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1 week to reply, 3 hits & 1 dodge, with no word limit | winner will get ra'zac


Name- russia
Breed- swiss warmblood
Age- 2
Gender- mare
Height- 16.3
Alliance- dark
Health- 100 % suffers from auditory hallucinations & muscle cramps due to being a vampire/cannibal



Russia was starting to feel unsettled in how she went about her days. She was nursing a young filly who would one day, hopefully have a very high rank in this world. She was doing her best to prepare a road for her children to walk upon. One that wouldn't be off the beaten path, one that could give them everything that they would ever need. It would be a long and hard road, but she would not fail unless there was no other option. Russia was anything but a weak queen: if anything she might have been a little bit over demanding. She obviously knew what she had, and she was not about to let anybody tell her she deserved to have anything less. She was only going up and wasn't about to go down without a damn good fight. There might not be a lot of choices in life, but she knew this was one that she had to make. She had to make them understand: The herd that she ruled was not to be trifled with and she would fight to protect them. Her members might be good at causing chaos, but when ever things would get to far out of hand, she would be there to put a stop to it. Sometimes enough was enough and the perlino mare was about to blow with everything that was going on.

Everything had gone to chaos since they had moved and it was obvious she would never be the same again. Something had happened and she wasn't sure what it was, but she was now the same as her king. Had he changed her? She wasn't sure but she knew she would need his help with these new thirst and hungers, but they where what drew her to the battle field. She was itching to taste the blood of this stallion, get his taste in her mouth. Maybe even leave him something that he could remember her by for life. Maybe she could break his pride? Or at least hurt that massive ego that her seemed to have, after all he thought he could try and steal from her and not get caught. Her king was away and it was obviously more important than what was going on and she was confident that she could handle this. She had called the demon out on his bluff and now she would wait for him in the battle field.

It was the second time the mare had been here and it didn't seem any different this time, then it did before. She didn't know if it would make a difference, but she would not let the worthless demon know any different. She hoped that he wouldn't dare call her out on anything, she was not in the mood to get pissed off any more. Her muscles where aching constantly and it made it hard for her to act normal anymore. Settling upon the land, she looked upon at the red orange sky and sighed. It would be dark within a few hours and she hoped he would get here before her body would start to weaken her mind. She could easily lost control and fall into her auditory hallucinations that would soon come. She only seemed to have her sanity during the hours of the day when she could barely stand being out in the light. "Come on you tupoy ublyudok, I haven't got all proklyatyy den' to wait on your zhirnuyu zadnitsu." she spoke with a loud sound. The mare was starting to get antsy, for she could feel her body was about to give her no control today.


tupoy ublyudok= stupid bastard
proklyatyy den'= damn day long
zhirnuyu zadnitsu = fat ass


post breakdown: nothing special, she's just waiting
words: six hundrend & eighteen
notes: I'll fix all the errors tomorrow!
muse: good

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Toxic.!

Three hits one Dodge, 1 week to reply and winner gets Ra'zac
Name- Toxic
Breed- Quarab
Age- 4 yrs
Gender- Stallion
Height- 16.3
Alliance- Unallianced
Health- 100%


Toxic moved forward with grace and an ego that was there for a reason. He had reason to be cocky, he had never lost a battle before. So, why would he lose now? Toxic had no fears of losing, the perlino bitch had no idea what she was getting herself into. After all, Toxic was no newbie when it came to battle. On the other hand, he had never fought a lady. He did not believe that would cause any difference though, he would treat her the same like any opponent. He could imagine she was angry, and Toxic would use that to his advantage. Anger was what drove others to fight back and challenge, Toxic on the other hand didn't use anger. He used skill and that was why he never lost a battle before. So many resorted to anger, because they had no idea how to control it. Toxic didn't feel anger, he had mastered that emotion. He had turned himself into a deadly ruthless killing machine that didn't feel remorse. But anger? Definitely not. He wasn't bloodthirsty either, he wasn't hungry for things like that. What he liked, was death. In this case, he assumed, was that he would not be able to kill her. But, he would like to see pain in her eyes. It would give him pleasure, and in his opinion, that was all that mattered. He was a sick twisted monster that liked seeing others in pain, but death was what brought him the most pleasure. This challenge would help him get in shape for the Helkaer and Dark Royal War, it had been awhile since he last been in war. It would be a piece of cake to win this challenge, just like icing on top of a cake. He had all the confidence in the world that he would win this battle. After all, it was just another battle. A battle where he had absolutely no fears of losing. If he had to, he would tear the bitch apart. He would not go easy on her, he would give it all he had. He sure as hell wasn't going to have a loss on his record, which meant he would not give in to his ego. He could get sloppy and that would result in a loss.

This battlefield was completely new to Toxic, and that could give his opponent an advantage. On the other hand, he was betting that the mare didn't have battle experience like he did. Toxic was still thinking on how he would win this fight, it was good to always have a plan. He obviously wasn't going to go for the obvious hits, so he had to think it through. He used the technique that was called strategy, he needed to see his opponent first to decide his battle plan. The smell of blood had already hit his nostrils, he definitely was in the right place. All he had to do now was locate the bitch and get this over with. At the end of the day, he would be the one bringing Ra'zac home.

The sound of a mare's voice hit his ears, and he could only assume that it was Russia. It seemed she was named Russia for a reason, she was talking in Russian. Of course, Toxic had no idea what she was saying. Did he care? Absolutely not. She sounded angry, and he would use that to his advantage. There would be bloodshed, and he would not leave this battle unscathed. But, that was what came with fighting. He let a smirk appear on his face when she came into view. He didn't give a rat's ass what she thought about him, he was here to fight. He didn't understand why she would want to keep Ra'zac anyways, but she did and he was willing to challenge her for him. And, there was the fact that he liked causing trouble. "Not too happy are we?" He let a laugh escape his lips, hinting of the sick twisted monster he was. He stopped at the point where he was ten feet away from her. "This is going to be fun, don't you think?" He scanned the mare carefully, trying to decide what the best first move would be. Within a second he had his mind made up, and with great force set himself forward. The stallion moved at a quick pace, his neck stretched out and teeth bared. He aimed to take a good chunk of muscle on her shoulder. All he could hope for, was that he would be successful. In this case, only time would tell.

Post Breakdown : Toxic charged at her with his teeth bared, and aimed to try and take a good chunk of her shoulder.
Words: 790
Muse: Good
Notes: He's a twisted psychopath xD

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1 week to reply, 3 hits & 1 dodge, with no word limit | winner will get ra'zac


Name- russia
Breed- swiss warmblood
Age- 2
Gender- mare
Height- 16.3
Alliance- dark
Health- 95 % suffers from auditory hallucinations & muscle cramps due to being a vampire/cannibal, has a bite on her shoulder/chest area


Russia was not really pissed off, she was more upset that somebody would dare challenge her herd. She took great pride in the members that they had and would do anything for them. But if they had to be loyal to her and her king, after all Mage did rule the roost. They had equal rank to each other and she would use everything she had to have a higher one than him. She had a very dominate personality and it was did show when she was upset, but she didn't let it get over the top. She was a very sassy mare, but she had a very good heart for the most part. Flicking her tail as she waited silently, she was hoping this stallion would show up sometime soon. She snorted for only a moment, before she took a deep breath. Her thoughts drifted to that of her home and daughter, her lovely little baby who knew nothing about how cruel this world could really be. The filly would soon learn what would happen as she got older, but for now her mother would protect her. Russia knew she had to come out on top this time, she had to show her daughter even a mare can beat the stallions.

Beating a stallion was no problem, she had done it once before. Winning by default wasn't what she wanted, but it had happened. The brute didn't even bother to bring what he had promised, but she would come after him soon enough. Looking forward as she took a deep breath again, her mint green eyes scanned the landscape for the black beast. When he appeared and spoke to her, she just simply looked at him and snorted. She almost knew this was going to be half pointless, well this conversation would be. But should she humor him? Letting out a deep breath, the perlino mare flicked her tail softly. " Happy is far from this emotion that is running threw my mind. You could say I am insulted by your lack of respect for my herd. But never the less, come on brute. It's time to get this over with, I have a young one I must get home to." she spoke before she nodded her head. This would probably be the end if their conversation, unless she felt like saying insults in Russian once again.

The brute soon charged at her, with his teeth bared. She took a deep breath and her mint green eyes soon went wide with the rage that she had been trying to control. Her warm blood form soon met him in a charge and she slammed her body into him, her teeth aiming for anything they could each upon his backside. She growled at him as she quickly dashed away from the brute, before snarling her teeth towards him. She was only playing a self defense game for the moment, but she knew she was about to change this up. She looked down at the blood that was staining her white legs, before she took a deep breath. She was trying not to feel the pain.


post breakdown: She charged when he charged, slamming her body into his own. Aiming to bite on his backside, retaining damage to her neck/chest area.
words: 527
notes: none
muse: okay

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Toxic.!

Three hits & One Dode, One week to reply, winner gets Ra'zac
Name- Toxic
Breed- Quarab
Age- 4 yrs old
Gender- Male
Height- 16.3
Alliance- Unallianced
Health- 90 % Sustained a bite to his back side.

The perlino bitch had charged to meet him, and the result wasn't too pleasant. Their bodies had collided together, he would definitely be bruised in that area. Was that one of her attacks? If it was, she would have to do better than that. He felt his teeth make impact on flesh, the taste of blood filled his mouth. He shook his head in disgust wondering how anyone could like that stuff. Her teeth came crashing down on his back side, and he took the blow. It was painful, but it came with battle. There had been no hopes of escaping her teeth. Of course, she had no idea that he made no effort to try and escape her teeth. He was a war veteran, he knew fully well what was avoidable and unavoidable. The bitch had no idea what he was capable of, what he seen in his lifetime. He could easily enough end her life, he had taken many lives in his lifetime. In this case, it just wouldn't be fair to kill her. He wanted her to be alive when he took Ra'zac away from her. Yeah, he was pretty confident about his abilities. He didn't doubt that he would win this battle, he knew he would win. The pain was sharp, but it was bearable. It wouldn't stop him from going forward with his plans. The mare was capable of causing damage, he would give her that. She seemed younger than him and perhaps a bit more inexperienced than he was. Toxic had walked on this earth for four years now, he was bound to tell who was older and who was younger. The blood had startle to trickle down his back side, forming droplets and falling on to the ground. He didn't flinch though, it was a sign of weakness and Toxic was anything but weak. He might be a insane psychopath, but he definitely was not weak. This challenge was one of the many challenges he would endure, one of the things he signed up for as a Helkaer. But, Toxic did not mind fighting. It was a part of life, and at times he even enjoyed it.

In a matter of seconds he was prepared to make his next attack, and it wouldn't be pretty if he succeeded. He stepped closer to her side, giving her no signs of attacking or hoped he didn't. One could never tell how aware the other was of the situation. . He then aimed carefully, kicking out at her sensitive stomach. He didn't know if he made contact, all he could do was hope that he did. If he had made contact, he imagined the damage would be bad. He was going to use his last attack though, he didn't want to be in the battlefield all day. So with great determination he whirled around at a fast pace, and aimed with his back hooves to hit her, anywhere would be fine. He then came to a stop knowing that he had used all of his attacks, all he could was that he made contact. The mare would not leave without him causing some damage, but the same would go for him. He was unaware if she had made another potential move, he had been filled with too much adrenaline during his attacks to notice anything. But, he dared her to try and attack him.

Post Breakdown: He sustained a injury to his backside, possibly a bruise from them hitting each other. Toxic struck out at her stomach with his front hooves. His next attack was to strike at her with his hind legs, hoping to make contact but not really aiming at any specific body part xD.
Muse: eh
Words; 577
Notes: Not too happy with this one.

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1 week to reply, 3 hits & 1 dodge, with no word limit | winner will get ra'zac


Name- russia
Breed- swiss warmblood
Age- 2
Gender- mare
Height- 16.3
Alliance- dark
Health- 76 % (suffers from auditory hallucinations & muscle cramps due to being a vampire/cannibal), has a bite on her shoulder/chest area, has severe muscle cramps, a couple of broken false ribs and hoof prints & a slightly lamed front leg from dodging his last attack


Obviously not everybody was meant to fight or bred too either. This brute seemed to know what he was doing, even though she wasn't too sure about what she was doing. She knew what had to be done, but didn't quite know how to pull it off. She hadn't fought often and she knew that the only thing that was needed was for her to win this battle. The brute before her was trying to take away a very troublesome herd member, but she wasn't about to let him get away with him. Well not without a fight anyways. She turned her head to look at him, knowing that meeting him in a dead charge would both cause some muscle bruising as it was. She held her ground as she ran towards him, hooves kicking up everything was on the ground below them. She didn't dare move her mint green eyes from his frame, trying to capture everything he was doing.

When they met in the middle, she made sure to bite hard enough to let him know that she wasn't playing right now. Her shoulder was bleeding and it was enough to make the mare hungry for blood. She snorted and growled, before pawing at the earth for a moment. Letting out a deep breath, she was starting to feel her muscles cramping up on her. This was not the time for them to be acting like this, but she would have to fight her way threw it. Her muscles where cramping and her body was unable to move. She looked upward as she saw a motion move past her, but not in time to stop his hooves from kicking her stomach. She could barely feel what was going on as her body started to ache. She let out a deep gasp of air when he hit her and when she tried to fill her lungs again, her body was rocked by pain. She held her breath, trying to gain herself back to normal before she could even think. It wasn't too much longer before he came at her again, trying to attack her with his hind hooves. She was able to move this time, not before she stumbled to the ground for only a second. Picking herself up as quickly as she had fallen, she looked at him and snarled.

She could only hope that he was ready to play, because honestly he was out of moves now. Charging forward, her body was screaming for her to stop. She ran with her head held high, for the pain was making it impossible for her to do much else. She came close to the stallion and reared upward, hoping to slam her hooves into any part of his body before taking her teeth to rip into any flesh or hair they may come into contact with.



post breakdown: She took a hit her her stomach and broke a rib or two, leaving massive hoof prints on her side. She also dodged his second attack, only to stumble to the ground for a second. She then charged him and reared up aiming to come down on any part of his body and then also bite any part of his body that she could.
words: 484
notes: done
muse: very good

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Name- Toxic
Breed- Quarab
Age- 4
Gender- male
Height- 16.3
Alliance - Unallianced
Health- 80 % He sustained a bite to his backside, A broken rib and a few of them cracked from her hitting his rib cage, And a bite to his neck area which is pretty deep and at risk of infection.

He didn't use any of his dodges. I believe this can be judged now? If not let me know, and I'll make a post ^^.

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This can be JUDGED NOW!

[+ ebonite +]

I will tally.

Waiting on judge collection: Done
Judge 1 Collection: Collected
Judge 2 Collection: Collected
Judge 3 Collection: Collected
Tally-ing Scores: Yes - will be up momentarily

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Kal with Russia

Quality over Quantity: 12.5
Comments:

• Interesting to read, and not repetitive
  
• The quality within the quantity of your posts was okay
  
• Lots of choppy sentences
  

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:

• None
  
• None that I seen
  
• I didn't see any power playing or god modeling
  

Realism of Attack: 15
Comments:

• All attacks used were perfectly capable by her
  
• All attacks believable
  
• Realistic attacks that horses could fight each other with in real life
  

Attack Compared to Opponent: 14
Comments:

• Realistic and fair to the other opponent
  
• Even though she used attacks that were good for the match up, I still feel like she could have used stronger attacks or attacks that could have caused more damage
  
• Rushed and not well explained in third post
  

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:

• Complete each time
  
• On each post <3
  
• Form was consistently completed
  

Spelling and Grammar: 10.5
Comments:

• Misplaced commas, typing "was did" in second post, sentence fragments, warmblood is one word not two, "snarling her teeth at him" makes no sense in the second post, "fight or bred too either" makes no sense in third post
  
• I only saw one misspelled word for the context it was used in and two sentences that needed some restructuring
  
• Some basic grammar issues with words not supposed to be in a certain spot, spelling was good
  

Total points: 82

Ashy with Toxic

Quality over Quantity: 12.5
Comments:

• Repeated about him being a fight veteran in a couple posts, but other than that, it was good <3
  
• If not for the grammar mistakes, this would be a five
  
• I feel like some parts of your posts were too repetitive of things already mentioned. Cover a topic/point and move on and refer back at most 3 times throughout your post. It will help tie it together and it won't get your readers stuck on something that doesn't truly clarify the overall 'picture' you're trying to make in the thread
  

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 14
Comments:

• I didn't see any power playing or god modeling
  
• Saying Russia "had no idea" in second post
  
• None that I seen
  

Realism of Attack: 14
Comments:

• The second and third attacks seemed too rushed, like he wouldn't have really been able to do it that quickly. Should have been explained more
  
• All attacks used were capable to be used by him
  
• Realistic Attacks
  

Attack Compared to Opponent: 14.5
Comments:

• Realistic and fair to the other opponent
  
• For the match up, the attacks used here were decent
  
• Seemed rushed in second post
  

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:

• Complete each time
  
• Form was completed every time
  
• Was on every post
  

Spelling and Grammar: 13
Comments:

• No spelling or grammar issues that I seen
  
• There weren't any spelling errors that I could see but there were some places where you could work on the structure of your sentences to make them flow better. It felt like a choppy read
  
• Use of a comma where a semicolon should be, misplaced commas, using a instead of an
  

Total points: 83

Congratulations to Ashy with Toxic !