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Name- Wales
Breed- Missouri Fox Trotter x Anglo Arabian
Age- 8yrs
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17hh
Alliance- Light
Health- 78% [arthiris in his left knee]

Battle agreements - Word Count of 300min/1500max. One full week to reply... Two hits and one dodge. The winner gets to keep Euyrose.

CASTELL NEDD

It was time for the biggest battle for the eight year old stallion. Even though he was old enough to know about fighting, he didn't much. The stallion hated violence but this was to save his mate... His queen... His family. Mess with him as much as you like, but leave his family alone was his motto mostly. Hazel orbs were on the outcome of the fight. This was something he knew he must win and must keep... Shaking his dial more as he finally reached the battle lands, smell of blood from past battles was enough to make anyone to vomit. Wales landed on the grounds without a worry, he snorted more as he was going to make the bastard who wanted his mate would pay, big time.

Right I am here!!!! If you want a battle let's do it now! He snorted more, as he reared up, showing he was serious. Wales wasn't going to mess around, this battle was personal. Blow would meet with another blow. Wales might be light and a member of the versai, but he was going to show that lights can fight dirty and bloody, much as a dark alliance... The only difference is that Wales wouldn't cheat or run away from a attack, in fact he would take anything his opponent throw at him.

The winds were beginning to change as it was the gods were upset with the situation as well. His arabian dial looked at the heaven, and the clouds were beginning to darken. Crack of lighting struck the ground, but the stallion refused to move and stood where first came stop. Every muscle in his body was tensing up, as he was preparing for himself for the battle... Battle to keep his family intact forever and ever.

Words ---> 302
Tagged ---> Levvy
Muse ---> Good
Hits ---> One| Two
Dodges ---> One
Attack Feedback ---> None
Damage Feedback ---> None

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ONCE WAS GLORY YOU COULD ONLY BLEED
ONCE WERE GODS WHO WALKED UPON THE EARTH
ONCE WAS TRUTH, ONCE WERE ROMANS

Name- Viatrix Constantia Octavius
Breed- Spanish Norman Horse
Age- 8
Gender- Mare
Height- 16.2hh
Alliance- Unallianced
Health- 100%

'Time to play...' The ivory contessa mused to herself as she arrived at the outskirts of the Battlefield. A chilled wind roared by, her immaculate tresses dancing above her thick serpentine. Her pale azure voids scrutinized the rough patch of earth. It was rife with the brittle remains of defeated soldiers and old warriors. Warriors whom believed it was more noble to die laying in the bloodied mire as opposed to a flora-scented meadow somewhere over the rainbow. Viatrix was of that mindset as well. Her definition of glory was triumphing over your foes, drenched with blood and sweat and a coating of sanguinary mud. This is exactly what would happen on this day. Once again, she would stain her ivory vestments with the blood of the opposition. Her onyx-lined labarets curled into a malicious grin at the thought of ripping into pliant flesh. It had been too long. She constantly stood in the shadow of her brother as the passive philosopher and scholar while he commanded and conquered. No longer! Viatrix would make a name for herself. She was the daughter of emperors, war masters and centurions! The scholarly mind would be drenched in the fires of war and she would not be the meek diplomat for a second longer. She would be the conquering empress! She would be the bringer of war and tyranny who even the mighty god, Mars would tremble in front of.

She had recently attempted to steal the little light harlot, Euphrosyne. Her lover boy, Castell Nedd had obviously been smarter than she'd given him credit for and protected his bitch from Viatrix's malevolent snare. No matter! She had been looking forward to a battle and would have been a bit disappointed if he hadn't put up a fight. Truth be told, it was now an issue of pride to win the fair Euphrosyne at this point. She would not allow a light churl to beat a Centurion of Rome! The double-hued harlot was also a gift for her new friend, Exodus. It was customary for Viatrix to gift her allies with riches and whores. Another reason why she had to have Castell Nedd's little trinket. It would also be cute to see how valiantly he would fight for his lover girl. She wondered if he was of that age-old saintly mindset of "love will prevail". She tilted her elegant crown back slightly and let out an audible cackle at the thought. Ridiculous! Love was not what drove her parents to conquer a kingdom of warhorses! It was not fantastical dreams of true love that made Viatrix a woman of steel! It was courage, ambition and intelligence. The lady of war had all of those qualities and she would use them.

Dusty slate daggers carried her muscular anatomy across the barren graveyard, careful not to injure herself on the sharpness of the broken remains. It would not be easy to maneuver on a land with so much debris. She would have to be cautious. Her walk here was a slow one. She did not gallop here all the way from the lands of the Helkaer to arrive panting and sweat-drenched. She had conserved her energy and made her entrance without so much as a drop of moisture. Her strides were long, her cerebellum held high atop the mountainous mass of sinews that constructed her Iberian nape. The sleek pelt of the Roman scholar shimmered lightly in the slowly retreating sun. Oceanic gemstones looked upwards toward the sky as it began to don a more sombre attire for this event. "Mmm...tempestas appropinquat." She whispered the Latin words into the winds of decay. A snarl of thunder taunted her harks and mighty Summanus lacerated the sky with bolts of lightning. The clouds began to bleed upon this barren patch of earth, creating a slippery muck beneath her feet. 'It is much harder to fight in the rain, as dramatic an atmosphere as it creates. Staying on your feet is a crucial part of battle and when your balance is compromised, only then will you realize how very crucial a solid foothold is. Sometimes you take it for granted. When you fight in mud, never fall down. The moment you fall will be the moment of your death.' The words of her brother, Constantine chimed in her mind as she tucked those words away, remembering them for this battle. "The moment you fall will be the moment of your death..." She repeated once and continued on.

It seemed like ages, but she finally found her opponent. 'Hold out baits to entice the enemy. Feign disorder, and crush him.' Before she stepped into his sight, she faked a slight limp in her right front leg. If he thought she had an injury, it might lead him to be reckless and not give his best. After all, why waste energy in an all-out attack against a wounded foe? He had to be smart enough to know that. Already, he was yelling to her and rearing. Not so smart after all, hm? Right I am here!!!! If you want a battle let's do it now! A smile pulled at the corners of her soft lips as she shook her crania in disbelief. What a fool! Wasting energy before a fight, trying to intimidate someone who would never be intimidated. "I hope you are prepared to bleed for your love, fool." She taunted in a commanding growl. 'Mighty Jupiter, should my opponent prove worthy enough to take my life, allow me the honor of standing before you and the war master, Mars...and allow me to be reunited with my mother.' She prayed mentally, should this battle end in her death.

The empress of steel decided it was time to begin this battle, and so she did. 'All warfare is based on deception.' She picked up a broken, but sharp-ended bone between her teeth and charged toward the front of the hellion, slightly aiming for his left side. When she began to close in on him, she arched her powerful nape and threw the bone to his left, as something to hopefully distract him. Maybe common instinct would kick in and the flying object would catch his eye, thinking that he'd have to dodge it. And if he did try to dodge it, he should move to the right to get out of the way of something on the left, which would work nicely for her. As the bone flew by his left side, she quickly pushed herself over to his right side. She felt herself slipping in the mud as she athletically ducked under his neck to get from one side of him to the other. 'No! I cannot fall!' She screamed at herself. Using all of her strength, she stayed on her feet and attempted to plunge her teeth into his larynx. As she grabbed at his throat, she struck out with her front daggers, hoping to hit his legs and dislocate something. If she was lucky, she could hold him by the throat as she lashed out at him. 'Not luck! Never luck! Skill!'



words-- 1200
muse-- awesome
lyrics-- once were romans by ex deo
listening to-- per oculos aquila by ex deo
attacks left-- two one
dodges left-- one
damage-- n/a
notes-- derp.
attack breakdown-- She charged at him from the front, pretending as if her attack would land entirely on his left. She also threw a bone by his left side, hoping to distract him as she quickly dodged to his right to grab his throat. She hoped to hold him by the throat while she struck out at his legs to dislocate a joint or fracture/break a bone.

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CASTELL NEDD

I DON'T BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES... I AM THAT KIND OF STALLION

The stallion was beginning to get very bored in waiting now, the rain was flowing down on his body. The gods were unhappy with this, but Wales had no choice, to keep his mate he needed to fight for her. She meant everything to him, and even though his brindle champagne bodice was covered in scars, shows that he had the experience to follow this one through. Closing his hazel orbs for moment, he was afraid. Fighting is always something he like avoid, anything could happen in the fight. Broken bones, infections from wounds were a death sentence. Snorting angrily the stallion was ready for this, and his thoroughbred heritage was advantage for him due to the fact he wouldn't tire as easily. The mud was forming over his limbs as he finally noticed another equine coming to the scene. Her bodice silverly gray figure standing by him, his blood was boiling more. Every part of his body wanted to hurt this bitch for what she was doing to him. You finally turn up then? Looks like we be fighting after all. I am going to tear your useless body into tiny pieces, for messing with me he hissed cold venom. Seeing her limp in was an old trick in his book, as many young colts did this to fool older stallions not to hurt them, and then boom they strike without warning, Wales wasn't going to fall for that.

Standing his ground more and as the thunder rumbled loudly, the battle was on. The grey mare was galloping towards him and he didn't move from his position, hazel orbs noticed that she was sliding. Grinning he hoped she would fall onto the ground, so he could just snap the bones connecting to her pathetic neck of hers. But to his disappointment she found her footing and threw something towards his left. Even if this object was rock and could have damage his body, he didn't move at all. Wales was showing that lights weren't wimps and he was going to fight fire with fire, with this mare. Suddenly finally the mare came towards his body and he then reared up to counter his attack, this didn't save him from her own ivories, though. He felt her ivories tearing through his flesh in his neck, the wound was leaking metallic blood down his neck, his nares smelt it and he hated it especially when it was his own blood. Suddenly he noticed her plan on crippling him, so he reared up using they height difference to help him out here. He saw she was vulnerable for an attack now. Using his sharp steel flints, he aimed to hit her shoulder, hoping to cause some damage, or even for her to get to let him go. I am going to keep you safe Rose my love. I promise he thought as he was battling this wrench.Is that the best you can do? He yelled out, just as the rain was pouring down more.

As he landed back on all four limbs again onto the floor, he couldn't see that his attack hit the mare's shoulder or even part of her body, due to the fact he can rotate his head to see without risk tearing the wound which the mare still had lock onto to. He snorted more as the stallion was planning his next attack, but he was interested to see what this mare would attack next, as what he saw and felt so far this was child play. This mare is so stupid, she should try some more stronger attacks than this, I would have more fun with a stallion, than her, he though and swished his tassel and waited.

Name- Wales
Breed- Missouri Fox Trotter x Anglo Arabian
Age- 8yrs
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17hh
Alliance- Light
Health- 68% [arthiris in his left knee]

Words | 640
Tagged | Levvy
Muse | Excellent
Notes | This is good
Hits | ONE | TWO
Dodge | ONE
Damage | Bite wound on his neck bleeding slowly
Attack | Reared up using his height advantage to try and get Viatrix to loosen her grip, and using his hooves to aim and cut her shoulder.

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ONCE WAS GLORY YOU COULD ONLY BLEED
ONCE WERE GODS WHO WALKED UPON THE EARTH
ONCE WAS TRUTH, ONCE WERE ROMANS

Name- Viatrix Constantia Octavius
Breed- Spanish Norman Horse
Age- 8
Gender- Mare
Height- 16.2hh
Alliance- Unallianced
Health- 80% - Two hoof-shaped gashes on her shoulder with some bruising. The bleeding is not very bad, though. However, due to slipping in the mud, she tore a muscle in her hip and it will cause her pain later on down the line. Adrenaline is keeping her from dwelling on it, though.

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'Per oculos aquila.' Through the eyes of an eagle, visualize the enemy. Viatrix always analyzed her opponents, down to the last detail of their bodies. Where were their weaknesses? Where were their flaws, their shortcomings? She had quickly noticed that this stallion's emotions would be his downfall. So irate, so passionate about his mission to save his angel! She could see it in his eyes. The pure hatred and rage toward her. This did not scare the Centurion. It did not impress her or lead her to believe that this battle would be any more difficult due to his rage. This stallion was a damned fool! Getting so angry in battle when he should be using that brain of his to plot and plan her demise. While he was busy threatening her and spitting the powerless venom from his fangs, she was plotting his downfall. He would lay here in the bloodied muck and drown in his tears of yearning and rage because she would have his little whore in her grasp. "You finally turn up then? Looks like we be fighting after all. I am going to tear your useless body into tiny pieces, for messing with me." Her expression was callous and uncaring as her invisible brow lifted in unimpressed bemusement. She merely stood with her visage high and her critical eye never leaving him. "Threats, arrogance, anger. Those things have no place in battle, nor do they impress me. Emotions merely aid in your demise. Surely a powerful warrior such as yourself would know these things, hm?" She viciously ridiculed him with her words, wanting to test his worth as a knight. Though, she truly was surprised at his lack of intelligence so far. Or was it that the quality of fighters in this region paled in comparison to the genius armies of her homeland? She wasn't sure, but she was not impressed by this brute.

The rain sent slender streams of dirt down her frame, tracing the outlines of her muscle mass. Her teeth still held onto his larynx firmly, trying to pull the malleable flesh from his jugular. She wanted this cretin to slowly bleed to death in the slick clay beneath them. Lactic acid built up in her shoulder as she continued to support her own weight in the slippery footing. He did, however, make an extremely stupid move. He reared up while his throat was still between her crushing jaws. If it wasn't for that god-awful muck, she would have held on tight and ripped that ever-so-vital vein right from beneath him: the jugular. The mare was thrown off balance by the sudden movement and slipped, nearly falling on her side. She caught herself by pulling her skeletal mass up with her fore-columns. Her hind leg slipped out from under her, though, and she felt a sharp, lacerating pain through her right hip. Yellowed fangs clamped together to hold in a shriek of agony. Instead, a low, unearthly grown of frustration escaped their vocal prison in her chest. As she was slightly disoriented from the pain, he had used his downward momentum to land heavy attacks on her shoulder. She felt the edges of his murky scythes slice into her tautly pulled, achromatic robes. The soft flesh on her shoulder tore open jaggedly and two hoof-shaped incisions were left on her anatomy. She used her uninjured hind leg as an axis to turn away from him and circled around to his other side. Infernal pain shot through her entire body as her front end ascended toward the plain of Elysium in the sky. As she was in her rearing stance, she tried to land heavy hits on his ribcage and spinal cord from above. Slicing motions were incorporated to hopefully give him deep lacerations. Just as he had, she used her downward momentum as she landed to strike out at him harder. Before she retreated, she quickly placed a haphazard bite close to his eye in an attempt to blind him. Finally, she backed quickly away from him a few steps to have a few seconds to gather her mind again.

"Is that the best you can do? Her twin towers absorbed the audio that was offered to her from the jowls of the brindle ignoramus. 'If your opponent is of choleric temper, seek to irritate him.' Blind rage was just that: blind rage. "I'd say you'd better fight a bit harder, little soldier, or else your little whore will come home with me. What will happen to her, I wonder? Will she be tortured, raped, beaten? Will the flesh be torn from her body, bit by tiny bit as she screams for you to help her? Will her pretty face be stained with tears because she knows you won't be coming for her? Hm...I wonder." She tried to provoke him, get that temper to bubble from the depths of his psyche.



words-- 831
muse-- really, really icky suddenly.
lyrics-- once were romans by ex deo
listening to-- nothing
attacks left-- two one
dodges left-- one
notes--
attack breakdown-- After he gashed her shoulder, she turned away and ran to his opposite side. She then reared and struck out at his spinal cord, ribs and tried to rip his flesh. As she retreated, she tried to bite his eye and blind him or cause mild to moderate damage to the eye.

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CASTELL NEDD

NO SECOND CHANCES.... I AM THAT KIND OF A STALLION

The battle must have gone for nearly and hour. Finally Wales felt her letting go and he was using the muddy conditions to his advantage, he saw that his counter attack worked and the mare had his hoof marks to remember him by. He felt some pain in his left knee as his arthritis were beginning to play up. Being eight years old he was no spring chicken anymore, and tiredness was getting to him. Closing his orbs for moment as he was listening to the vibrations of the next attack. Why he was going this he can see his mate playing friendly and carefree in his herd, he needed to keep her safe and this is why he must win this battle. Hazel orbs looked at the mare as she was making her next attack, just like before he stood strongly, showing no weakness or signs of moving from the attack. He was going take any form of an attack head on. Flicking his suds again, he pinned them against his, as while he went to shift his weight over, he felt his knee click and grunted in pain. Her frame rose, and against his own body, he felt his skin being ripped as her hooves indeed made contact. The wound wasn't bad, and was barely bleeding, unlike his neck out.

Looking to see the damage looked like was a wrong move, as he turned his dial and with no time to plan his own attack. He felt her ivories aiming right towards his left eye, he felt something hanging from his eye not knowing it was his actual eye or flesh. The pain was so unbearable, and he thrashed his dial a little to try and stop the pain. As he shook his dial, he felt the hanging was no longer there now. Sneak attack bitch.... You are going to pay for that! He snorted, and as he was preparing for his own attack on, knowing she was weak on her right side, especially her hip. Auds pricked couple of times as he caught her venom lyrics "I'd say you'd better fight a bit harder, little soldier, or else your little whore will come home with me. What will happen to her, I wonder? Will she be tortured, raped, beaten? Will the flesh be torn from her body, bit by tiny bit as she screams for you to help her? Will her pretty face be stained with tears because she knows you won't be coming for her? Hm...I wonder."

Keep wishing that bitch! I wouldn't stop fighting for her. If I lose today I would keep coming back, or maybe I would take something of yours, you see and eye for an eye. Just watch your back sweetie, cause you haven't seen the last of me or the versai he warned and hissed the venom towards her. He was serious too, if he loses he would be back and even resort to stealing one of hers back. Blood was preventing him seeing anything from the left, even though he didn't know he wouldn't see again on his left side. Wales began to make his move, and pretended to go on the left side, but at the last minuted he aimed a bite right on target, hoping to tear some flesh on her hip, while he was bitten, he kicked out with his back legs, hoping hit anything else for extra damage.

Retreading back to his spot and he was glad the battle was over right now. He hoped that his efforts were enough to keep his mate, and he lifted his leg up as his knee was sore. Like I said bitch you better watch your back, cause this is far from over he warned and stood there watching her, as the hatage pilled in, the threat was serious too. This mare better watched her back.

Name- Wales
Breed- Missouri Fox Trotter x Anglo Arabian
Age- 8yrs
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17hh
Alliance- Light
Health- 48% [arthiris in his left knee]

Words | 657
Tagged | Levvy
Muse | Great
Hits | ONE | TWO
Dodges | ONE {never use it}
Notes | He wouldn't be using his dodge so after you made your post, it can be judged.
Damadge | Bite wound on his neck bleeding slowly... Small laceration across his spine running down his ribs, and serve bite wound at his left eye [which cause his eyeball to pop out and detracted from the eye socket]... His left knee is swollen after turning sharply towards the right, which aggravated his arthritis.
Attacks | Reared up using his height advantage to try and get Viatrix to loosen her grip, and using his hooves to aim and cut her shoulder.... Galloped towards the left fooling attack and then turn right sharply which aggravated his arthritis, he amined to bit her right hip hoping to make her injury worst, while he is doing this he bucked twice just hoping to cause more damage.

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[ ooc; this can now be judged. if i'm going to lose points for not posting, though, please let me know. i don't really want to just make a post consisting wholly of Viatrix taking the hit. so i'll just post Trixy's damage here and it can be judged now. :3


damage-- Two hoof-shaped gashes on her shoulder with some bruising. The bleeding is not very bad, though. However, due to slipping in the mud, she tore a muscle in her hip and it will cause her pain later on down the line. Adrenaline is keeping her from dwelling on it, though.

She has a bite mark on her right hip and a moderately bruised mark on her flank from the kick. ]

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I will tally^^

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I am sooooo sorry for the wait! The judges got back to me failry quickly, and I thought I had posted the results, but I guess my internet crapped out and it didn't post. Kal just brought this thread to my attention. I really am sorry, I've been so busy with homework and finals I really hadn't been looking around the site much.

Misty with Wales/Castell Nedd

Quality of Quantity: 12
Comments:
•I like that you didn't dwell upon the past events of his life, however I felt you could have had him interact with the landscape more.
•This goes for both roleplayers, but it was nice to read posts that were solely concentrated on the battle, rather than including background story and such in each and every post.

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 12.5
Comments:
•I feel like he wouldn't know that she had hurt her right hip? He could have known she hurt herself with slipping but the fact that he knows the specific area was a bit like power playing to me.
• Reared up to avoid one of Levvy's attacks but didn't count it as a dodge

Realism of Attack: 15
Comments:
•I liked how your attacks seemed legit for a horse, and how you used your horses breeds and height in corresponding to it.
•Attacks were good, good mentioning of his arthritis and it affecting him

Attack Compared to Opponent: 13
Comments:
•I thought you had good corresponding attacks.
•The attacks seemed even

Completion of the Form: 12
Comments:
•Part of the form wasn't posted with every battle post made. Only in the first post. (the name/breed/age/gender/height/Aliance/Health)

Spelling and Grammar: 9
Comments:
•Some run on sentences and puncuation
•Your grammar is a bit off, making it a bit hard to read.
•Quite a few run-on sentences as well as grammatical errors.

Total Points: 73.5

Levvy with Viatrix Constantia Octavius

Quality of Quantity: 14
Comments:
•I loved her interactions with the landscape and how you showed that it affected her battle.

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 14
Comments:
•I was of the opinion that the attack at the jugular, and then the kick in the same post would have counted for two attacks rather than one, with all the damage/effect that it caused.

Realism of Attack: 14.5
Comments:
•I like that you use the horses abilities, as well as her breeding and height, however I don't see her throwing a bone to the left then turning to the right to bite his neck as being quite realistic via horse anatomy (not like horses in real life). It just doesn't seem like it would be realistic to me, I can't picture it.
•Loved the mentioning of the surroundings, and how her slipping affected her battle

Attack Compared to Opponent: 14
Comments:
•I thought you had awesome corresponding attacks.
Seemed fairly even

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
•It was on all of her posts.

Spelling and Grammar: 14.5
Comments:
•Nothing really stood out and caught my eye for big grammar punctuation and spelling.
Your spelling and grammar is awesome. Just a few run on sentences it seemed to me.

Total Points: 86

Congratulations to Levvy with Viatrix Constantia Octavius