Life Is But A Dream...
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 16, 2013 9:04:52 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.
@winter will post first and then @fishtail
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 4:01:24 GMT -7
i said i'd fight back, i didn't say that i'd fight fair !
Name- Diavolo Breed- Shire x Friesian x Belgian x Vladimir Draft x Gelderlander x Tennessee Walking Horse x Schwarzwalder Fuchs x Irish Draught Age- Six Gender- Stallion Height- 19hh Alliance- Dark Health- 100% -- however he is losing his sense of touch and is beginning to not feel pain (negative effect of he doesn't always know he is bleeding or hurting)
The entire concept of the gladiator tournaments and the Colosseum was intriguing and of course, the tempting catch line of the victor being "rewarded handsomely" was enough to pique Diavolo's interests. The six year old leviathan had several things fueling his motivation for this battle. He had just recently taken up the crown for Carnevale Letale, in place of his nephew and late brother. Other than a minor hiccup with authority involving a mahogany and ebony brute named Zephyr, he had yet to really put himself in the lime light of the public eye. The identical twin to the infamous Lucifer had made a few steals here and there but nothing too outstanding. In his opinion, it was mediocre politics. However the gladiator tournament created a new platform of politics and attention to notorious figures in Wild Equines. The ebony hellion wasn't entirely sure who was fighting who in the rest of the tournament but he did know that at least himself and two of his other harem members were involved. Beyond that he was only aware of who he was fighting -- Tainted Love. Tainted Love had history with Carnevale Letale. When his nephew, Nile, had been poised upon the throne, one of the other harem members had stolen Tainted Love right out from under the Dark Royal King's nose. Then the harem member fought a stallion by the name of Raz'ac for Tainted Love as well as her own freedom but somehow Incognito ended back up together with his painted queen. A short time after that, the pigment splattered vixen had apparently still been irked with the sanguine empire because she tried to steal Nile. How could she have thought that stealing the last heir of the throne between Lucifer and Necropolis would go well at all? It hadn't to say the least and Nile still kept his freedom. Diavolo wasn't terribly close to his niece and nephews but, family was family. No one fucked with his family.
The muscular giant trudged toward the snow blanketed battle field that held the designated fighting grounds for the gladiators. Diavolo did not have the intention of coming out of this battle unscathed or pristine. If everything went according to his plan, he would be cloaked in claret with flesh split open to reveal his internal functions while the splattered maiden was burdened with similar injuries. He did not fear the thought that she may be more agile than he was simply by their size difference. Also, he was not afraid of the thought that she could get by him with some high caliber attacks in the time it took for him to maneuver around her. He was a large fellow, he could take her blows. The nineteen hand hellion found the battle field before spotting the abandoned structure of the Colosseum upon the horizon. Now that he was no longer under the cover of the free lands, the bitterly harsh wind clawed at his hide and scraped open his lungs as he breathed. The earth beneath him crackled as his weight chipped and shattered layers of ice and snow, making the path slippery and dangerous. But he had to continue on. Stygian pillars rose and fell in long, languid strides as he began to canter toward the decrepit structure. Golden yellow souls scrutinized the horizon for the war maiden's figure before they locked in on her elegant form. His gut churned as a rabid snarl ripped out of his lungs, echoing across the battle field. The scarred and branded brute charged toward the former Dark Royal Queen without the intent of stopping for her. There was no time for formalities and introductions and anything he said would most likely be disregarded and mocked. He needed to save his thought processes for how he wanted to splinter her ribs within her chest cavity and bring her to her knees in agony. Triple slate and single peach knives struggled to gain traction upon the slick earth as he slid to a messy halt, his entire form careening toward hers if she were to fail to move out of the way. Jaws repeatedly snapped open as his fore end lifted off the ground, onyx pillars violently striking and thrashing in an effort to bruise or lacerate her painted hide with either his knives or his enamels. Slabs of muscle began to strain against his movements and weight which forced him to retreat momentarily to regain his balance and composure. Once all four limbs were back on the snowy ground, he pivoted his form to protect his vulnerable areas from potential attacks as well as allowing himself a few moments to brace for any impacts.
word count |792 tags | fishie with tainted love muse | decent music | i see stars "new demons" album notes | none
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 9:45:14 GMT -7
NAME- Tainted Love BREED- Arabian x APHA AGE- Seven GENDER- Mare HEIGHT- 15hh ALLIANCE- Dark PHYSICAL H- 100% MENTAL H - 100% ------------------------------------------
Ice; oh how she hated the blasted, disgusting stuff. Her hooves balled inside with snow that refused to leave her alone and the ice that foot of white hell was hiding threatened to jerk her hooves out from under her. It was a miracle that Taint hadn't gone down in a messy tangle of legs and snow before this. She'd arrived precisely when she intended to and planted herself in the center of the arena, letting the cold air leach what warmth was left in her body until she was almost- but not quite -numb. It wouldn't do to lose simply because it had been so long since she'd ignored any pain to fight through; so what if she was a little stiff at first? At least she wouldn't feel the- sweet jesus here we go. She snorted as Diavolo-now why was that name so familiar? -launched his mass at her. The menacing hooves and bared teeth threatening to take her down before she even had a chance to strike at him herself. She jerked her body around to her right and kicked her hooves beneath her. For a terrifying moment her hooves claimed no purchase on the ice and then finally it cracked beneath the pressure and she launched out of the way. Not a moment too soon she bolted just beneath his flailing front hooves, her hips taking a few long slices to them.
She spun back around just out of reach and launched her smaller, "petite" frame at him while he was regaining his balance. Baring her long, slightly yellowing teeth at him she lifted her own body up with her legs lowered to guard her stomach as the ice carried her towards him in much the same uncontrolled slide as it had thrown him forward in. She, however, had stopped into the slide sooner and when her sliding stopped she leapt off the ground, her teeth clattering shut in what would have been a vicious bite if it landed. Her back curled and brought her hind legs forward as her body twisted around the in the air. Something stretched and strained under the violent writhing and she winced just before kicking out at his barrel and flanks.
If he was foolish enough to let his balance slip for even a second he'd be foolish enough to fall to her feet in this fight. At least that's what she felt about it. But he was moving back and regaining composure even before she landed. Timing; it was all about timing. She abused her smaller bodies abilities, twisting with the stock horse in her- though no where near as beautifully as a pure stock horse could have -to launch herself back at him. She wasn't going to skirt around Diavolo as she had Nile. Terrified of his hooves or not she was going to crowd him. If she was too close for him to put power into the kick then it wouldn't matter a damn dime how big his hooves were they'd be limited on how much damage they could do.
Of course crowding him limited her own movements and it was a sacrifice she might regret later but for now she really didn't seem to mind. Even as blood began to swell at the openings on her hips and run down in rivelets and splatters to stain the snow. To hiss and steam as the warm liquid made a shocking impact on the cold, cold ground. It only made a visual representation of the daggers that seemed to be driving into her lungs with each breath. So cold, good god she hated winter. This was the last winter she was going to spend outside of any hot springs she could find. Damn the cold to hell!
With a second snort and her body parallel to the nineteen hand behemoth she lurched forward towards the underside of his neck from the side, her teeth exposed by her gaping mouth yet again. How quickly could he turn away from her? Or would he strike out with and offensive defense instead? Her blood pumped, boiling with the adrenaline that combat always pumped into her system. She could get giddy and light headed off this stuff if fights weren't so serious! She turned her ears back to her skull, belatedly, realizing that they were a point of weakness in her strike. With her head stretched out she wouldn't be able to properly defend her ears, not if he did chose to strike instead of turn away. So many options- would the ground give her purchase in time to spin and dart out of the way? Would she be able to chase him around?
staff edit: image removed due to no credits on the table image.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2013 12:00:51 GMT -7
ooc: I'm going to have to drop this one as well. I will not be returning to the second round. My muse is done.
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Life Is But A Dream...
Mad men define what mad is
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 22, 2013 8:25:54 GMT -7
@fishtail has one this round.
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