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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 9:05:15 GMT -7
Name- Sempiternal Breed- Mustang x Welsh Cob x Andalusian Age- Three Gender- Stallion Height- 16hh Alliance- Light Health- 100%
Fury.
Pure, utter fury consumed the light vagrant. How dare he?! The muscular beast snarled inwardly as labrets parted to reveal dental plates ready to tear apart anyone who got in his way. WHO did he fucking think he was? Reth didn't deserve any of that. She was a good girl, she didn't deserve to have the rights to her land be challenged. Lean ebony pistons struck the earth in a distance devouring stride as his ribs expanded beneath his chocolate hide to draw in copious amounts of oxygen to feed his conditioned figure. Paper thins flared until the thin capillaries peaked with the flush crimson color of life within the thin membranes and his golden spheres burned brightly like twin bonfires threatening to set the forestry ablaze. Now I will challenge for the vagabond and he will rot within my cells or in her courts for his foolish ploy! With each thought, Sempiternal was beginning to fume from the inside out. Harks snapped back against his crown as the light stud charged forward to the battle grounds.
Yes, it may be strange that he wanted the filth stallion that had challenged a mare that he had recently held captive in Gray Pine Valley. Reth hadn't really been a prisoner though. He had tried to steal her and fought both her and her king just to speak with her. She answered his questions and he released her. He never harmed her more than necessary and she had proven to be level headed, grounded, and quite intelligent for a specimen of the dark alliance --- unlike the puerile bombshell that challenged her territory. A guttural snarl ripped open his lungs as the steaming hellion entered the battle grounds.
Sempiternal's scarred hide rippled with each languid stride that carried him closer to the ashen figure that stood upon the wasteland's horizon. Just seeing Mage sent him into further into his fit. His travels to the battle grounds had been done by way of a canter but after seeing the ivory beast ahead, his stride stretched out into a full blown gallop. He was determined to show zero mercy regardless of the consequences to his own body. If this killed him, so be it. Sempiternal reached his opponent quickly but he didn't bother to slow down one bit. Muscular nape coiled up like a cobra preparing to strike as enamels were revealed and gaped in a soon to be delivered threat. Powerful hind pillars dug deep into the earth as he lifted his sixteen point hand frame into the atmosphere. Lean, battle ready fore pistons struck out at Mage's point of shoulder and his other fore limb stretched up toward the ivory beast's crown in hopes of striking both his shoulder and his cranium with his fore flints in one fell swoop.
He didn't have anything to say to the king. He wasn't who he really wanted to contend with and he would spare Mage the pain of having his audio canals raped in a constant barrage of verbal assaults. As soon as his fore flints began to descend from his aerial strike, Sempiternal rounded upon the alabaster brute so his hind quarters were passing by Mage's barrel and pelvis. Sempiternal's scarred crown suddenly and swiftly ducked between his fore pistons and his hind quarters were catapulted toward the sky as both hind knives struck out at any part of Mage he could reach. At this point, his muscles burned and ivory frothy sweat clung to his under belly and between his limbs. His dark hide glistened with pure heat from the action but he was not horribly fatigued. He would be sore and he would need to heal from whatever injuries that Mage would waylay him with in retaliation, of course. The light vagrant pivoted upon ebony pillars and he halted several feet away from the other king to catch his breath and survey his injuries. Golden spheres flickered upward to see if he had managed to leave any marks behind on Mage that might leave a few pretty little scars. Fuck it, he just wanted to slit the throat of the greedy filth of a bitch he was after now. Mage was just an obstacle in his way at this point.
word count | 721 muse | fantastic music | it's over when it's over - FIR notes | none attacks | 1. struck out at Mage's shoulder and his head as he thrashed his fore legs to stay up in a rear. 2. he passed by Mage and kicked out with both back feet (mule kick) and hopefully hit the area around his hip or his rib cage. dodges | zero dodges.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 20:51:11 GMT -7
Name- Mage Breed- TB x Andy Age- 8 Gender- Stallion Height- 17.2 Alliance- Dark Health- M: 60 (insomnia, hallucinations, vampire/cannibal ) P: 100
"Mage Speaks ( 537c71 ) " || "Nakeera speaks ( 754f48 ) "
Mage had arrived as soon as Sempiternal's challenge had been issued, halting to take the time to accept the challenge before moving on. How silly; he had been owner of White Barrow for a while now and the first fight he gets into while being the herd owner is over his newest adoptee Ra'Zac. If he had been a man of laughter and good humor he would have been giggling about this by now. However he was neither of these things. Austere, cold, aloof and detached he worked hard to make sure he came off as disinterested in the world around him, so why should he change that now? He shook his mane and sighed, walking in a looped, large circle around the barren land. He had chosen a rock-less, hard packed location for this battle after having arrived first. It seemed appropriate for the quick fight that would take place. There was no need to waste time or energy on something so drab as selecting a location for the fight but there would also be no need to use the land as a tool so he had extended the time and energy in selecting an appropriate spot.
Finally, bored of circling he walked to the center of his chosen battle field and halted, standing easily relaxed. A single back hoof tilted on its tip and his weight shifted over to the other side as he posed. It was a distinct impression that he just didn't care about what was to come, what was bearing down upon him. Even at the thundering of hooves he did not change his empty expression or tilt his ears; but then, in Mage's own world the thundering of hooves was mixing with the roaring of a vicious, snarling, emerald inferno. He was well aware of the fact that his hallucination was simply a hallucination but this did not change the fact that it was there and that it had decided to defy him and almost completely obscure the real world in his vision.
He waited, quietly observing both overlapping realities and piecing together what was, and what was not, to surmise just what it was that he needed to be viewing. Carefully he re-situated the barren, rock-less, hard-packed earth of the chosen arena into his mind to see it once more. Bit by bit the real world returned, heralded by the memory-whisper of Nakeera as he left his home to meet this Sempiternal in the battle grounds. He'd gathered little to no information about the stallion aside from the fact that he was a light with some sort of grudge against Ra'Zac - which was rather surprising considering Mage had followed many of the dark stallions games before inviting him home and found no reason for the light to challenge over the Morgan.
What in the world was it that Ra'Zac had done? Mage was curious, mildly so, but he wasn't curious enough to find out about this stallions ulterior motives; because he believed there had to be something under the surface. As it was Mage was just too damned amused by the situation to give two-shits how this Light stallion felt. Boo-hoo, some waves were being made among the darks. Boo-hoo, someone was making a name for himself and building a collection for future herd-plans. Did it really matter to the lights that much? He lifted his head as the last of Nakeera's words of caution hissed through his mind, his ice-blue eyes training on the source of thundering hooves.
Sempiternal, it seemed, had no intention of wasting time. Mage braced his large frame, watching with visible anticipation as the stallion barreled down upon him. The rage raw on Sempiternal's face drew a curious twitch of an ear from Mage just as he lifted into a rear, curling his larger, lean body above the stallion that attacked, diving into the strike as head on as the strike had been delivered. He tore his mouth open in a gape of ferocity, a silent roar rolling on steaming breath as he snaked his head out at the smaller stallion, ignoring the agonizing sink of hooves in his flesh as both hooves struck one in his shoulder and the other in the side of his neck slicing up to the crest. He clamped his jaws down, hoping to have grasped something and jerked back away from Sempiternal to his full rearing height, flashing his hooves for both balance and protection of his belly as he dropped, twisting to the right and away from the stallion to offer his hind quarters to the Light.
It appeared he was not the only one with the idea to kick out with ferocity as both hind hooves of Sempiternal struck hard, sinking deep crescents into his hip and flank. With a squeal of fury Mage spun completely around to take his wounded side away from the offending hooves and crowded in tight towards the Light stallion, baring his teeth and lifting into the air in a second rear, aiming to use both his weight and height against the stallion and throw him to the ground. Kicking his hooves out, now in an attempt to truly strike his opponent up near the head, and twisting to hover over him his tight flesh rippled over his taut muscles. The eerie wordless battle did nothing but stoke the fire under his tail and fuel his energy, his need to do serious harm to this audacious challenger.
The pale-eyed pale-bodied king had no grudge to bear against this challenger but he could not shake the need to feast upon his flesh and drink of his blood. It had been far, far too long since he had done both of those things and the need for flesh and blood burned painfully deep within his being. With ears turned tight to his skull and lost beneath his thick mane he fought to keep his vision on the challenger, the attempted thief, rather than letting the emerald inferno and its frozen agony. The hallucinated void screamed in his mind, infuriated at his denial. It beat upon his thoughts driving everything but the most feral of thoughts from his mind until he could think of nothing else but the needs that burned at him and the pain in his neck, shoulder, flank and hip. This stallion would regret his decision to attack Mage and his property. He would regret it dearly.
This, this violence. This aggression. This is what Mage lived for. This is what the ghost-king kept from his pale queen and their herd. This was only a suggestion at the cruel, heartless, starving violence and aggression that would find its way to Romeo's door step one way or another and this Sempiternal had just successfully put himself on Mage's shit list.
imageooc: no attacks & no dodges left ( out of 2 attacks & no dodges )
mage injuries :: neck, about mid way up a large gash from the half-point of his neck to the crest. Shoulder ( right side ) from chest-point to mid-shoulder. Flank - deep hoof gouge. Hip - deep hoof gouge.
mage attacks :: rear to meet sempiternal, biting at the stallions neck & guarding his own belly twisting around to throw his size into Sempiternal with his hooves lashing at the stallions neck and his teeth attempting to bite him; this is an attempt to throw sempiternal to the ground and pin him there.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2013 21:48:01 GMT -7
Name- Sempiternal Breed- Mustang x Welsh Cob x Andalusian Age- Three Gender- Stallion Height- 16hh Alliance- Light Health- 78%
ooc evaluation of Sempiternal's injures: - deep bite wound to his neck from mage's first attack
- deep hoof gouge at the base of his neck near his shoulder from mage's hoof striking at his neck and four more deep bite wounds in overlapping succession just behind his ears down to the middle of his neck however, he wasn't thrown to the ground as he met Mage's rear and braced against his weight.
-- this totals five deep bite wounds and a hoof shaped gash to the base of his neck, almost at his shoulder blade, revealing some of the bone.
If Fishtail doesn't have any further things to post, then this can be judged.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 11:14:03 GMT -7
nope; fishies's good with this being judged :)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2013 5:44:53 GMT -7
I will Tally:
Judges Collected: Done! Judge 1: Waiting Judge 2: Done! Judge 3: Done! Results: no
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2013 16:50:37 GMT -7
VIN WITH SEMPITERNALQuality over Quantity: 13.5 Comments: - I would give it a five because even though it's not lengthy, it's very well written. - I found your post a good length with a pleasant amount of detail. It was not overwhelming to read. - Good post length. Had wanted to read more about the battle than past equine he had stolen. The part about the attacks was very short. No God Modeling or Powerplaying: 14 Comments:- I'd say there was a little bit, but not much. - I did not see any. - Nothing really got my attention. Gave Fishie the chance to say where Sempiternal hit mage Realism of Attack: 14 Comments:- It was realistic. - I found the attack(s) to be very realistic. - Good attacks, biting and kicking so all you can see in a real life fight between horses.
Attack Compared to Opponent: 11 Comments:- It seemed to me that Fishie did perhaps a better job. - Although this is hard to determine with just one post to go off of, I found your attack(s) to be fairly strong. - Attacks were short and felt like rushed off at the end of the post. Noticeable attacks though and very enjoyable. Completion of the Form: 14.5 Comments:- Everything seemed to be in order. - Wasn’t sure about what you were fighting for or what you and fishie had agreed on. Spelling and Grammar: 14.5 Comments:- Looks good to me. - I only noticed one slight grammatical error in your post. - Just very minor things, nothing that draw my attention or worth taking points off. TOTAL: 81.5 Points FISHIE WITH MAGEQuality over Quantity: 14 Comments:- Not only was it long, the quality of it was pretty good. - I enjoyed the length and quality of your post. - Perfect post length. Post got my attention the entire time. No God Modeling or Powerplaying: 14 Comments:- Eh, there was a little. - I did not notice any. - Didn’t get any feeling of power playing or god modeling. Realism of Attack: 14 Comments:- I think it was realistic - I found your attacks to be very realistic. - Biting, kicking and rearing all very believable in a horse fight. Attack Compared to Opponent: 14.5 Comments:- It's difficult to really do this part of the form with just one post to go off of... but I enjoyed your attacks. I also liked how you went into detail about what Mage was doing to protect himself while attacking. - More effort put in the actual fighting part. Good attacks and good plan in using Mage height and weight difference in trying to knock Sempiternal down. Completion of Form: 14.5 Comments:- Everything seemed to be in order. - Didn’t state out what the agreements were for this battle Spelling and Grammar: 13.5 Comments:- Looks good. - I noted a few grammatical errors in your post. These could have probably have been fixed with a going-over before posting. You'd be surprised what you can pick up by reading something after you've written it. And, of course, you could always cut and paste it into a word document. - Nothing that stood out and nothing that should have points taken away. TOTAL: 84.5 points
CONGRATS TO FISHIE WITH MAGE
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