves striking the air between them. As his hooves struck forwards her skull she jurked her body backwards, her nose getting the tail end of one of his hooves. Orbs widened as she let out an audable, painful squeal, head and nose shaking slightly. She took a few steps backwards, bodice shaking as her orbs tried to peer downards at her nose. Damn! She couldnt see what he had actually done to her nose! Letting out a sharp snort, she sent blood spraying out of her nose. That was disgusting. Twitching an ear, Draxi hissed quietly, tail snapping. He was going to pay for that. She had one last attack to dish out.

Draxias stood for a moment, watching him wearily, her voids dull; void of all emotion. Catching her breath and her stength, Draxias moved quietly, her shoulder throbbing with every move that she made. She circled Schism, judging, gageing what she was going to do next. To be honest, she wanted this to be over, to put a big STOP sign up and back down. But she wouldnt, that wasnt her nature, and never had been. Hell, she wanted to put a big stop sign in at the part where Schism had sold his soul. Maybe if they hadnt sold their souls, this would have never happened! It was a little too late to change that though, now wanst it? Shaking her skull she ground her teeth together, as she cirled around Schism's let side, she let out a double barreling kick, aiming for any part of his body that she could hit with her hooves. If she was lucky, there would be at least one solid imprint of her hoof to remind him of the fact that she had never been the girl to just back down. And she never would be that girl either. As she stepped forwards, she swung around to face Schism, audits flickering as she waited to see how her attack would impact the dun blanketed appaloosa stallion.

Hits: One Two
Dodge: One Not really using this.
Attacks: 1) Went for Schism's jugular vein with her teeth, but hopes to get any part of his neck. xD
2) Circled around him and then kicked with both hind legs at his side.
Injuries: 1)Jagged hoof print of Schism's on her shoulder, which is bleeding.
2) Bleeding nose

Status: Donee
Muse: good
Words: 997
Notes: --

[+ ebonite +]

schism

Now that he realized his "conscience" had made some sort of presence, it would not leave him alone. It twittered away in his mind like a bothersome bird, taunting him with thoughts and scenarios that he would rather not think about. Before he had been oozing self-confidence - completely certain that this was the right decision to make. Now, there were threads of doubt weaving through his mind. This was a bad idea, Schism. This was a bad idea. It whispered over and over. Schism shook his head violently, his opticals smoldering as he willed his restless mind to silence. He was trying to focus all of his energy on Draxias but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He tried to look into her eyes, but her opticals were blazing so fiercely with anger and hate that he couldn't look at them. He didn't want to see that look in her eyes - not now, not ever. He didn't want to know that he was the cause of that look. So instead, he looked at the blood slowly trickling out of the hoof print mark on her shoulder. The single blood drop had him mesmerized for several seconds. However, he was suddenly distracted when Draxi bared her teeth. Stained green from grass - not from blood like his own. Did she no longer kill? When they had been younger that was their "thing." Schism had always admired Draxi and wanted her as his own, but it had taken her far longer to form the same opinion. As a result the two of them had spent a lot of their time together. They both decided that roaming the Free lands and tricking hapless Lights was their favorite activity. They were both murderers, both killers. There was no denying that. Draxi was not going to live that down, however much she might want to. She might not have the bloodstained teeth, but she had the bloodstained memories.

His attack was vicious and long-lasting. His hooves churned for several moments at her front. For several seconds, he felt nothing but the cold sting of adrenaline. Then the stinging of his bite wound began to push at the front of his mind. It started out dull, but then came in waves. He could feel fresh blood dripping down his shoulder, along his pillar, spraying out in front of him as he attacked Draxi. Then he felt one of his hooves connect. It sliced her nose and he felt warm blood spray his face and chest. The sharp squeal of her agony echoed and reverberated in his ears and he finally ceased, dropping down on his pillars. Draxi writhed, straining to see her injured nose before snorting and spraying the ground with the claret fluid. Schism faced her eyes for that moment then, to see what she was feeling. However, he looked away again with disappointment - her voids were dull, clear of all emotion. There was nothing there. He hissed furiously, hoping for some sign that the Draxi who loved him was still there. They both knew that there was more to this battle than just Synnove. There was more to this than just custody of their daughter. This was a lovers' brawl. They were taking out all of their frustrations on one another in this very battle - these very moments. The anger that Schism had felt when Draxi had sold her soul to try to save him - how risky and impulsive it had been! He had been so angry with her - angry enough to injure her so she was unable to go out and do something stupid again. But he had not voiced that thought when he had confronted her. He had kept it inside, to himself. Now, he was unable to hold these thoughts and impulses back. They were too much a part of him. The soullessness was dominate and there were only brief moments of emotion.

Her movements were quiet and she did not betray any pain she felt. Her opticals scanned across him, as if looking for a proper spot to aim her next hit. He watched her spin around then and aim a sharp, double hooved kick at his left side. Once more, he did not go along with his instinct to flinch away and instead stood there and took the blow for all it was worth. The pain that assaulted his senses seemed to set off an alarm in his head and for a moment his vision spun as black dots clouded it. He stumbled a bit as his legs began to feel shaky. After the initial shock of pain had passed, he twisted his neck painfully to take inventory of the injury. There were two jagged hoof prints on his side, just in the middle of his ribcage. They were already starting to swell and the light scratches on the edges of them began to bleed in tiny rivulets. Schism took a tentatively step forward and sucked in a breath. His insides themselves felt bruised and swollen and she had definitely fractured - if not broken - a couple of his ribs. However, he breathed through the pain and took another couple steps forward, his body quivering with the effort. He chuckled dryly at this, a smile twisting his lips. He drew in a ragged breath to speak. "This is not the end." He glanced back up into her eyes. "This is only the beginning." Impulsively, he took a couple more steps, but this time, toward his assailant instead of away. "Take care of your injuries, darling." He said, smiling again before winking at her. He took his leave then, maneuvering himself around to exit the battlefield and away from the woman he loved - and would always love.

Name- Schism
Breed- Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Friesian x New Forest Pony
Age- Five
Gender- Male
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 70%

Hits- one two
Dodges- one
Attacks- #1 - Kicked at Draxi's face and shoulders with his hind legs
#2 - Charged at Draxi and reared up to hit her front (face, head, neck, chest) with his hooves.
Dodges- Schism is not going to dodge anything.
Injuries- #1 - Large bite mark on the right side of his neck. Bleeding steadily.
#2 - Two jagged hoofprints on his left side in the middle of his ribcage. The skin is swollen and bruised with minor cuts.
#3 - A couple severly bruised ribs.

status complete
muse great
count 974
notes D:

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this can be judged <3

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I will tally!

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Middy & Draxias
Quality of Quantity: 12.5
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Realism of Attack: 15
Attack Compared to Opponent: 14
Completion of the Form: 14.75
Spelling and Grammar: 11.5
Total: 82.75
I liked how each attack varied from each other. Each one in a different area.
[*] I felt like you had a tendency to repeat a lot of her past over not only in more then one post but within the same post I would find you repeating a lot of what she was doing. Don't know if that was on purpose or not.
[*] I felt your attacks were kinda lacking for as mad as you made her appear
[*] A few run on sentences, and some words were repetitive, but really nothing major.
[*] I found myself having to reread these posts because there were a lot of the same phrases repeated over and over again. I lost track of what she was thinking sometimes.
[*] I found A LOT of incomplete sentences, spelling mistakes, and punctuation errors. To notice how many there are, you could have copied and pasted into a Word document to see all of the red that shows up.
[*] Looked realistic to me. I would have liked to see her more confident in her attacks (don't HOPE to hit the jugular, just aim for it).
[*] You forgot her breed in the very first one.


Ebon & Schism
Quality of Quantity: 14.5
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Realism of Attack: 14
Attack Compared to Opponent: 14
Completion of the Form: 15
Spelling and Grammar: 14.5
Total: 87
[*] Attacks appeared the same to me. Each having to do with kicking/using his hooves and in the same area. Would have liked to seen more creativity with attacks but still keeping it real.
[*] I could really feel tension between him and this battle.
[*] Spotted a few repetitive words here and there.
[*] I was pulled into his thoughts and it was easy for me to see one thing leading to another.
[*] Looked realistic to me. I could see it in my head.
[*] I didn't find any blaring mistakes. There were maybe a couple run on sentences but they didn't take away from the quality of the post.



Congratulations to Ebon & Schism.