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x. Fine onyx tendrils whispered over the taut flesh of his crest as the icy near-winter wind send another chilling caress down his frame. Frozen fingers traced his spine and danced down every rib, his lungs burning ever so slightly as his nares steadily pulled in a gust of oxygen. The battlefield was a dead place; even when it was singing with roars and screams it had always struck him as a kind of purgatory between dead and alive. The ground, hard with winter's touch but still bare-breasted, had an unnatural vibe about it. There was something to be said about a patch of land that had tasted so much blood. Did it crave such sustenance now? Was it thirsty? This soil had drunk the ebonite stallion before, more than once. He'd fed it with his lifeblood on numerous occasions over the years he had lived and ruled in Wild Equines. His would not be a foreign flavour to these godforsaken, war-scarred lands. His muscles were rapidly cooling and his heart fluctuated in his chest at a constant rhythm... an unseen drum to pound out the seconds he was kept waiting. He'd gone through his usual pre-fight routine of limbering every aspect of his well toned figure, it was all mindless motion at this stage in his life. What was once rigorous and capable of crippling him in a lesser state was now an old song and dance designed to maintain the degree of fitness he'd worked so hard to achieve. His bod was a tool to be used for situations such as these; every toned muscle and every flexible tendon meant to do his bidding when he faced an opponent. It was a regular enough occurrence, this demon dance. The same steps only with a different partner. Every bastard he had ever faced in these lands had brought nothing to the table he hadn't already seen, there were no unexpected twirls thrown in the mix. Injuries were an unavoidable occupational hazard, but they were never delivered in a manner he found impressive and surprising. Though Baron had never fixated his hazel pool on the hellion known as Raidon, he couldn't help but want to underestimate the asshole. Origonally, where the bastard hailed from and whose cunt had spat him out had been an entire mystery. It hadn't taken Baron an obscene amount of time to find himself that information, however. Raidon was one of Romeo's spawn, and Romeo's was a lineage that spread to plots that Baron's own bloodline had yet to reach. The Helkaer commander was a personal friend, Baron had been generally surprised when he'd ended up liking Romeo upon their first meeting and introduction. He hadn't expected such an occurrence, Baron didn't like many let alone an arrogant prick like Romeo had been rumoured to be. But Romeo's connections wouldn't help little Raidon, and Romeo wouldn't be fighting his fights for him. Baron knew his bay ally well enough to figure that he'd let his son deal with his own consequences. If Baron's speculations were correct about Raidon, this was some ploy for the attention from the dark alliance and its followers. This was a statement made for all ears, not just Baron's elegant black harks. This was an action that said 'My dick is just as big as my daddy's.' Baron, personally, wasn't anything other than mildly amused.

He could've picked a better target, for starters. Calla was small potatoes compared to the other females that belonged to the shadows. Calla was a nomad turned mother, she wasn't a queen. If her ignorant shit of a father was still around, the situation might only be slightly different. Predator had once held an esteemed title among the dark herds, but Predator hadn't shown his face in months. Predator also was no fan of Baron's, and Baron was no fan of Predator's. Baron hadn't even realized that Calla was her father's daughter until recently, after he'd fucked her and impregnated her with Odette. Calla herself seemed to be as flighty as her late father, and Baron hadn't expected her to last as long as she had with her motherly responsibilities. Yet the black mare seemed to love their daughter, and did her daughter ever love her back. It was because of Odette that Baron was even willing to partake in Raidon's farce, his daughter's tears and sleepless nights had overpowered his own lack of motivation to get a mare that would probably fuck off as soon as she was able. Calla wouldn't stay in Terrivel Beleza, not after Odette was grown. He knew that, had always known that, and she'd never had to tell him so. Their one night stand had lead to the life of a child, the pair of them hadn't exchanged names until Calla brought Odette into Terrivel Beleza. It had also been all Baron's fault the little girl existed, according to the mare. Calla hadn't seemed keen on taking any responsibility for their consensual bout of random sex. So no, Baron's first thoughts had not been to rescue the bitch when she'd been snapped up due to his negligence. But it was his job. He was the king, the father of her child, and she had done nothing else to warrant him abandoning her like trash since settling into the herd. She was a capable mother, and her daughter loved her and desperately wanted her back. Odette was currently in Terrivel Beleza under Skindred's careful watch. She had two brothers to play with, though whatever joy she seemed to experience was short lived without her mother there for her to excitedly share the day's events with. Hopefully tonight would be different, hopefully Odette would have her mother back and he could relax with the knowledge that he'd done right by his child. Baron snorted, sending a gust of carbon smoke out into the atmosphere. He'd picked a spot that was flat and clear of rocks or other hazardous clutter, and now he was waiting for the idiot to make an appearance. Baron had other things he'd rather be doing, his mind was still very much plagued with the vivid recollection of his mate's supple frame writhing beneath his own. Needless to say, the required testosterone was already coursing through his system.          

Muse: Okay

Words: 1096

Music: Shake it Out (Acoustic) - Florence and The Machine, The Beginning is the End is the Beginning - Smashing Pumpkins.  

Notes: Due to my exams hastily approaching, I'd like to do 2 hits 1 dodge if that's okay with @horsehuggr . I may need time adjustments as well. The winner of this battle will get Twiz's mare, Calla. 

Name- Baron
Breed-  Thoroughbred
Age- 9
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17.1
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100% Physical, 100% mental.

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Name: Raidon
Breed: Anglo Arabian x Quarter Horse x Appaloosa x Dutch Warmblood x Thoroughbred
Age: 2 years
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.2 hands
Alliance: Dark
Mental Health: 100%
Physical Health: 100%
Rules: 2 hits 1 dodge, no minimum or maximum word count and no time limit between posts. Winner keeps Calla :]

»The sun was an annoying bright blip in the sky, shining down on all the inhabitants below. Though it was up and about it's rays didn't affect the temperature of the terrain. A cool breeze rippled throughout Carnevale Letale and the large wrought iron gates swung open with force, it's hinges groaning in protest. Multi hued orbs flashed open, his crimson spheres rolling in their sockets as he stifled a yawn. He stretched his ivory dipped pistons out before him, rolling his shoulders and stretching before he hoisted himself upward and off the ground. Today was going to be a very eventful day, that much he knew. His fun had come screeching to a halt upon the end of his two week mark, and he knew his opponent would be waiting for him at the battle grounds. He shook his hide once, then twice as he glanced in the general direction of the slave cells. Calla had been tucked away nice and neat, specifically for this very day. The young leviathan hadn't stolen the wench out of spite, merely out of curiosity and boredom. But it hadn't been just that, he had seen something in the ebony vixen that had caught his eye, and he didn't want to let her go. At least not without a fight first. It was with that thought that he strolled forwards, his muscles loosening up with each extended stride. Joints popped deliciously as he removed any remnants of sleep from within them. A smirk was briefly plastered on his well chiseled skull; he was simply having the time of his life. Long ebony locks flicked against his flanks as he moved into a quicker pace, of course he wasn't going to be late on his big day! Crimson stained emeralds glanced around him, as if to take one last look of his home before leaving. It was then that he moved forward at an even paced trot, his muscles pulling and releasing like a well-oiled machine. Raidon was young, at only two years of age he was making certain moves that could be considered questionable amongst his peers. But did the stud give a shit? Hell no! Raidon wasn't doing this to please others, in fact this was merely for his own enjoyment. He had nothing personal against the ebony brujo that technically "owned" Calla, it just happened to be an unfortunate circumstance. Baron had something that Raidon wanted, and Raidon would hardly stop to get what he wanted. His nasal passages flared as he inhaled the cool air, filling his lungs with each large breath. He exhaled puffs of carbon dioxide around him, testosterone already coursing through his veins. Raidon didn't feel fear, or intimidation. Nothing spurred him more than the sheer willpower of owning Calla. He wanted nothing more than to have her for his own, especially from a stallion who neglected her. Calla could be treated like royalty if she wasn't such a stubborn bitch sometimes. She was like a spur in his side, driving him nearly to the breaking point at certain moments in time. But he still yearned to have her. The last two weeks were just a taste of what it would be like dealing with her on a regular basis, and the young brute felt he could handle her quite well. Auditories flickered atop his poll as his crimson spheres rolled in their sockets to scan his surroundings. The sun beat down on the terrain, leaving the topography dry and cracked beneath his hooves. He pulled to a halt, his nasal passages inhaling the stagnant odor of blood. It was everywhere, caked into the crevices of the terrain and lingering in the atmosphere around him. It only fueled him further. He had never been more prepared for this very moment; never been more physically and mentally prepared. Raidon knew of course that he had nothing to lose if he lost Calla, he could simply move on to the next or challenge for her again. Baron on the other hand had a lot more on the line in regards towards the mother of one of his many daughters and that further encouraged Raidon. He stretched his pistons out before him as he strode through the battle grounds, his body tense and alert. The scent of his opponent was strong on the cool breeze and a smirk placed itself on his maw. He had expected that Baron would be early and of course he had held true to his expectations. Raidon specifically had never seen the hell hound, so when his crimson orbs finally spotted the ebony brute his lips curled back away from his ivories. He had never been one to pass the time with pleasantries, but he felt the need to acknowledge the bastard. Baron. His gruff vocals growled as he arched an invisible brow at his nemesis. It only took him about twenty seconds to make a first impression of the stallion. He was a few inches taller than himself, but nothing that couldn't easily be dealt with. His facade was an emotionless mask as he spoke once more, Lets get this over with, shall we? A mischievous glint crossed his crimson occuli before he propelled himself forward off his strong hind pistons. His hooves pounded against the terrain as he barreled toward the ebony stallion at a break neck speed. Raidon had every intention of slamming his body into the brutes own carcass, but at the last second he changed his tactic. When he got close enough to the man he put on the brakes, his hind hooves digging into the topography for traction. He easily slid past the brute, but while he was doing so his nape stretched out, ivories bared and harks pinned to his poll as he snapped aggressively at his opponent's knee and then fetlock. His greedy ivories had hoped to latch onto one of Baron's tendons in his front left piston, but as he wrenched his cranium away he hadn't been sure if he had hit his mark. He continued trotting past the brute after his attack, but turned quickly around to face him. His heart was thumping aggressively in his chest with the excitement of the fight. He had waited for this day for two weeks, and he wouldn't just give Calla back to him without giving him a run for his money first.




notes» May the best man win!
tagged» @secret with Baron
muse» Pretty decent so far!
word count» 1206.
Attacks used» 1, 2
Definition of Attack(s)» Raidon charged Baron's left side and while sliding past him he snapped at his left knee and fetlock in hopes of tearing his skin or tendons.
Dodges Used» 1
Mental Health» 100%
Physical Health» 100%

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x.  One by one, large groups of fluffy snow began to cascade down from the pale heavens. They nestled into the inky confides of his tassels, gathered on his back, and matched the shade of his three white socks and the large blaze that cut down his facade. It didn't take long for the terrain to have a new alabaster blanket, and it wouldn't do the footing any favours. The half-frozen soil covered in this kind of snow would be a hazard before too long. All the more reason for Raidon to hurry the fuck up so this could all be over. Baron dragged a slate-coloured dagger across the surface of the earth, feeling the new texture as he marred the planet's face. He tossed his sculpted crown, shaking his ebonite forelock from his only source of vision and shaking snowflakes free. A single void composed of emerald and earth narrowed ever so slightly as it landed on the approaching figure of another stallion. The tell-tale bay pelted frame was sauntering its way through the slowly falling snow, and the closer the other stallion was the more Baron had the opportunity to see what he had to deal with. Yes, this was a son of Romeo's but this was not a son that could pass as a carbon copy of his sire. There were different breeds in Raidon's blood; breeds with characteristics that altered features and changed bone structure. Still, there was a reflection of the father in this son. Raidon was smaller than Baron, though size wasn't what matted in the battlefield. They were close enough to the same height that Baron didn't worry himself with the other brute being small enough to manoeuvre himself into dangerous spaces. Then again being considerably smaller than Baron hadn't done his previous competitors any good. Baron studied every aspect of the other bastard with care, looking for scars, flaws, defects in his conformation. If he was long in the loin, he could suffer from back problems and issues with flexibly. If he was back at the knee he could have strained tendons ripe for the ruining. Any unnatural indents or scars from previous injuries would indicate a possible weak point, and hitch in the bastard's step or any hesitation to move in any muscle would hint at the same. The equine figure was all about locomotion; if one aspect of anatomy was off it was bound to have a secondary affect on another portion of bone, ligament, tendon, or muscle. Overcompensation was a bitch, and a weak side could come about from 'babying' an injured area. Speaking of babies, it was obvious to Baron that he wasn't dealing with a fully matured stallion here. This was a colt. This was a young, probably barely fertile colt that was in the ballpark of two years old. Now wasn't that interesting, Baron would be facing a youngster that was almost a fifth his own age. Bloody hell, kids these days. Not only that, but somebody's mommy must have told him he was special, judging by the cocky vibe that radiated off of Raidon in giant, smelly fumes. Baron hardly recalled being a two year old, he'd spent most of that time in intensive training and desperately wanting to kill himself. 

So it would seem that Baron might just be popping this kid's battle cherry. He wished he could say he was happy about the task. This was a waste of time, a waste of energy, and a waste of valuable blood. All for Calla, a mare whose only worth had been derived from her importance to their daughter. But there was another reason why Baron had agreed to face Raidon for her freedom... and that was because it was for her freedom. If Calla was willingly living with another stallion, this situation would be very different. Baron gave zero fucks about who that mare fucked, he had no plans on getting back on her curves and therefore it didn't matter to him how dirty and disease-ridden she became. However, there had been no mention about a possible agreement for her to see their daughter. Calla hadn't been able to come and visit Odette, and he knew she would be missing her child. With that in mind, he figured she was being held against her will and this wasn't some lover's tryst. If Odette wanted to see her mother again, he would have to go get her back. Baron's honour as a father was a fair bit greater than his honour as an individual, though Skindred was changing that. All the same, he'd probably enjoy smacking on Raidon a little too much. As a father of between eight and ten young children at the moment, one of which that had been clinging to him non-stopped, he desperately needed to hit something. Baron. The other stallion uttered. Lets get this over with, shall we? Mhmm. Because this guy seemed to have some big stuff going on. A salmon-hued tongue brushed over enamels and velveted lips. Whatever you want, sweetheart. He sighed in an exasperated response that wasn't by any means false. He casually righted himself as Raidon barrelled his way at him, flexing his massive shoulders and watching every step the other asshole took. This was the typical starter move, the run at full speed and then flail to one side at the last second. He'd dealt with this same beginning during his battle with Ra'Zac. It wasn't entirely mindlessly predictable, but it was close. It all came down to what side this youngster decided to pick at. Baron's left side was the side he was blind on, this colt would probably head for that one. But 'probably' wasn't a definite answer. As Radion slid alongside him Baron launched to the opposite side, but not before a sharp pain sliced from knee to fetlock. His reflexes had saved the important tendons from severing, but Raidon had severed the skin. As his body dipped to the other side, his hindquarters swung toward Raidon's lowered crown and both hind pistons snapped out in an attempt to make contact with the other bastard's skull before it could he. Hot blood poured down Baron's appendage, staining his sock and dribbling down the slope of his dagger. It was a secondary feeling, however. He still had full mobility on that limb for now, tomorrow would be a different story when it swelled and tried to heal. Baron faced Raidon, harks pined and an expression that welcomed another attack.   

Muse: Okay

Words: 1121

Music: None

Attacks: 1 2 - 1. Baron kicked out with both hind legs, aiming for Raidon's head. 
Dodges: 1
Injuries: 1. Laceration from knee to fetlock. He can still put weight on it but it is bleeding heavily. 

Name- Baron
Breed-  Thoroughbred
Age- 9
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17.1
Alliance- Dark
Health- 95% Physical, 100% mental.

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Name: Raidon
Breed: Anglo Arabian x Quarter Horse x Appaloosa x Dutch Warmblood x Thoroughbred
Age: 2 years
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.2 hands
Alliance: Dark
Mental Health: 100%
Physical Health: 90%
Rules: 2 hits 1 dodge, no minimum or maximum word count and no time limit between posts. Winner keeps Calla :]

»Despite the fact that the sun was high in the sky above it didn't affect the temperature what so ever. In fact it did the opposite of helping as small minuscule snowflakes fluttered down, slowly sticking to the terrain. Raidon took all of this in as he inhaled the crisp morning air, his lungs expelling carbon dioxide around him. Whatever you want, sweetheart. An invisible brow arched, did he think he was amusing? Of course Baron was right to assume that he was incapable of knowing what he was doing on the battlefield due to age, but that was a wrong assumption to make. Raidon couldn't help but feel ecstatic when he noticed the skin that was torn from his opponent's knee and cannon bone, but it was a short lived victory. He was just barely able to pull his cranium out of the way before Baron's hind hooves were smashing into his left cheek bone, narrowly missing his eye. A snort was expelled as he propelled forward, stars dancing in his line of vision. He could feel his own blood oozing from the laceration, and not only that but it was beginning to swell as well. He shook his crown from side to side, trying to jostle the pain away. Another snort was expelled, this time his own blood flew from his nasal passages. It was beginning to run down across his nose and was mildly distracting, but he focused on his nemesis. He would hand it to Baron, he was a good competitor and he was somewhat proud to be in the arena against him. But that wasn't what he was here for and he wouldn't grovel at his hooves. He wanted Calla, and he wouldn't just let her go. He needed to prove something today, and that something was that you should never underestimate an opponent merely on age. He stood for a mere moment as he analyzed Baron. The ebony brute was arrogant in his own way, simply just by the way that he moved and stared down on him. Raidon gritted his teeth, this would not be a simple battle, he was sure of that. He wanted Baron to remember him, and remember his face. He wasn't just another bastard here to ruffle his feathers, he was constantly going to be a place on the map. He wouldn't easily be forgotten after today. A front piston lashed out at the terrain, now covered in snow. It was damp beneath him, but nothing he couldn't handle. He bounded forward once more then, this time his mind set on a certain part of the behemoth's body. Limbs extended powerfully as he headed directly toward him, his crimson spheres narrowed in determination. As soon as he approached Baron he reared on his strong hind pistons. Front limbs lashed out at the stallion's face, eyes, and neck, hoping to make contact with any part of his body that was targeted and lacerate it. As he landed he used his momentum and finished the attack with sending three rapid fire kicks with his hind pistons towards his face and chest. He cantered forward then and spun on the stop of a dime, ultimately facing his contender. He sure as hell wasn't just some colt, he was going to be the spur in Baron's side. If he didn't win today he would lie low and wait, and challenge for Calla again, and again. He held no fear toward the stud, and he wouldn't hesitate to keep targeting him and his mares. Auditories were flattened against his poll, adrenaline coursing through his veins. His cheek was now only throbbing gently and for now the pain had numbed and the blood streaming down his facade had slowed. The snowflakes were coming down harsher now, and at a quicker pace. He wanted to get this over with sooner rather than later, but oh how he enjoyed facing the ebony hellion. Raidon would leave here with no regrets today; but merely with more determination than ever before.



notes» I wish I could snuggle Baron xD this was too fun!
tagged» @secret with Baron
muse» Not too bad.
word count» 954.
Attacks used» 1, 2
Definition of Attack(s)»
1. Raidon charged Baron's left side and while sliding past him he snapped at his left knee and fetlock in hopes of tearing his skin or tendons.
2. Raidon galloped head on toward Baron and reared, his front hooves aiming to hit him in either his eyes, face or neck. At the end of the attack he landed and sent rapid fire kicks with his hind legs toward Baron's face and neck in hopes of hitting his mark.
Injuries Obtained»
1. Baron's hind hooves successfully made contact with his left cheek bone, causing it to split open immediately. The wound will also swell and make it difficult for him to see out of his left eye.
Dodges Used» 1
Mental Health» 100%
Physical Health» 90%

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x.  They all thought that they were memorable. Every competitor he'd ever faced in Wild Equines had thought they had some claim to greatness. Baron wasn't the only one with a slight God complex, only the ebonite stallion didn't think he was necessarily better than anybody. He just thought he was smarter and wise to his own mortality. The equine race seemed to live in denial of their own mortal coils, particularly those members of the shadowed alliance. The young were oblivious to the pull of death, even adolescents like Raidon couldn't tell him they understood that the reaper would come for them and those they cared for. Deep down, they all thought that they would live forever, with some special immortality gifted upon them because they were special. Even a whore thought she was special, with her legs spread and her womb a host for spawn by multiple males who seemed oblivious to her glow. Baron didn't think he was special, his arrogance was derived from the knowledge that he was special. Or in the very least, he was a different kind of special. His only predictability came from his children, and his love for his children. But that was not what made him different, although it did make him a rarity. No, Baron was different because he realized he wasn't spectacular, and in accepting that fact he actually became different than your typical arrogant bastard. Life always seemed to be after the Thoroughbred father of over forty children, which was the bitch of having to face an idiot like Raidon. If he was wounded, it could and would compromise him temporarily for other things. Other things that could cost him his life, or the life of one of his children. So he wasn't feeling cuddly toward Raidon, and he wouldn't take it easy on the tyke just because of his age. He was doing adult acts of idiocy and could therefore taste the consequences. Baron was aware it probably wouldn't end here, and he expected some future encounters with this stallion. If Baron was victorious he would be pestered by this whelp for Calla or for another one of his herd members. Maybe even one of his daughters. Raidon would try his very best to be his father's son, and he was going to have some big time problems it he didn't tread carefully with the likes of Baron. This was a dangerous snake to taunt, and Raidon probably had no idea just how dangerous. But that was something to be settled on a different date, today was just about Calla and bringing her back to her daughter and out of the sex cell Raidon probably had her locked up in. Calla was an ill tempered bitch, he had his doubts that Raidon would get her nice and wet for him by treating her like a whore. A whore that was more property than anything else. No, Raidon was worse than Baron when it came to Calla and letting her know what she was worth. Maybe Raidon should spend some time in a cell... how was that for an idea?

There was a satisfying contact between Baron's dagger and Raidon's head. It hadn't found it's exact mark, but it was a hit all the same. The colt wouldn't even have whores to rely on for comfort if he didn't take better care of his pretty face. Baron smirked, his handsome crown slightly raised as he put on a bit of show to antagonize the other bastard. Raidon wouldn't like being told that he was inexperienced, Baron really got that from the way the other stallion moved and the way he intently stared at Baron. He wanted to be admired, this boy. He wanted to be looked at with respect and equality. Too bad that Baron wouldn't give him either. Baron would respect the rules of a duel, but outside of battlefield etiquette he was prepared to fight dirty. Ask Typhiea, if the bitch was still alive. Baron kept his weight spread out evenly across his limbs, his injury still gushing and buzzing away with pain that was currently overpowered by adrenaline. Raidon lunged again, this time rearing and flailing his front daggers. Baron rose on his hindquarters to meet him, snapping his ivories at the jugular of the other bastard and mauling at his exposed underbelly with his thrashing front limbs. Raidon's daggers sliced through skin and muscle, ripping open Baron's nape from crest to shoulder blade. The line seemed to stay together for a few moments, red, thin, and inflamed. And then it was open in a slow waterfall of crimson. Skin became weighted down as blood pooled between flesh and pelt, spreading the injury further at the source of its deepest portion. It was a massive flesh wound, and it poured gore down his chest and front pillars. That side of his nape was on fire, but his jugular groove had at least been untouched in the strike. The two males hit solid ground, and Baron's ribcage flexed as he dropped a shoulder and moved to the side to narrowly avoid the kicks Raidon sent his way. He couldn't imagine taking another couple of whacks to his already exposed flesh. Ivories lacerated his tongue in the process of the dodge, and Baron spat out the taste of his own iron-flavoured blood, a few spare drops dribbling down his ivory chin. Aren't you a feisty little tyke. Baron cooed, a chuckle rumbling from his larynx. Blood matted his tresses and his left sock was completely concealed in maroon, both wet and partially dry. No, the battle it wouldn't end here. Raidon would be seeing more of Baron.        

Muse: Okay

Words: 975

Music: None

Attacks: 1 2 - 1. Baron kicked out with both hind legs, aiming for Raidon's head. 2. Baron reared when Raidon attacked, biting at his jugular and striking at his underbelly.
Dodges: 1  - Baron moved to the side when Raidon send kicks at his face, neck, and chest.
 Injuries: 1. Laceration from knee to fetlock. He can still put weight on it but it is bleeding heavily. 2. Large flesh wound from crest to shoulder blade, also bleeding heavily. 

Name- Baron
Breed-  Thoroughbred
Age- 9
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17.1
Alliance- Dark
Health- 75% Physical, 100% mental.

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Name: Raidon
Breed: Anglo Arabian x Quarter Horse x Appaloosa x Dutch Warmblood x Thoroughbred
Age: 2 years
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.2 hands
Alliance: Dark
Mental Health: 100%
Physical Health: 80%
Rules: 2 hits 1 dodge, no minimum or maximum word count and no time limit between posts. Winner keeps Calla :]

»Time was slowly ticking by and seconds seemed to turn into minutes as his muscles tensed themselves and released. The wind ruffled his thick ebony tresses in wild disarray around his facade and his emeralds were narrowed into thin slits as he watched the ebony behemoth put on a show. Raidon almost chuckled at the stud, but now wasn't the time to laugh. Baron could assume he was high and mighty in comparison to himself, but Raidon had youth on his side. His life was just beginning and he had years ahead of him to pester the bastard. He could be considered an psychotic little fucker, taking into consideration that he loved getting under people's skin. Raidon did have wisdom beyond his two years, but he hardly showed it to strangers, let alone this fuck. His ebony whipcord flicked against his taut flanks and he wasn't surprised when Baron counter-reacted his attack. Raidon's auditories remained pinned tightly against his poll and he flung his cranium to the side, just narrowly missing Baron's bared ivories. Unfortunately his barrel took the blunt of the attack though, and he felt the hot searing pain as Baron's hooves lacerated his taunt skin. They both landed at the same time and a snort was exhaled as he immediately jumped out of striking distance of the hell hound, only to regret the rushed movement. Raidon showed no pain pulling away from Baron but he felt it almost instantly as the skin on his barrel split open. Crimson was trickling from the wound in a steady stream and he knew it would be a bitch tending to it later, but it was all worth it. It wasn't just about recognition for the young stallion, it was also about respect. He felt the need to show Baron that he could push back, but he would still hold his ground. As long as he had something that he wanted he would bother him, and come back with more ferocity than the first time. The only reason Baron even wanted Calla was because he had planted his seed inside her and she was responsible for the spawn they had created, or better yet he couldn't handle caring for it on his own. A smirk crossed his blood spattered labrums as he pulled to a halt, adrenaline keeping him from focusing on his wounds. His auditories flicked forward as Baron spoke, Aren't you a feisty little tyke. Raidon held the smirk on his darkened muzzle as he to chuckled at Baron in response. Yes I am.. You'll see more of me, that I can assure you. His vocals were cool as he assessed his opponent. Obviously he had made pretty decent wounds on his nemesis, but Baron had also left his mark on him as well. Raidon would appreciate the brute for teaching him a few things in the arena, even if he hadn't tried. But by the next time he would return here he would be even better and more prepared than before. The snow was falling quicker now, covering the blood stained topography that they had created. His life force stained the earth now, his mark had been placed on these grounds. They would be no stranger to him the next time he arrived and he could only wait eagerly for the results of this battle. In the back of his head he was hoping that Calla would accept him, he had shown he wanted her today with shedding his blood and tearing into Baron as well. This wouldn't be his last time here, not at all. And it surely wouldn't be his last time seeing the one-eyed leviathan.





notes» This can now be judged
tagged» @secret with Baron
muse» Wasn't too bad overall.
word count» 949.
Attacks used» 1, 2
Definition of Attack(s)»
1. Raidon charged Baron's left side and while sliding past him he snapped at his left knee and fetlock in hopes of tearing his skin or tendons.
2. Raidon galloped head on toward Baron and reared, his front hooves aiming to hit him in either his eyes, face or neck. At the end of the attack he landed and sent rapid fire kicks with his hind legs toward Baron's face and neck in hopes of hitting his mark.
Injuries Obtained»
1. Baron's hind hooves successfully made contact with his left cheek bone, causing it to split open immediately. The wound will also swell and make it difficult for him to see out of his left eye.
2. Baron's hooves successfully sliced into his barrel, leaving a large laceration that bled heavily. It will swell and bruise and will take at least a month to heal properly.
Dodges Used» 1
Definition of Dodge(s)»
1. Raidon wrenched his neck to the side to narrowly avoid Baron's teeth hitting his jugular.
Mental Health» 100%
Physical Health» 80%

staff edit: image removed due to no credits on the table image.

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... This can can be judged! xD

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I will tally.

Waiting on judge collection: no
Judge 1 Collection: collected!
Judge 2 Collection: collected!
Judge 3 Collection: collected!
Tally-ing Scores: done!

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HH with Raidon

Qaulity of Quantity: 11
(x) Writing posts all in one big thing makes it difficult to read, everything seems all jumbled; writing seems rushed in second post; overuse of the word mere; sentence fragments.
(x) Posts were good and evenly paced - however, would have liked to see more of Raidon's thoughts and his strategy.
(x) no paragraphs, it would have been nice to have a break between everything, especially when switching topics or thoughts.

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
(x) Nothing that was noticeable.
(x)

Realism of Attacks: 13
(x) Doesn't seem possible to slide past Baron and bite him at the same time
(x) Kept it real.
(x) bending low to bite at lower extremities could make a stud look submissive and VERY prone to getting a swift kick to the mouth

Attack Compared to Opponent: 12.5
(x) I felt Baron's attacks were better described. Raidon's first attack was a little confusing.
(x) No comments.

Completion of the form: 15
(x) Completed.
(x) Completed.
(x) Completed.

Spelling & Grammar: 11.5
(x) It's instead of its; unneeded commas; use of comma instead of semicolon; sentence fragments; use of an instead of a; "counter-reacted his attack" should be "counter-reacted to his attack"
(x) Mild spelling and grammar errors.


Points Total: 78 points

Secret with Baron

Qaulity of Quantity: 13
(x) Easy to read and follow, separated according to topic or change of thought process.
(x) Post where enjoyable to read.
(x) Lots of grammar mistakes but a pleasure to read, posts flowed nicely

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
(x) Mentioning that Raidon will try to be like Romeo without Raidon actually saying it.
(x) Nothing really stood out.

Realism of Attacks: 15
(x) I found the attacks to be realistic.
(x) First attack believable, perfect counter attack; second attack also a good counter attack.

Attack Compared to Opponent: 15
(x) First attack more thought out; smart use of the dodge and counter attack
(x) Attacks were stronger and described better than the opponent's.

Completion of the form: 15
(x) Completed.
(x) Completed.
(x) Completed.

Spelling & Grammar: 11.5
(x) Comma instead of semicolon; unneeded commas; misspelling originally in first post; "large groups of fluffy snow" should be "large groups of fluffy snowflakes;" "before it could he" makes no sense in second post
(x) A few minor errors such as spelling and grammar.

Points Total: 84.5 points

Congrats to Secret with Baron!

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Congrats @secret ! lol I knew you had this one in the bag xD