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J A S O N V O O R H E E S

Name- Jason Voorhees
Breed- Shire x Clydesdale x Perhceron x Lipizzaner x Belgian
Age- Seven
Gender- Stallion
Height- 18.3hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%


Oh how times had changed since he had passed on to eternity! How many years ago had it been now? Jason was not entirely sure but it had to have at least been four years since he took his supposed final breath. It was so bizarre to wrap his thought processes around. The eighteen point three brute had lived in Wild Equines for several years and had created some sort of name for himself while he had been alive. He could only vaguely recall the crimes he had committed and even less the names and faces of the equines he had met here. For Jason that was problematic because his entire purpose of existence was to slaughter others. At least that is what he believed to be his purpose as of right now. The onyx war hound could only remember a few details of his previous existence even though he was in the same vessel as he had been in before now. But one of the select things he could remember was a group that called themselves the Helkaers. He and his sanguine cronies had been a part of that little gig for awhile but the power trip grew stale after awhile. If he remembered correctly, when Reverend was a Helkaer, he had been one of the only active Helkaers for many months. It became boring and tedious when the trio of Reverend, Jason, and Zacky along with Zacky's mistress, had to do all the work for the group. From the nitty-gritty work to the entertaining cut throat deals. The ebony hellion was not sure what happened with the group after that but now that he had been wandering the free territories along with an old friend's courts, it did not appear as if they had done much. Shame. The Helkaers had incredible potential from the way they organized themselves but alas, Rigor Mortis apparently could not find worthy equines to fulfill his needs these days. Had the gene pool become that diluted of true evil?

But even when he had been alive before, Carnevale Letale had never faltered in delivering a sinful surprise every now and again. Necropolis governed the infernal empire with blood and glory soaking her every movement. The harem had always been piped full of equines with varying degrees of the devil's mindset. There was never a dull moment for the kingdom and according to what he had heard from Necropolis the past few weeks, that had not changed. After Lucifer had passed on, the crown had apparently been passed around a couple times before finally resting upon the former king's identical twin brother, Diavolo. Jason had never personally met or really heard of the brother but that did not matter. His word was law regardless of whatever the resurrected beast thought as was Necropolis' word. And what did their law require nowadays? Jason had been simply commanded to steal a Helkaer by the name of Disneyland Acid Trip. The golden boy's name sounded incredibly familiar but the ivory faced leviathan could not place where it came from. Perhaps they had met in his previous life or something. It was hard to tell at this point. But his orders had been to steal the Helkaer and fight if required and that is exactly how the entire thing had unraveled. But he would not be fighting the mongrel himself today. The lady of the cream stained knight had challenged the resurrected war lord to a battle first. Jason did not mind that a woman had proposed a fight; he was not afraid of striking or slaughtering a woman. Feminist behavior did not suit the hellion and it most certainly would never fly over well with his superiors. Necropolis was one of the few mistresses he respected. Somewhere deep in the confines of his mind another name kept cropping up at every thought involving the female gender but he could only grasp jumbled syllables. It was a puzzle for a different day. He had a fight to win.

Heavily feathered pillars rose and fell in a square two beat trot as the warlock picked his way toward the battle field. He scarcely remembered its precise location however he knew it was in the free territories somewhere. Crimson occuli rolled around within their skeletal prisons as he took in the scenery surrounding his muscled frame. The winter season was clearly upon Wild Equines now as ice and snow slickened the earth and made traveling somewhat perilous. The ashen pigmented clouds above created a thick blanket for the sun to rest behind while refusing to warm the atmosphere in the slightest. Frigid wind gusts sliced across the terrain in abrupt blasts, occasionally forcing the draft cross to stop and brace against the invisible air currents. "Fuck this cold weather!" Thick slabs of muscle began to involuntarily twitch and shiver as his body fought to maintain his body temperature. The brute shook his ghostly marked façade as he marched into the battle grounds. If the minx was smaller than him, she would have the advantage of speed and agility. If she was his size, they would almost be equal. He was not a push over though. If she had any attacks up her sleeve that involved head on interactions, he would take her up on that idea immediately. He held little regard for safety and his own welfare when it came to fighting. Be quick, be bold, and do as much damage as possible with as little moves as possible. He was not a lazy fighter but he was aware of his own limitations. He would not have the same amount of stamina as her if she was conditioned for battle. He was muscular and brawny but he was more brains than power at times. It was not a negative thing but it did tilt the scale in his opponent's favor, especially if she were to surprise him with an unexpected attack since he could not move as fast as she may be able to move. Despite his limitations, he had three attempts to harm her and one dodge but he had already decided he would not use it unless it was absolutely necessary. If it became clear that he was not going to come out of an attack without a horrible and potentially risky wound, he may be forced to retreat for that moment in time. He had to be at least somewhat mindful of his injuries though because one of Disneyland Acid Trip's allies already claimed a time slot to fight Jason if the ebony brute won. Two weeks between battles was not a long time to heal especially if he acquired serious injuries from Crucifix.

The onyx stained war lord continued to trot into the battle grounds before he spied an old, dying tree along the horizon. Slate flints the size of dinner platters dug into the frosted soil as the eighteen point three hand gent jogged toward the bent tree. Claret souls scanned the horizons for any sign of the war maiden but she apparently had yet to arrive in the territory. He had plenty of time to wait on here seeing as his only purpose right now was to acquire the rights to Disneyland Acid Trip's freedom. He could not go home empty handed even though he had agreed that if he lost, Carnevale Letale could not target anyone in Tomorrowland again. There were plenty of loopholes and ways to get around that though. Clearly the Helkaers were not that bright these days. But that was irrelevant at this point now that he had a few moments to clear his think box and focus on the approaching task. He was merely following orders from above but his rulers' reputation rested upon his broad blades now. Jason could not disappoint them!


Word count | 1,321
Muse | better
Music | welcome to the family - avenged sevenfold, danger line - avenged sevenfold
Notes | none
Terms | three hits, one dodge, with one week to reply. If Jason wins, he gets Trip and Trip will fight again in two weeks or Toxic will fight Jason in two weeks. If Crucifix wins, Carnevale Letale cannot steal anyone from Tomorrowland.

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The clouds hovered above, molding together in one big bundle of grey as they prevented the onslaught of snow. Her auditories were laced back against her poll, her nostrils inhaling large breaths of air and exhaling plumes of fog around her. Tomorrowland was completely silent, as if even the lands knew that their master's freedom hung in the balance today. Crucifix was infuriated like usual but this time she had someone to direct her fury to. She had known from the very beginning that Trip getting into the brotherhood could mean trouble, but she had supported him nonetheless. Ebony tendrils snapped harshly against her flanks as the wind whipped her mane around her face in wild disarray. Golden occuli scanned the terrain one last time to be sure everything was in it's place before leaving. She had absolute faith that Turve would keep watch of Tomorrowland in the meantime while she was gone. Her ivory dipped pistons were carefully placed before her; she took note that the ground had frozen over during the night. It wasn't a far journey to the battlefield from Tomorrowland and before long she was right on the outskirts of it. Crucifix was no stranger to these grounds, she had shed her blood here before. If this "Jason Voorhees" thought she was some little pixie he would be sadly mistaken. Hooves dug into the ground as best as they could as she attempted to get some traction beneath her. Her nasal passages caught his repugnant scent on the sharp wind and a low snarl was emitted from her chapped lips. Oh joy! She was more then ready to get this done and over with.

The climate in the battlefield was frigid and the air burned her lungs every time she took a breath. Fifteen point three hand frame was taunt with well-trained musculature; she was in shape and she prided that. Crucifix strode across the grounds, she was simply taking her time to approach the brute. From her distance he appeared to be of a larger height and by far surely bulkier. Of course she would have agility and speed on her side but should she get in the way of his large hooves that could mean lights out for her. Her harks were pinned tightly against her poll out of habit, but also to protect them. Crucifix had already lost half of her right ear in a previous battle and her ivory facade had a gruesome scar running down it from her eye to her mouth. If that wasn't obvious enough that she wasn't afraid to take a hit then she didn't know what was. Crucifix pinned her glare at the brute's ribcage and knew her target was set. No words were uttered, she wouldn't waste her breath on this hellhound. Pushing off of her hind pistons she lurched forward, her hooves digging into the terrain as well as what they could. Her golden eyes were narrowed to keep them shielded from the cutting wind and as she approached him she turned her body. Powerful hind hooves were sent directly towards his rib cage in a massive cow kick. She had put the majority of her hind end into the attack and if she hit her mark it could leave him severely bruised or perhaps leave him with a few fractured ribs. She couldn't see whether she made contact as she was moving away from him, she was too focused on keeping her footing on the harsh ground. Her tendrils snapped around her bodice and her golden eyes glared at the behemoth. She wasn't some little play kitten and just looking at him fired her up even more. She had a job to do as Trip's mate and she refused to let him down. She would protect what was hers and if it came down to it she would even die for him. But that was all irrelevant, this brute wouldn't get the best of her. Sure he towered over her but that meant nothing. She turned and faced him head on, her eyes goading him to make his move. Crucifix loved the thrill of a good fight and she wanted this behemoth to give her everything he had; she wasn't the least bit intimidated.






Name; Crucifix
Breed; American Quarter Horse x Andalusian x Thoroughbred x Warmblood
Age; 10 years
Gender; Mare
Height; 15.3 hands
Alliance; Dark
Mental Health; 100%
Physical Health; 100%
Hits;
oo1. Crucifix approached Jason's left side, turned, and sent a powerful cow kick with her hind legs to his ribcage in hopes of fracturing a few ribs or severely bruising them.
Dodges; None
Injuries; None
Tagged; @winter with Jason Voorhees
Notes; Good luck Hun! (:
Word Count; 896.
Status; Complete.

staff edit: image removed due to not having propper credits on the image. @horsehuggr

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J A S O N V O O R H E E S

a murderer walks the earth again !

Name- Jason Voorhees
Breed- Shire x Clydesdale x Perhceron x Lipizzaner x Belgian
Age- Seven
Gender- Stallion
Height- 18.3hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 90%; cracked ribs and bruises

Frigid blasts of air sliced through the pitted valley that was designated for the battle grounds. Even through the thin layer of ice upon the earth, the claret life force that saturated the soil could still be forced to the surface with the weight of an equine bearing down upon it. For all of the years that Wild Equines stood, the battle field had been the scene of many skirmishes, some petty and some earth shatteringly significant. The war hound suspected this fight ranked somewhere closer to significant since it was the first of many sieges against the Helkaers as conducted by the grand war master Diavolo. Up until now, the only orders that had been given out were those commanding the other harem members to snatch up the equines in question. Jason trusted anyone that Necropolis trusted. Regardless of whoever thought they were the most glorious creature to exist and that every other being should bow down to their smallest exhale, Necropolis would always rank at the top of his personal list. The mahogany goddess had opened her grisly abode to him after Reverend's fall out with the Helkaers years ago and she had provided him with a ranked position within her courts. In those times, it was not common to find a fellow serial killer assist another of their murderous kind and that was a bond that could not be broken. So when she had requested his resurrection, it was not a difficult decision for him to devote his new existence to her causes and kingdom again. However it was not something he took lightly. Jason found nothing to fear in death. He had died once so what was one more time if his devotions upon earth took his life? That being said, Jason had put all of his chips in for this and he would not back down from any commands from above. He was not leaving this battle field without earning the Helkaer's rights to freedom through his own bloodshed, toil, and sweat.

If he had anything to do with it, Crucifix would not be leaving the battle grounds without injuries and if that spun Disneyland's top because the stud dared to splash crimson upon his precious bauble, so be it. Jason would do whatever he could if and when the opportunities presented themselves for him to break, shatter, and crack the Helkaer's mistress. Speaking of the female warrior, her curvaceous yet clearly muscular figure was approaching him from the horizon. Even from a distance, she appeared to be fit for fighting and did not seem to have any type of ailment or limp that would physically hinder her chances. Spherical claret voids narrowed upon the vixen's ivory dipped form as she continued to prowl closer before it soon became apparent she was not going to provide an introduction. Fair enough, he supposed the latest generations found no use for formal introductions to whoever's blood you were going to spill. However he was not the kind of brute to be a silent fighter. He would lie, offer slanderous comments, and destroy his ability to speak for a few days as he would chastise and taunt his opponents at every given chance. Crucifix was not an exception to this tradition. And quite honestly, he did not care what she may think of his tactics. He was not here to impress her, he was here to fuck her up, win, and take the Helkaer's freedom. The fact that he would still have the Helkaer and his allies to contend with after this, provided that Jason did win, was not bothersome. Let the golden foam brute bide his waning time!

”Ah, I see the petty flower sent his maid to fight his wars! How does it feel to belong to a gold plated vagina?” Mocking tones rang out over the terrain without any shame or regard to who may have heard him.

”Oh don’t tell me, you’re doing me a favor by fighting me first before I meet the big, bad, and evil Helkaer right? The entire brotherhood is nothing but an elaborate joke darling. I used to be in it, I’m fully aware of how Rigor Mortis runs his childish circus.” Sincerity was not amiss from his lyrics and there was absolutely no hint of deceit or lies.

The pale faced soldier’s chasms closed as he pushed forward to canter toward her head on. Some believed a head on collision to be suicidal but the sinew and muscle laden war master could afford to take such a hit if it came down to that. Roughened charcoal knives dug into the crackled and frosted landscape beneath his gargantuan frame as he lunged forward just as she turned her vessel to the side. Heavily feathered front pillars struck out toward her shoulder closest to him and the tender flesh beneath her jowls that was left vulnerable when she turned her tiara to the side to block out the wind. Sinew lined hind columns heftily catapulted his stout frame upward and forward in an attempt to increase the mass hurtling toward her bodice. A malicious grin tore open his chasms as his jaws parted to reveal jagged wolf teeth as well as the enamels that evolution crafted for vicious wars between equines.

In the same motion that sent his larger frame careening for Crucifix, jaws rabidly snapped in the direction of the ridge of her neck with the intent to take chunks of her spongy flesh out with each guillotined bite. As his assault formed and escalated, her double strike to his chest cavity forcefully ripped oxygen back into the atmosphere from his lungs. The compounded impact cracked the skeletal protectors of his sensitive and fragile organs and her hooves left inflamed impressions in his flesh. It took several ravenous attempts to inhale before his diaphragm would allow oxygen back into his system and with each returning breath, he began to laugh. He did not find her at fault to any sort of audacity nor was he shocked or impressed.

”Wow, I’m so terrified of a mare that can kick like a lazy ass cow. Lucky for you, you have two more chances to redeem your pathetic self.” Jason chuckled in amusement. He was sadistic. He enjoyed her first strike and he was curious of what her next move would be. The stud was aware he would find out soon enough but he was curious nonetheless. The war hound’s knives dug back into the terrain as he landed after leaping through the air at Crucifix; his cracked ribs gave in to the rest of his weight coming back down upon his front end which sent some of his oxygen right back out again. Jason rounded upon his opponent as he set himself up for his next barrage of violence against the vixen. He was not going to let her have a moment to plan or re-evaluate her decisions. It was his turn now. Columns rose and fell in languid strides beneath him as he charged upon her once more. Provided she did not choose to evade him at the very last moment, which she may have, the beast increased the impulsion that drove him forward head on to her. Tactically, he was nearly an entire foot taller than she was at the point of their top lines. If he successfully rammed into her front end with his own at the rising rate of speed, there was a chance that he may be able to knock her back and pin her to the ground with the chance of crushing or bruising her wind pipe with a hoof. And that was exactly his plan with a few minor modifications if he did manage to take her to the ground. Jason was now at a full gallop as he plowed toward her. It was her decision to make if he would crash into her with the force of a hurtling freight train or if she would duck out of the way to escape imminent danger.


Word count | 1,328
Muse | grand
Music | judas - lady gaga
Notes | His first attack was charging at her while striking at her shoulder and the tender flesh under her jaw which was left vulnerable when she turned her head away from the wind and while he was thrashing around her, he tried to bite the ridge of her neck (where her mane grows out). His second attack was charging her head on again with the intent to knock her backward and/or down to the ground so he could pin her there with his weight and push down on her trachea/esophagus area with a front hoof.
Terms | three hits, one dodge, with one week to reply. If Jason wins, he gets Trip and Trip will fight again in two weeks or Toxic will fight Jason in two weeks. If Crucifix wins, Carnevale Letale cannot steal anyone from Tomorrowland.
Attacks | Three, two, one
Dodges | One

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The wind's greedy fingers ripped and pulled at her carcass, reminding her that the worst was yet to come. The frigid temperature was one thing but it would be even worse once there were open wounds added into the mix. Her ears were laced back tightly against her poll, her golden occuli focused on her nemesis. She didn't give a shit what this guy thought about her; the sooner they got this done and over with the better. Ah I see, the petty flower sent his maid to fight his wars! How does it feel to belong to a gold plaited vagina? Oh don't tell me, your doing me a favor by fighting me first before I meet the big, bad, and evil Helkaer right? The entire brotherhood is nothing more than an elaborate joke darling. I used to be in it, I'm fully aware of how Rigor Mortis runs his childish circus. His words bored her and she rolled her eyes, I'm sorry, did you come here to pass pleasantries? How cute how he wanted to make jokes and spit worthless shit. His effort was futile considering all of that just rolled right off of her back. Not long after he spoke he came barreling towards her, and she was prepared for the onslaught of his body. His teeth snapped and made contact with the delicate skin beneath her jawline. A snarl erupted and she wrenched her face away from him only to feel him sink his teeth into her neck. She rocked her body sideways and flung her neck as well, leaving a deep chunk of her mane and skin with him. Rivulets of blood poured from the wound and dotted the snow as she pranced sideways. It was clear though that her hind hooves had made contact with his ribs and he spoke once more, Wow, I'm so terrified of a mare that can kick like a lazy ass cow. Lucky for you, you have two more chances to redeem your pathetic self.

She was tired of this shit talker and she was prepared to have him eat his words. She didn't give a fuck who he thought he was, she wasn't some little princess that would roll over and let him have his way with her. Once again he charged towards her and she anticipated it. His careening mass made his way toward her and she nimbly bolted out of the way, but not before his flailing limbs could cut into the left side of her rump. The laceration began to ooze and she bolted, moving out of the way further so he couldn't knock her down. She knew for a fact that once you fell death was imminent. Anger coursed through her veins, not because he had successfully made contact, but because he wanted what was hers. Truthfully Crucifix didn't give a damn about the Helkaers, she was just in a relationship with one. But the fact that Jason wanted to rip him away from her was not something that settled well with her. She wouldn't let him retreat from her, if he wanted to act like a bitch she would treat him like one. Her hooves dug into the ground as she galloped after him; Crucifix approached him on his left side being sure to avoid his hind hooves in case he should kick out at her. Her nape extended and her ivories bared as she snapped harshly at his nape and then aimed to rip his left ear. With a rough snort she moved away from him. If he were to chase after her she wouldn't hesitate to send her hind hooves down his throat, but for the moment she didn't hear him following her. She turned quickly then and halted, her eyes glaring at him. Her own crimson had stained the left side of her neck and a trail of blood trickled down from her jaw to her chest. She was no stranger to being wounded, but she would be damned if he left here today without remembering who she was.


Name; Crucifix
Breed; American Quarter Horse x Andalusian x Thoroughbred x Warmblood
Age; 10 years
Gender; Mare
Height; 15.3 hands
Alliance; Dark
Mental Health; 100%
Physical Health; 90%
Hits;
oo1. Crucifix approached Jason's left side, turned, and sent a powerful cow kick with her hind legs to his ribcage in hopes of fracturing a few ribs or severely bruising them.
oo2. Crucifix chased after Jason and while approaching his left side she snapped at his neck, hoping to rip a decent chunk of his skin. She also snapped at his left ear with the intention of ripping it.
Dodges;
oo1. Crucifix nimbly moved out of the way when he came barreling towards her so that he wouldn't be able to knock her to the ground.
Injuries;
oo1. Jason successfully ripped the sensitive skin on her jaw line causing it to burn and bleed steadily.
oo2. Jason caught hold of the left side of her neck and mane, ripping a decent chunk of skin out and causing it to bleed profusely.
oo3. While Crucifix dodged his attack to knock her down, Jason's front hooves successfully clipped the left side of her rump which gave her a small laceration that is bleeding a little bit.
Tagged; @winter with Jason Voorhees
Notes; Ah I'm so nervous!
Word Count; 1018.
Status; Complete.

staff edit: image removed due to not having propper credits on the image.

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J A S O N V O O R H E E S

a murderer walks the earth again !

Name- Jason Voorhees
Breed- Shire x Clydesdale x Perhceron x Lipizzaner x Belgian
Age- Seven
Gender- Stallion
Height- 18.3hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 85%; more cracked ribs and bruises that are swelling, his left ear is split into two, and he has various muscle sprains from stopping on the hard ground so harshly


" I'm sorry, did you come here to pass pleasantries?" Starting out a battle with an apology? That would look good on her references later on. A low chuckle rolled off of his barbed tongue as the knight shook his pale crown,

"Nah, I came here to pass the Grim Reaper's scythe over your pretty little neck darling."

Crimson occuli beamed brightly with utter glee as he retorted to her comment. Oh what would the Helkaers think then? One of their baubles blatantly desecrated by their renewed enemy and her bodice unable to be found? If given the chance, Jason would never leave a bloodied prize out in the open. No, they deserve to be hung up on the wall and beheaded so he could carry their rotting heads around like a femme's purse.

Even though his orders had not asked for the death of anyone involved with the elitist group, the recently resurrected brute figured making the option known to them would not truly hurt anything. There was not a single threat that the soldiers could propose that would spin the tables negatively. Not even if they proposed that the ghastly empire be destroyed, parceled back out to the rest of society, and the armada dismantled for the sake that the Helkaers could breathe a little easier. If inquiries from above came down upon him, he could simply respond with the fact that it was his idea to up the scale of violence. It was truly his idea but it was probably also a shared idea among those in Carnevale Letale. This war was not going to be a petty round about of stealing and playful fighting. Ample amounts of blood would be shed, hearts would be ripped open by emotional ties being severed and metaphorical thorns would slice open the tender elitist group. The best part of all? Apart from the master war plan, the residents of Carnevale Letale and those alongside them were granted permission to do anything they pleased on their own accord. If he failed to adequately slash open this little bitch today, he surely come back a second time to finish the job.

After he had finished speaking, he had barreled right toward the wench with jaws that were viciously snapping at any amount of her flesh he could sink his enamels into before he vigorously tore into her tender skin just beneath her own set of jaws. Her snarl rumbled her vocal chords beneath his labrets and her sharp jolt away from him only increased the span of her injuries. Blood splashed against his palette and gushed down his ivory painted mask as his dentals dug back into her muscled nape along the ridge line where her tresses grew. The witch rocked back and to the side before she yanked away from his enamel laden grasp. The supple fibers of muscle were crushed beneath the vice grip of his enamels until they bloodily pulled apart which left a chunk of her muscle tissue, mahogany skin, and onyx stained mane hanging from his jaws.

"Thanks for the souvenir, babe."

The meat and tassel parcel fell from his mug as he laughed until she cow kicked his laughter into silence. Cunt. The insult flashed through his think box as he struggled to gain his ability to breathe back. As soon as he had regained his composure, he galloped toward her once more, this time directly head on without any hint of hesitation. He was not afraid of her, pain, or harming himself. He had a Helkaer's freedom to win over and he was not going to let her off easy for any reason.

With each stride, he continued to gain speed and the slick surface of the snow only seemed to help at the moment. At the very last second, he lost all traction and slid the last foot and a half completely out of control. She managed to duck mostly out of the way of the imminent head on collision although his front daggers sliced open her rump. Ebony knives struggled to regain traction and dig back into the snowy terrain to prepare for the next barrage of attacks once all four limbs were on the ground again. The force of his weight reconnecting with the earth sent white hot flashes of pain back through his rib cage as it felt as if another rib had cracked. His side was beginning to feel as if he had just been blasted by someone his size as the bruising around the cracked ribs became more and more inflamed. However it was difficult to deal with at the moment and would be painful for probably a couple weeks more, he would live. But he did not have time to think about that right now. Harks snapped back as the sound of his opponent's hooves in the snow behind him caught his attention as he kept moving. If she wanted a chase, she was in for one hell of a surprise. Jason did not run from anyone.

The brute turned his head slightly to keep an eye on how close she was coming to him before he suddenly slammed his limbs into the hard ground, grimacing at the abrupt jolts of pain that shot up into his limbs from the harsh stop. He did not wait a few seconds more to give her any chance to react. If she plowed into him from behind, he would not stop her. Let the Helkaer slut knock her own breathing out of her lungs if she slammed into his broad rump! Let her give herself a concussion or something similar! He had more pain in store for her now. She had no choice but to deal with his final strike. The stupid witch should have thought about using her single dodge a bit more carefully! More laughter sprung from his larynx as he spun around to face her head on again as heavily feathered columns began to propel his form forward. Somewhere in the tangle of those actions, her enamels snapped shut upon his left audit which promptly split it into two triangular parcels of cartilage. It bled profusely for a few moments due to the numerous capillaries that spider webbed throughout his audio canals. The pain was minimal though.

Strong hind limbs catapulted his form up off the ground as his front columns vigorously struck out at any part of her, especially her crown, tender underside of her neck, chest, and shoulders he could hit. Then his hind pistons stepped forward underneath of him to try and blatantly push her until she could only fall straight back to the ground. If her crown connected with the hard ground, she could end up with a mild concussion. She could crack open her skull and bleed dangerously close to the edge of consciousness. If she managed to save herself from falling so perilously, there were still several injuries she could sustain from it.

The hellion pulled away from the near vicinity of her and spotted the parcel of her flesh and locks laying in the snow a couple feet away. Perhaps the creepy former Helkaer that lived in one of the sub-harems could craft the parcel of flesh into some sort of jewelry for Necropolis. The hellion lumbered over to it and snatched it back up for the time being. The sinews within his columns screamed at him for the unnecessary movement as they demanded rest. His stamina was not what it used to be, that was for certain. Claret trickled down over his ivory stained skull and some now began to ooze out from the subtly torn flesh around his ribs. The bruises had become so inflamed that his flesh had broken open to allow the fluids behind them to seep out. He had yet to fully survey all of the damage she had done to him though, perhaps he had new injuries but his cracked ribs held most of his attention.


Crucifix had not proven to be much of a challenge or anything extraordinary. He thought she was an average fighter; a fair example of the typical amount of desire to survive within any equine. Jason was not a renowned fighter by any means but he did have a few tricks tucked beneath his ebony feathering reserved for such battles. He would wear his blood proudly and if it all had gone as he had planned, he would have been robed in plenty of her claret fluid as well.

"Thanks for the childish play time, darling. Too bad you aren't intelligent enough to play the right way." Jason chuckled as he thanked Crucifix for the battle. The gratitude was not entirely false. He had enjoyed himself even though the fight had a lot of weight riding upon it.



Word count | 1,474
Muse | grand
Music | judas - lady gaga
Notes | After your next post, I'll post with the other injuries he may sustain from Crucifix' last attack and then it can be judged(?).

1. His first attack was charging at her while striking at her shoulder and the tender flesh under her jaw which was left vulnerable when she turned her head away from the wind and while he was thrashing around her, he tried to bite the ridge of her neck (where her mane grows out).

2. His second attack was charging her head on again with the intent to knock her backward and/or down to the ground so he could pin her there with his weight and push down on her trachea/esophagus area with a front hoof.

3. His third attack was rearing up and striking at her head, neck, chest, and shoulders, while he walked forward and pushed into her with the intent to push her straight back until she fell.

Terms | three hits, one dodge, with one week to reply. If Jason wins, he gets Trip and Trip will fight again in two weeks or Toxic will fight Jason in two weeks. If Crucifix wins, Carnevale Letale cannot steal anyone from Tomorrowland.
Attacks | Three, two, one
Dodges | One -- did not use

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Her nostrils were flaring delicately as she breathed. Inhale...Exhale... Just how long had it been since she had been here? A year? Two years? Maybe even three. Crucifix was no stranger to these lands or what went on here. Her blood had been shed here before but she wasn't a quitter. There was a lot more at stake here for her then this dumb fuck Jason. Meanwhile while this dick eater was carrying out orders from his dear little leader she was doing what she wanted when she wanted. She didn't come here because Disneyland Acid Trip told her to; she was coming here because she chose to. If it had been five years ago she probably would have handed him over and told him to rot in hell, but it wasn't five years ago. It was the present. And now here she was, fighting for her mate's freedom and everything she had always lived for. Needless to say she wasn't happy, and she didn't want to talk to this shit talker. Her very life hung in the balance of this fight. How would you feel if everything you loved was put at risk? Angry. Defiant. Determined. Nah, I came here to pass the Grim Reaper's scythe over your pretty little neck darling. Who exactly was this guy? Was he stuck in the eighteen hundreds? Honestly his talk bored her greatly. She wasn't here to chit chat and if he thought that his "intimidating words" would distract her he was wrong. She had one thing to do here today and she would not fail; it simply was not an option. It wasn't long after that that he came barreling toward her and she did not move until his enamels had sunk into her flesh. When she wrenched away from him she gifted him with a hefty chunk of her nape and mane. Thanks for the souvenir, babe. A minuscule bit of satisfaction came to her when her hind hooves collided with his chest. Let him take that little souvenir. She thought before she felt his auditory tear within her clenched teeth. When she moved away from the brute he spun around to face her; meanwhile laughter bubbled from his larynx.

Her irritation toward Jason was mild, if anything he was a pest. He was almost child like but she ignored him, he wasn't worth her time. Suddenly he reared, his front hooves lashing out at her cranium, neck and chest. She to rose off the ground then, mostly to protect her skull. She felt a rough blow above her left eye and instantly the skin tore. Blood gushed from the laceration and poured into her line of vision; her eyes began to blink rapidly in order to clear it. She could feel her hooves sliding backward as he began to push her but she wouldn't give up that easily. Pushing off of her strong Quarter Horse haunches she shoved into his chest. It felt like a brick wall but she was putting most of her strength into this. Fury ripped through her like a tidal wave and suddenly her front hooves lashed out in response, aiming for his eyes and his nose. If she could smack him hard enough she would love to send him home with a fractured nose. But enough with those thoughts, if she could simply hit him anywhere she would be pleased. Pulling back her chapped lips she revealed stained enamels and instantly she snapped for his neck. Her teeth aimed to dig in and when she thought she had a good hold she wrenched her face away. In the process she felt one of his hooves slice into her chest but she ignored it. Her golden gems watched him with a bit of blurred vision as she watched him retrieve her chunk of skin off the slush laden ground. Thanks for the childish play time, darling. Too bad you aren't intelligent enough to play the right way. A sadistic fit of laughter spilled from her vocal chords and she shook her skull; meanwhile blood flicked from the large gash above her eye. Oh please, the pleasure was all mine. Perhaps I'll see you on the play ground again sometime little boy. She purred before gracing him with a stunning smile. Crucifix flicked her ebony tail against her haunches once before turning on her heels and heading back the way she had come. Her vision was still distorted and her neck was throbbing, meanwhile a slow ache had begun to form on her jawline from the missing skin. But she was alive and she had done her best. She had fought for her mate and for her home. Life would not be the same without him and he deserved the very best, and if she didn't win she would wait and challenge again for his freedom. She wouldn't give up on Trip, but in her mind she could only hope that he would be staying home tonight. She snorted once to clear her nostrils of the blood that had seeped there and watched as the snow was painted red from her own life force. She was no stranger to wounds, but this battle was the most life threatening yet.



Name; Crucifix
Breed; American Quarter Horse x Andalusian x Thoroughbred x Warmblood
Age; 10 years
Gender; Mare
Height; 15.3 hands
Alliance; Dark
Mental Health; 100%
Physical Health; 75%
Hits;
oo1. Crucifix approached Jason's left side, turned, and sent a powerful cow kick with her hind legs to his ribcage in hopes of fracturing a few ribs or severely bruising them.
oo2. Crucifix chased after Jason and while approaching his left side she snapped at his neck, hoping to rip a decent chunk of his skin. She also snapped at his left ear with the intention of ripping it.
oo3. Crucifix reared and aimed to hit Jason's eyes or his nose in order to fracture it. She then reached out and aimed to grab a chunk of his neck as she landed in hopes of wrenching it from his body.
Dodges;
oo1. Crucifix nimbly moved out of the way when he came barreling towards her so that he wouldn't be able to knock her to the ground.
Injuries;
oo1. Jason successfully ripped the sensitive skin on her jaw line causing it to burn and bleed steadily.
oo2. Jason caught hold of the left side of her neck and mane, ripping a decent chunk of skin out and causing it to bleed profusely.
oo3. While Crucifix dodged his attack to knock her down, Jason's front hooves successfully clipped the left side of her rump which gave her a small laceration that is bleeding a little bit.
oo4. Crucifix suffered a gruesome gash above her left eye. It is bleeding profusely and when it slows her eye will begin to swell shut.
oo5. Jason's hooves successfully sliced into her neck/chest, causing it to bruise and bleed.
Tagged; @winter with Jason Voorhees
Notes; After you post your stats this can be judged (:
Word Count; 1,251
Status; Complete.

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Name- Jason Voorhees
Breed- Shire x Clydesdale x Perhceron x Lipizzaner x Belgian
Age- Seven
Gender- Stallion
Height- 18.3hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 80%; cracked ribs and bruises that are swelling and some are trickling with blood, his left ear is split into two, he has muscle sprains from stopping on the hard ground so harshly, the tip point of his nasal bone is broken, and he has a shallow chunk of flesh missing on his neck that is bleeding steadily.

and just a reminder of his attacks;

1. His first attack was charging at her while striking at her shoulder and the tender flesh under her jaw which was left vulnerable when she turned her head away from the wind and while he was thrashing around her, he tried to bite the ridge of her neck (where her mane grows out).

2. His second attack was charging her head on again with the intent to knock her backward and/or down to the ground so he could pin her there with his weight and push down on her trachea/esophagus area with a front hoof.

3. His third attack was rearing up and striking at her head, neck, chest, and shoulders, while he walked forward and pushed into her with the intent to push her straight back until she fell.

He did not use his single dodge.

Terms | three hits, one dodge, with one week to reply. If Jason wins, he gets Trip and Trip will fight again in two weeks or Toxic will fight Jason in two weeks. If Crucifix wins, Carnevale Letale cannot steal anyone from Tomorrowland.

fleabittengray this can now be tallied/judged.

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Certain staff member can not be tagged and asked to tally/judge a battle.
- this comes from aliyaah who is busy at the moment and can't come online to post this. Maybe when she comes online she can verify this.


Staff/members that can judge but are related to ether Helkaer or CL can't judge or tally battles that are related to the CL vs Helkaer war.

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Sounds good to me. As long as it gets judged I'll be happy xD (:

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Sorry. I had just seen other people tag staff members in it to let them know they could be judged, not necessarily that that particular staff member do it.

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Since no one has stepped up and said they would tally.

Staff that are not fighting with the Helkaer or CL (that I know off)
can one of you tally this battle ?

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@kal
aliyaah (I am tagging you ali to not leave you out, but I know you are major busy and I really don't want to add this on your busy schedule!)

@midnightdancer and @shorty have not given anything out if they will be in this war so go a head if one of you think you can do this.

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My mare Russia is against the healkers, because of her mate's brother Romeo being the top dog on that. So Russia is with CL on this one.

So I can't, which is why I haven't offered to tally.

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Thank you for letting me know kal ! =) striking you out the list that is getting very small off people that can judge or tally.

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I can tally. Sorry I would have replied sooner but I did not get the tag and thought someone else had this. I will get you guys scores asap!


I will tally.
Waiting on judge collection: yes
Judge 1 Collection: collected results!
Judge 2 Collection: collected results!
Judge 3 Collection: collected results!
Tally-ing Scores: yes!

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Roleplayer & Charrie: @winter w/ Jason Voorhees

Quality over Quantity: 13.5
Comments:

- You're posts were extremely well written. There was just so much background story that threw me off. Don't get me wrong, it was all an interesting read. However, I found myself often wondering, is this necessary? Does it relate to what was happening? And there were instances where I was not so sure.
- On another note, I found there were times that I literally don't know what you were trying to say. There were times where there was overuse of descriptive words and I'd read it thinking "…. wait what?". It doesn't have to be that complicated.
- Excellent quality.
- Intrigued for the duration of the battle, even with the exorbitant amount of description

No God Modeling or Powerplaying: 14
Comments:

- You said that "his first attack was aimed at the place she left vulnerable when she turned her head away from the wind" but yet I can't find anything in her post that said she turned her head to block the wind.

Realism of Attack: 14.5
Comments:

- Each attack seemed to hold quite a few opportunities to land blows. Maybe restrict it to one at a time?

Attack Compared to other opponent: 15
Comments:

-Excellent portrayal of what you were trying to accomplish. Very clear and thorough.

Completion of the Form: 15.

Spelling & Grammar: 14.75
Comments:

- I think your grammar is extremely advanced and perfect.
- Minor sentence structure issues but there was at least two in every post.

TOTAL: 86.75!



Roleplayer & Charrie: @horsehuggr w/ Crucifix

Quality over Quantity: 14.5
Comments:

- Hard to remain focused when each paragraph has multiple topics. Also, none of your word counts were correct. Don't count stats in word counts
- I liked how straightforward your posts were. Right to the point of the battle.

No God Modeling or Powerplaying: 15

Realism of Attack: 14.5
Comments:

- when horses fight, they constantly lash out, frantically almost. It would have been nice to see more of that in this.
Attack Compared to Opponent:

Attack Compared to Opponent: 12.5
Comments:

- I felt your attacks were good, however simply in comparison to Jason, just weren't as strong. For example, he aimed at her jugular, completely taking her down, flipping her over, whereas one of Cru's attacks was aimed at simply ripping his ear?
- I felt like your attacks were quickly planned and could have been a lot better.
- I just enjoyed Vin's attack much more. This isn't a friendly fight. You really gotta be out for blood when battling someone like Jason Vorhees.

Completion of Form: 15

Spelling & Grammar: 14.75
Comments:

- Repeated verbs in sentences, a couple spelling errors, but nothing that dramatically took away from the battle.

TOTAL: 86.25


Congrats to @winter with Jason Voorhees!