Life Is But A Dream...
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 30, 2013 8:11:37 GMT -7
It has gotten a little warmer out, just warm enough for the snow to melt slightly and turn into slippery sleet. The clouds are dark gray and ominous and the wind has picked up speed. The ice has not melted, so gladiators have to move carefully. It's more slippery than before. Unlike round one, posts are now 1000 words or less. Be careful not to go over the limit as points will be deducted. Two posts per person. Make sure you fill out the battle form and include all injuries from the first battle. Failure to do so will result in points being deducted. Three days to reply. If you lose two battles you are out.
@birna will post first with Wolf followed by @faint with Xiomar
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2014 13:17:43 GMT -7
Name- Wolf Breed- Thoroughbred x Shire x Belgian x Vladmir Draft x Lusitano x Appaloosa x Tennesse Walking Horse Age- 4 Gender- stallion Height- 17.1 hh Alliance- dark Health- Physically : 80% (injuries from round 1) | Mentally: 0% he has Dissociative Personality Disorder and congenital analgesia disorder (split personality disorder and unable to feel any physical pain)
Pain was something that the young stallion could not feel. He wanted to feel it so badly though. Wanted to know how it felt like and understand when equines around him screamed from pain when he had done something that hurt them. When Wolf had walked out of the first tournament his heart had been raising and he had been so nervous of the outcome. Now he was standing here and his heartbeat hadn’t gotten any better. He was always nervous when he had to fight because the outcome in a fight was never something you could tell beforehand. Before Wolf had walked back into the tournament ring he had found a good cover of snow on the ground where he managed to stuck his head in and rub his face against it. In his last battle the mare had managed to make his face bleed in two different places, or so he thought. Wolf couldn’t see his face but he could notice it had been bleeding a lot. Blood stains had run down his face and over his orbs. That’s why he had tried to clean himself up, so he would be able to see again for this battle. It would not have been a smart move to enter in a tournament and not be able to see a thing because of blood rushing down your face. Now he was standing inside the ring. His face was all clean, though it was still bleeding a bit from earlier battle. Not too much so it would get in the way. After all he couldn’t feel it anyway so his previous wounds would not slow him down when it came to pain but he knew he would not be able to use his full strength in every attack because of the injuries. Having the disorder he had was very dangerous, because he did not know his limits. He would go on and on in a fight without realizing how much damage the other equine had done. It could be very dangerous and lead him very close towards the death. Over the years he had learned that he had to be careful if he got hurt. A broken leg meant nothing to him. He would keep on going on a broken leg which could do damage that could never be healed. Wolf had made sure to look over all his legs after the first round. See if anything looked not normal and could be dangerous for him to continue. Standing in the ring he noticed that the ice had started to melt and the ground underneath was more slippery than before. He would have to be extra careful this time. No to quick attacks that would leave him sliding and falling down to the ground.
Wolf looked at the stallion he was fighting against for this round. He was very sure that he had never met this stallion before so he had no idea how he fought. That made this all very interesting and what the tournament was really about. Fighting someone new for every round, stranger with a teqnique you might never have seen before. The multi toned stallion started to move towards the other stallion. His stride was carefully thought out to make sure he would not slip. It was not too fast, which took a bit of strength out of this strike he was thinking of aiming for. When he came close enough to the stallion he decided it might be too dangerous attack so he lifted his left front leg in the air and aimed at the stallion’s ribcage, hoping to hit it hard enough for at least some bruising but he sure would not hate if he had managed to fracture the stallion. Without any hesitation Wolf turned in the direction of the bastard’s head and lifted his body frame up in the air. Not into a full rear since that was a dangerous thing to do in such a slippery ground. It looked more like a lift, half rear it could be called. He did not go any higher than he needed and since Wolf was a rather tall equine he only had to lift his front legs a bit over the ground. With his powerful jaw and strong teeth he aimed in the direction of the stallion’s face. He wanted to see the stallion bleed. When his front legs touched the ground again he back away from the stallion. Making sure his orbs watched his movements. He took a deep breath and filled his lungs with new oxygen. It felt like he had forgotten to breathe while he attacked the stallion. He doubted it was the case but still he wanted fresh oxygen. Wolf felt so much alive when he was in this ring. How the adrenaline was pumping through every place in his body. How he was eager to do more damage. But for this first strike it would do. He didn’t want to overdo it since that might make him loose his balance and slip on the icy ground that covered the tournament ring. Every inch of him was ready for the next moments.
Status || Complete Word count || 869 Attacks/Hits || 1. When Wolf got close enough he aimed to kick the stallion in the ribcage with his front leg. Hoping to bruise or fracture the stallion. 2. Lifted his front legs above the ground and aimed to lash out with his teeth toward the stallions face (he lifted his body up a bit to be able to get a better reach if his attack managed to be successful, which he does not know right now) Dodges || None Injuries || Round 1 : 1. Bruising on his chest after Skindred slammed into him 2. Ripped off skin above his eye, close to his ear. Open wound that is bleeding. 3. Underbelly is bleeding from skin being ripped off. 4. Chunk of his skin got removed from his chin 5. Harsh kick in the jawline, possible fracture even though Wolf can't feel it. Round 2 : First post, no attack from the other stallion yet. Comments || ooh I am so excited and nervous for this !
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 2, 2014 16:51:02 GMT -7
@faint has forfeited the battle. @birna is the winner.
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