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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 16, 2013 9:00:47 GMT -7
It is sunny out with a few scattered clouds. It is bitterly cold out to the point that it almost hurts to breathe. The normally sandy arena is covered in a foot of snow and beneath that is a layer of ice. Gladiators must be careful not to slip. There is one pair in the arena at a time, so you will not see others fighting. Not following the setting will result in loss of points. The rules are simply. 800 words per posts, 2 posts per person. The battle starts immediately, you do not have to wait for your opponent to get there like in a normal battle. You can go for them right away. You are out of the tournament should you lose 2 battles. Good luck. @kal will post first and then Zohyd//
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 23:18:37 GMT -7
note// could zohyd perhaps post first so I can get a bit more muse for russia? I've tried starting this, but shes the type I need something to go on to get started? If not I can get something up tomorrow.
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Post by Zohyd// on Dec 20, 2013 5:24:32 GMT -7
ooc' I don't mind going first if Gray is ok with this :]
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 20, 2013 5:51:57 GMT -7
@kal yes, zohyd can post first, but the post must be up TODAY.
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Post by Zohyd// on Dec 20, 2013 11:20:04 GMT -7
back the f*** off {beauty is skin-deep; ugly cuts to the bone} This was home to the seventeen point one hand Percheron wench; it was familiar and what she was used to. The sun overhead didn’t provide much warmth; the air chilled to a point that if one was not used to such cold oxygen it would hurt their lungs. But Fancy was born and raised in the North. She had grown up in a place that rarely lost their snow in the Summer and had horrible blizzards in the Winter. The ground she walked on had a good twelve inches of fresh powder, though don’t let it deceive you- below the ground had frozen and a layer of ice had formed. Fancy as Hell had fought in this weather her whole life. If her opponent hadn’t then perhaps she would have the advantage here. Ah yes, Russia. Green colored orbs had caught sight of the wench that too entered the arena at the same time. Her coloring was perlino, cream locks, four stockings and at least three inches shorter than Fancy herself. Her breeding was questionable but Fancy could guess it was some sort of Warmblood. The dappled grey wench had more substance than her opponent- but she wasn’t about to underestimate.
A deep, slow breath was taken in. Careful not to breathe the bitter air in too fast. Exhaled carbon dioxide crated a small fog cloud around her, disappearing in seconds. She was itching to get this battle underway. Fancy was bred to fight. She had been kicked out of her herd for fighting too rough when in mock battles. That and she wasn’t exactly a pleasant creature to be around. She was a bitch. Quite simple, rather decapitate all than sit and listen to their pointless words.
The look Fancy’s façade was priceless. Her features would be attractive and she’d be an elegant beauty if she wasn’t scowling constantly. Her orbs had turned cold, twin audits became laced to her skull and her blood stained ivories were bared slightly. Carefully she watched the foreign mare move. Looking for any signs of weakness that the wench might have. Something Fancy could use to her advantage. The mare looked young, not quite as developed. Still had a baby look to her. Ah yes, Fancy was sure to have experience on her then. The Percheron mare had been fighting since she was a foal, so even if her opponent was the same, Fancy would still have more experience and that carried a good amount in battles.
As her smaller opponent neared Fancy began to prance lightly on her toes. Much like an MMA fighter would do while in the octagon. Amateurs go forward and back, pros go side to side. And that’s what she did. Muscles bulging beneath her dappled hue as they carried her easily around her opponent. Toying with her first, and waiting for the opening to strike. Fancy had trained physically for battles her whole life. Hills, distance, sprints, trotting through deep water. Anything to get her in pristine shape possible. She might be a draft, but something that had always played in her favor is that she was light on her feet.
There would be no words spoken from Fancy. She was here to fight, and that’s it.
Patiently the Percheron danced around her opponent. Fancy was all about striking first. She didn’t always wait for the battle to come to her, she preferred to start it and strike first. Green orbs saw her opening and immediately she went for it. Her slate daggers picking fresh powder to dig deep into, reducing her chance to slip on any ice below. Powerful haunches pushed her forwards and up. Fore daggers striking out as a lethal weapon. Fancy had placed herself to be coming in on the mare’s side, almost like T-boning her. Her right dagger was aimed for directly behind the shoulder blade- knowing that if contact were to be made in the right spot with that amount of force, sure enough that mare’s shoulder would become dislocated- becoming practically useless. Her other dagger was aimed just for the triangle section on any equine’s neck. The spinal cord ran throughout there, and if she happened to hit in the right place you could be talking about dislocated disks or worse. Maw was wide open as her blood stained ivories were aimed directly towards the wench’s wither area. If she was successful Fancy would move the right forelimb that she had aimed for the shoulder next to land over the mare’s back. It was easy to see that Fancy had weight on this mare. Not to mention the Percheron was practically a brick wall. If she could hold onto the perlino opponent and get her on the ground this fight could be over just as soon as it started.
words; 799 tag; @kal thoughts; I hate this word limit hahaha -.- But I hope this helps you get your girl going <3 stats; signature: fancy as hell initials: fancy molding: mare era: four ancestry: percheron elevation: 17.1hh pigment: grey locks: silvery cream designs: dapples orbs: green association: dark physical health: 100% mental health: 100%
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2013 19:28:09 GMT -7
name: russia age: 3 gender: mare alliance: dark breed: swiss warmblood color: perlino markings: four large stockings eyes: mint green height: 16.2 hooves: peach/tan over-all health: 100% vampire & cannibal traits
The golden creamed mare was going for her third battle in her life since she had set foot in the land called Wild Equines. Her mate had taught her how to live out here and what type of mare she could be. She was given a lot of power early on, which sparked her interest with ruling. She recently over came to challenges that might have killed most. She couldn't remember what happened, but one morning she woke up and felt different. She had cravings she couldn't understand. It seemed shocking to her mate, because he knew what she was going through. It was a strange metamorphosis of characteristics that didn't seem possible. She was starting to hear things that nobody else could even comprehend, but it slowly started to make sense to them both. Her body was aching and often her muscles would cramp up and make it impossible for the mare to even move. But then one day it was all settled when they crossed a dead animal carcass. Something snapped in the mare and she had began to feast upon its flesh without any resentment. She had turned into a vampire mixed with a bit of cannibalistic tendencies, but for the most part she was a vampire & cannibal. She had no problem with the changes in her life. But she had more important things to worry about, but this came shortly before she had turned. She the most beloved daughter she had ever seen. The golden filly was in black and just stood out from the crowd, but that was just her motherly emotions coming forward. After all, what mother didn't think their daughter was bewitching thing they had ever seen? Thoughts were lost as she had found herself in the Colosseum, looking around at the structure of the land. The cold wind reminded her of home, which was a shocking reminder of just how far she had come. Paper thin nostril's let out a silent breath, but she only did so carefully. Only because it wouldn't be good to put your body into shock by taking in such a breath when you inhaled the cold air. The frost-bitten ground would do wonders to hooves, which is something she knew she need to watch out for . She had little boots when she was a child growing up in Russia. The landscape there was vastly different from what she met back home. Paper thins inhaled again as she fought off the cold of the wind, thanking the gods that it wasn't raining or sleeting.
Mint green eyes locked on a figure when it came into the arena. The mare was somebody she had only heard about, never really seen. Russia didn't expect the other to know who they where coming to fight. Settling into her own set of tracks, the mare was trying to get a grip on the ice that was underneath her. Feeling the inches of snow and the slick ice as she kicked away the snow to get a better look, she knew she would have to have to move quickly and carefully to get out alive. Peach hooves would have to move over the icy earth with grace and very little weight if she was to try to get away with as little damage as possible today. As the mare got closer, Russia noticed just what she was up against. The mare was obviously larger than her and was a heavier breed then she. "It's a pleasure to meet you." she spoke, knowing those would probably be the only words uttered between them. Russia was never one to deal the first blow, so she would carefully let the other have the upper hand. Mint orbs watched for any sign of an attack, only knowing that her muscles could freeze at any moment. Frost came from their paper thins as the warm air met the freezing air around them, setting the mood for this fight.
Quickly the mare slid backwards, falling on her own haunches to try to avoid the massive hooves that we're coming her direction. The massive hoof made contact with the edge of her shoulder-blade and her ribs, causing the mare to gasp for air. Taking in another breath, her lungs almost froze but the mare needed to act quickly. Moving forward, the light weight mare made sure to launch herself with her weight placed evenly over her four hooves. Slamming her front hooves into any single part of the taller mare that she could, Russia was also aiming to bite at the mares neck. She was about to let go of any piece of flesh that she grabbed either, after all the toughest meat was sometimes worth the fight.
words: 801 notes: I hope one word won't take off from this, I had a hard time containing Russia as well.
attacks: She launched herself forward at 'fancy as hell', aiming to slam her hooves into the mare's body and lock sharp teeth onto the mares neck. damange: suffered a couple of broken ribs and a fracture shoulder blade
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Post by Zohyd// on Dec 23, 2013 7:44:09 GMT -7
back the f*** off {beauty is skin-deep; ugly cuts to the bone} It’s a pleasure to meet you. Were words that the Percheron wench managed to hear before she attacked. However she had a feeling her perlino opponent didn’t want to speak more. Hell Fancy didn’t want to speak at all. And she didn’t. If she had her words would be nasty, degrading and bitchy. So the essence of what Fancy was.
Her attack had been successful. The area behind the shoulder had been a direct hit. She could feel the bones and ligaments shift inside her opponent. And to top it off the cracking of a couple ribs had become music to Fancy’s ears. She knew the sound well, oh how she was familiar with it as she had used the attack in many battles before and have found it to be just as successful. The sixteen point three hand competitor had tried to avoid the attack. She attempted to throw herself backwards, but the icy ground did not help her any. Instead she fell on her own haunches- leaving her to be a sitting duck to the dappled Fancy as Hell. Once Fancy had made contact she could hear her opponent gasping. The pain would be great from the hit she had taken. Especially with the damage and the air together. This mare was going to practically hand the fight to Fancy if she wasn’t careful.
The perlino wench however was quick. Quicker than what Fancy had expected. Foreigner knew she had to get out of there and fast or else Fancy would be eating her for lunch. Fancy had gotten greedy with her attack though. Hoping that she would be able to take hold of her opponent and wrestle her to the ground. However her grip had failed her. Green orbs watched as the younger opponent launched herself towards Fancy. Slate daggers dug into the frozen Earth, searching for traction to move but she was too late. The lighter weight mare collided with Fancy. Luckily they were already fairly close- so there wasn’t much room for her opponent to get power behind her attack. However her daggers had made contact. One did a lovely number on her shoulder, the damage was unknown, but she knew it was going to be sore for a little. Endorphins were a wonderful thing though. Adrenaline as well. They blocked pain quite well in situations such as this.
A sharp pain had caused Fancy to wake up a little more. Seventeen point one hand bodice searched for traction upon the frozen arena. Once she found it she threw her body weight to the side, ripping from the grip. That perlino bitch had managed to grab a hold of a good chunk of skin upon Fancy’s thick boat. It was up higher towards the crest, not anywhere near a lethal bite- but it was still painful. And Fancy was sure that when she lurched away the perlino had a mouthful of her skin. Fancy could feel the freezing spot upon her boa confirming this thought. It would be a matter of time until the red blood moved to the surface and escaped her bodice. It was just a little blood though. Nothing near the damage she had caused to her opponent already. The lighter weight mare was injured and Fancy would have to do her best to get a couple clean shots while she could before this fight ended. Never leave it in the hands of the judges. Was always a saying she lived by. However she doubted she could get a knockout at this point.
Their bodies were close, and it was time Fancy went to use her body weight to her advantage. Her movements were quick as she now paid more attention to where to step and how hard to dig in to keep traction. She had done this before in this weather. Before she was being careless, now she couldn’t- not if this was going to work. Dappled wench moved quickly to position herself so her haunches were aimed toward the Perlino. It was a least vulnerable move since there weren’t too many things her opponent could do to hurt her in this stance. Especially since the Percheron mare outweighed the other mare. She was to keep her ass glued to her opponent until that shoulder region. Fancy then lurched herself forward, putting that three feet of space between them. Hind limbs snapped back so fast to her opponent. Aiming for that shoulder and rib section. She’d already done damage there once before. If anything made contact the pain would be excruciating. Fancy was a brick house and she put power behind her hits. Horses carried most of their weight on their forehand. With a dislocated shoulder and broken ribs, Fancy could only imagine what this hit would mean for the perlino.
words; 800 tag; @kal damage; large chunk of skin missing up by her crest where Russia had grabbed her. Bruised shoulder that is going to be sore for a couple hours. Needs to walk it out, but the cold is effecting the muscles ability to warm up and get loose so it will remain tight and knotted for a bit. attack; tried to remain close to russia then turn her haunches towards her. stepped forward and then kicked back. Hoping to hit in the shoulder/rib area.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2013 20:04:17 GMT -7
Something told her this would be a one trick show and she didn't feel like being left out of the lime light. The perlino mare snorted softly as she looked forward towards the mare, her green eyes flicking softly in the lightly. This would hopefully be a start to something new, something she could enjoy for the rest of her life. But the battle before her was something she would have to get passed first, if she lost she figured she might retire from this silly old thing. Why would she want to spend her life getting beat up and not have anything to show for it? Snorting lightly, she felt the massive amount of pain from her shoulder. She knew she was going to be very sore for weeks to come because of the broke and fracture bones within her ribcage. Shaking her head, she snorted and growled lightly. The icy weather made things worse, her muscles where starting to ache and freeze in place.
The freezing muscles would be a problem, but then again so would the voices. They where mumbled at the start, but they where starting to get louder and louder. "RUSSIA!" the voice screamed loudly, causing the mares mint green eyes to look away from what she was faced with. She took a deep breath, her harks flicking as she listened carefully. "My daughter, why do you not come home?" the voice asked, causing the mare to step forward in curiously about what or who said it. The voice sounded strongly like her father, but what would he be doing here? "Father?" she spoke gently, before she turned her head. She was too late to do anything about what the larger gray was about to do. Biting on the mares neck was a wonderful idea, tearing the flesh from her body meant something would change inside of her mind. Her mental stability would be questionable now, which could be a bad thing. The flesh that was in the mares mouth soon became a quick snack for the mare. Doing her best to lick her lips, her muzzle was now stained with the taste of blood. A small growl of pleasure came from the mares mouth as well, now this was about to get fun.
Mentally she was still lost in the thoughts of her father's voice and the fact of the flesh and blood: the mare was in no place to move. Shaking her head swiftly, she locked eye with the mare since they where in such close range. What would be the next move between the two of them. The big gray moved about three feet away and Russia prepared to have a counter attack ready, because this bitch wasn't about to leave without being majorly marked by the russian princess. When the large gray mare moved to kick at her injured side, the mare prepared for her counter attack. Large daggers came towards the mare, moving quickly she let her rump take most of the damage, which offset her balance. Slipping in the ice, the mare almost fell but launched herself up as to grab for the mares underside. She was aiming for another with her sharp ivories that where already stained with blood. The mare had made a mistake the first time by letting Russia get close enough to get flesh. The mare was aiming for something, anything, but after aiming for a quick bite on the underside the perlino mare decided it was time to do something unheard of. She got closer to the mares underside and tried to attack her barrel with her hooves hoping to do some sort of major damage. Once the mare was clear of the other gray, she turned her head and snorted lightly. She growled and tossed her head, before glaring at her. "I hope you have fun, you glupaya suka . You've been marked by the russian koroleva." she spoke as she took a deep breath. This was the last thing she would ever say to the mare.
queen = koroleva stupid bitch = glupaya suka
words: 677 damage: she moved enough to let her hooves attack her rump, leaving two large hoof prints and possibly giving her some walking problems. attacks: she tried to attack the mares underside with her teeth once and tried to attack with her hooves as well, hoping one of the two attacks would do some damage.
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Post by Zohyd// on Dec 25, 2013 21:01:10 GMT -7
back the f*** off {beauty is skin-deep; ugly cuts to the bone}
1.) Fancy received an irritating bite mark beneath her barrel that will cause some pain until it scabs over.
2.) Since the ground is slippery Fancy could not move away fast enough before Russia broke the skin on her side leaving a couple scrapes that are bleeding and caused one of her ribs towards the back to become sore. Potential scar marks.
This fight may now be judged <3
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 26, 2013 9:32:03 GMT -7
Fancy As Hell ( Zohyd//) Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments: Completed in first post; No Powerplaying/Godmodding 10 Comments: None 800 Words Or Less: 9 Comments: 817 words in first post; 811 in second post; I used the word counter here on WE Correct Setting: 10 Comments: Snow and ice mentioned Realistic Attacks: 10 Comments: Well described first attack; good second attack Realistic Dodges: 10 Comments: None used Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments: All injuries believeable; Spelling/Grammar: 7.5 Comments: Using a semicolon in place of a comma; sentence fragments; "The look Fancy’s façade" should be "The look on Fancy's facade;" missing commas; Total Score: 76.5 Russia (@kal) Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments: Completed in first post No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 10 Comments: None 800 Words Or Less: 10 Comments: 800 words in first post; Correct Setting: 10 Comments: Mention of snow and ice and the cold air throughout first post; Realistic Attacks: 8.5 Comments: Could have used a little more description in your post; again, could have used more description in second post Realistic Dodges: 10 Comments: Believable Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments: First post injuries believable; Spelling/Grammar: 5.5 Comments: Overcame is one word not two; using & instead of typing and; "She the most beloved..." makes no sense; "The golden filly was in black..." makes no sense; "nostril's" should be "nostrils;" sentence fragments; shoulder blade is two words with no hyphen; "flicking softly in the lightly" should be "flicking softly in the light;" comma where semicolon should be; Total Score: 74 Lovely battle! Zohyd with Fancy As Hell has one round one.
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