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Lids pulled back to expose sea blue orbs as they scanned her surroundings. A delicate blanket of snow graced the terrain and beneath that was a dangerous sheet of ice. Oublié never slept laying down, she always remained on her feet in case of an intruder or if she should have to defend herself. It had been programmed deep within her brain since the moment she was born. But the wench wasn't born in Wild Equines, no she was born in a land far from here with creatures far from equines. Her chestnut tendrils slapped against her curved flanks once before she stepped forward. Her joints popped deliciously as she relieved them from the stiffness due to standing overnight. Her ears though normally were pinned against her poll were flicked forward. Her skull was tilted upward as she glanced up at the sky, noticing the darkening clouds and ominous look that seemed to promise a storm. This was the perfect remedy for a battle. She had never been one to come up with hopeless riddles, if it had been up to her she would just waltz in and wrench the babies from their homes. But needless to say she had made a move at stealing a young colt that had intrigued her, and it had failed. She should have expected that his mother would protect him, it was in her nature just as it was in her nature to destroy others. Without a huff or a sigh she moved forward, being sure to place her hooves carefully on the cement beneath her. Once again she would briefly be saying goodbye to The City of Thrones, but hopefully when she returned she would have a young colt in tow.

Small flakes of snow fluttered down from the heavens as she moved forward, stretching her muscles with each stride. She was looking forward to this battle considering that she didn't want to go stale. Her bone bracelets rattled against her skin with each stride, a reminder of what used to lye on her front pistons years ago. Adolpha would recognize her absence but she suspected that the wench would be accustomed to it; Oublié hardly spent her time with the other herd members unless it was completely necessary, and Adolpha knew that. Her hooves dug into the ground as she made her way towards the battlefield, adrenaline already coursing through her veins. It wasn't a far distance from her home and before long she was directly on the outskirts of the dry, cracked terrain. Her nasal passages flared as she tested her surroundings, it appeared that her opponent had yet to show up. Oublié moved into a steady trot, her muscles pulling and releasing like a well-oiled machine. Her chestnut hued skin seemed to be made of marble; each muscle was clearly defined and occasionally if the sun shone just right on her coat you could see the pearl dilute. Her tendrils snapped around her body as the wind so greedily pulled at her pelt and her ears returned to their place against her skull. Oublié was prepared for this battle, more importantly she was ready to send Nimue home empty handed. The terms were that she would not go after Amnon again if she lost, and she was okay with that. But for now all thoughts of losing were clear out of her head. She was in her comfort zone and she was ready. Sea blue orbs waited for the painted wench to appear; her body was motionless and her face was void of any emotion. The sooner she arrived the sooner she could defend her precious baby boy; and the sooner Oublié could rip the rug out from beneath her hooves.





Name: Oublié
Breed: Thoroughbred x Hanoverian x Lustiano x Andalusian
Age: 7 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 17 hands
Alliance: Dark
Mental Health: 100%
Physical Health: 100%
Terms: Three hits one dodge with three days to reply. If Oublié wins she gets possession of Amnon and Nimue may challenge for him back in two weeks. If Nimue wins Oublié may not attempt to take Amnon again.
Hits: None
Dodges: None
Injuries: None
Notes: I'm so excited for this Hun! xD
Tagged: @foxfire with Nimue
Word Count: 625.
Status: Complete.

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Muse -- Amazing... oddly.
Notes -- Battle words will be UNDER the table! I had help setting it up from fishie and fleabittengray, if it's incorrect, please let me know! Nimue's Profile

Things never seemed good with the life of the Neutral Queen, she was either defending the king, her mate, or even her son and this was the first attack on her son. And she was not happy, who could blame her? A mother never should take someone trying to take their precious one lying down, that had been the way she was, raised in a land far away. It was only morning, the lands were covered in snow, she didn’t want to wake Amnon, but he understood, and as she nosed him gently up, she could see the sadness in his green eyes. She would fight for him, she would fight, he was her precious gem in this chaotic life. Her gentle blue gaze watched him, and tenderly she nosed him to eat, to drink, so they could be on their way. It made her think of her old lands…. Lands where she grew into the mare she was.

She had trained, battled some of the strongest stallions, and now, all that training was going to be used, she had to do this, and after all it was for her son! She couldn’t back out her blue eyes looked over the form of her colt. The blood son of Exodus, and herself, and the adopted son of Ulquiorra, the stallion that had recently come back from the dead. But Nimue found herself wondering just what she should do about it, should she stay with him? Or find a proper father figure for Amnon? Quio had been so good to them thus far, but sometimes his wandering made her lonely.

Oh look at me! She thought to herself. Here I am heading to battle for my son, and I am so worried about what father figure is or is not proper for him! I am sure I have been more than a good father and mother figure to him! He is a well mannered colt! She found a small cave and nestled the colt in there, but she knew he would not stay, no he would likely watch. She would not have a stranger come into her lands seeking her son, she would have killed this mare on the spot, but that was against these lands rules, had she been back home, the strongest mare fighting, would keep the foal. As she left the tree line, she looked back at her green eyed baby. “Come no farther than here unless I call.” She spoke the words sternly, and when Amnon nodded, she moved forward, her brown forelock her blue eyes, the blind one and the sighted one, peered at this wench that was standing there, on the lands with the snow that hid ice. And under it all was the cracked earth that died long ago from the blood of other equines.

Dunskin Tovero hide pulled over the muscles of the mare, she was just as fit as the creature she was fighting, she had no fat, had long ago lost the pregnancy fat she had when carrying her colt. HER colt, not this wench, what right did she have trying to take her baby? The sun light caught the golden Dun in her pelt, making it glisten just like it was, gold, but her good eye stared at the wench, glaring her down, if looks could kill, then the mare would be dead a thousand times over. It didn’t matter what the mare thought, Nim would fight this with all her strength and all her heart, it didn’t matter, today or tomorrow this mare would suffer a mother’s wrath, and if it was her own wrath, than that was all the better.

Dancing forward, the Canadian Warmblood minx was used to this type of ground, ice hidden under snow, her hooves danced carefully, preventing slips, falls and the such, she wouldn’t suffer a fall on this battle, that much, she was going to do her best to prevent. She stared across at her challenger, the opponent for this deadly day, her blue eyes scanned over the blue eyed chestnut pearl wench all the way on the other side. She moved forward. Harks pinned to the top of her golden crown, she moved to the center, would she start the battle? Nimue was never one for starting, but she sure loved finishing battles. Though this would be the first one she had, since coming to these lands that is. She parted her kissers and let her battle scream be heard, she was here, and she was ready, well as any mother could be with the prospects of loosing their baby to some blood thirsty wench! Harks perked forward, the breeze of the lands played with her brown and white tassels, her brown hock kisser flicked against her hocks as she watched the minx, waiting for her move.

Name: Nimue
Breed: Canadian Warmblood x American Paint
Age: 4 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 16 hands
Alliance: Neutral Queen
Mental Health: 90% schizophrenia, and active near water (Will likely not be bothered, due to there is no water near them)
Physical Health: 95% blind in left eye. (This is something she has grown used to and can make up for with other senses?)
Terms: Three hits one dodge with three days to reply. If Oublié wins she gets possession of Amnon and Nimue may challenge for him back in two weeks. If Nimue wins Oublié may not attempt to take Amnon again.
Hits: None
Dodges: None
Injuries: None

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What would she gain from taking this colt from his mother? Another enemy for sure. But more importantly this was a battle she was taking rather seriously considering that it would affect her herd. Oublié had never been one for children, they were small and weak and pulled on your heart strings, or so she had heard. When it came to emotions she cared for no one but herself. She didn't know love or affection, or any kind emotions for that matter. So the fact of the matter was that she didn't have anyone to tie her down. As far the child's mother went, she knew next to nothing about her. That was all irrelevant though, she did not care for the mother nor what she thought about her. Anyone else's thoughts about her just rolled off her back like drops of water. While Oublié waited for the mare to arrive she moved from side to side, keeping her muscles loose and ready to be used. It wasn't until she caught the fresh smell of the minx that she completely halted, her powerful hooves forming indents in the frozen terrain. Her dial was held high and her ears were flicked backward in a neutral position. Before long the dun-hued wench arrived and she didn't seem to be pleased at all. Oublié imagined that if she would have been a mother she would have reacted the same way. No one wanted their child taken from them, and Nimue was no exception. The anger could be seen clearly in her eyes and Oublié paid no mind to the heated glare that she sent her way. She wasn't one for pleasantries and she sure as hell wasn't going to acknowledge her pissed off attitude. Life was a bitch, things happen, but you build a bridge and get over it.

The maiden's war screech rang across the distance and her auditories pinned tightly against her poll. Oublié had never been one for screaming, it was too dramatic in her eyes. Instead she just watched the mare with a cold, emotionless gaze. This was her job. This was what Oublié had been put on this earth to do. This mare wasn't her friend, and she wasn't family. She wasn't even remotely important to her; all that she wanted from her was her son. If she was smart she would be flattered that Oublié had chosen Amnon; it meant that Nimue had trained him decently enough. Oublié didn't want a weak creature, she was looking for a strong one. Amnon had held certain characteristics that had caught her attention, which is why she was going out of her way to hold possession of him. Not wanting to waste any more time she didn't bother to give an introduction. Instead she pushed off her strong hind legs, her hooves thudding against the ground in a repetitive motion as she cantered. It wasn't long until she closed the gap between them and she was in front of the mare before she knew it. Oublié wanted to collide with this wench and use her weight to force her backwards. Her chapped lips pulled back to reveal sharpened enamels, courtesy of her previous life in captivity. Her sea blue eyes were focused on the mare's windpipe and she hoped to get a decent hold of it; if so she might just make it difficult for the wench to grasp air. Then while half-rearing she sent her front hooves towards the mare's chest, in hopes of tearing it and bruising it as well. If she hit her mark it could perhaps make it painful for her to walk. When she landed she backed up a step but otherwise did not move. Her tail smacked against her flanks and she bared her teeth as if to egg the girl on. Oublié was not afraid of shedding blood here today, all she wanted was a good, honest fight. There would be no regrets if she at least received that.




Name: Oublié
Breed: Thoroughbred x Hanoverian x Lustiano x Andalusian
Age: 7 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 17 hands
Alliance: Dark
Mental Health: 100%
Physical Health: 100%
Hits:
oo1. Oublié aimed to collide with Nimue and force her backwards. She also bared her ivories and aimed to grab hold of her windpipe in order to lacerate it in hopes of making it bleed and possibly make it hard for her to breathe.
oo2. While half-rearing Oublié aimed her front hooves at Nimue's chest to lacerate it and bruise it. Oublié is hoping that by doing so it will make it painful for the mare to walk.
Dodges: None
Injuries: None
Notes: Good luck Hun (: p.s. I love your quick replies!<3
Tagged: @foxfire with Nimue
Word Count: 685 (Just the post not the codes)
Status: Complete.

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Count 861
Tags -- @horsehuggr with Oublié
Muse -- good
Notes --Battle words will be UNDER the table! I had help setting it up from fishie and fleabittengray, if it's incorrect, please let me know! Nimue's Profile

What would she gain from this battle? Her son’s freedom, she would keep her precious baby away from this pathetic wench that couldn’t be bothered with the heart strings emotion and all that beautiful stuff that came with having a foal of their own. If she couldn’t go through with having those, she wasn’t a strong mare, a strong mare was not only physically fit, but as well as having the ability to be strong in front of those that needed her to be. That was what being a mare was, being able to hold the weight of the world, the responsibilities of being a mother, and still smile as if nothing bad happened at all. She had learned that, that was something Amnon had made her learn the hard way. And it was one of the most beautiful gifts she had from her son, other than he himself that is. But knowing each day she was a strong mare, a loving mare, it would never knock her down to the ranks of someone who had to be a baby thief.

The minx was charging, and Nimue braced, her head high, chest out, ready to break her dead neck run. And as the mare collided, she only slid back maybe a little bit, if that, but it wasn’t so much because of the mare, but because of the snow covered ice. But she could feel the impact, though not so much now, as her adrenaline pumped though her veins, giving her anger and hatred for this mare more strength, and as she reached for her windpipe, Nimue snorted hard bringing her head down, but not fast enough, instead of feeling her wind pipe being lacerated she could feel her teeth sink into her cheek, tearing at the flesh there, never had Nimue felt better being just a bit smaller than someone she was fighting. But this saved her windpipe from those sharp teeth that were jagged and uneven, and as the mare reared up, Nimue reared with her, hooves tight to her chest, she felt the blow to her chest, but not as bad as it should have, could have been, there was a small cut, and it would bruise. It would hurt upon movement, but she would survive.

Landing, she felt the pain of the kick in the chest, with no time to let the mare recover, she pinned her harks keeping them tight, she pranced forward over the snow covered ice, and attacked. She didn’t aim for a big part of the body, she aimed for the delicate pistons with her powerful hooves, and as she did this, she had her neck arched, protecting herself from attacks, and as she moved in, closer to the mare, she was thankful for being a full hand shorter, pearls bared, they were no razor sharp jagged monsters like the mare she was fighting, but none the less her pearls though reached up to grasp her wind pipe. Her blue orb seeking as she snorted hard through her nasal passages. She was not in the mood to deal with this wench, or her stupid idealistic thoughts of stealing her baby. This thought, only made her even more annoyed and her adrenaline seemed to fuel even more power through her. But she wouldn’t give up, not today, not tomorrow.

As she pulled back from the mare, neck arched, she was thinking of her next attack, she spun, away, preventing, the mare to attack her as she moved away, she arched her neck tight to her chest, and her hind legs shot out powerfully, aiming for the chest and neck of the mare, she hoped to the water goddess this blast landed. Because she knew, if it did, the mare could only do so much to block or dodge a hit, and Nimue hoped to the goddess this mare was not the brightest tool in the shed, but then, she was trying to take Amnon, maybe the mare was smarter than Nimue was giving her credit. Maybe she should think a little more of this battle? Maybe a little less on this colt stealing business, but every time she thought of the mare possibly leading her colt away, it fuelled her on, making her lash out stronger, or she hoped, she could only imagine the horror she would have waiting for Amnon.

As she pulled forward, her long pistons pulling her away, she braced herself for the mare’s retaliation, harks pinned, protecting them from her teeth, her good side to the mare as she waited to see what was going on she kept her right side to the mare. She could feel the blood trickling along her cheek, and along her chest, she could feel the sensation of the bruise forming, the agony that first sets in, the oh how did this happen? The tingling sensation, and as she watched the mare, harks pinned she held her head high. She was the Neutral Queen. And most of all, she was Amnon’s mother, this wench of a bloody sheen hue, was not going to take her baby.

Name: Nimue
Breed: Canadian Warmblood x American Paint
Age: 4 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 16 hands
Alliance: Neutral Queen
Mental Health: 90% schizophrenia, and active near water (Will likely not be bothered, due to there is no water near them)
Physical Health: 85% blind in left eye. (This is something she has grown used to and can make up for with other senses?)
bleeding from cheek, and chest is bruised and bleeding.
Terms: Three hits one dodge with three days to reply. If Oublié wins she gets possession of Amnon and Nimue may challenge for him back in two weeks. If Nimue wins Oublié may not attempt to take Amnon again.
Hits:
001. Nimue charges forward, and as she does, she has her head down, but suddenly brings it up intending to grab the mare's windpipe.
002. She simply spins on her forelegs, and kicks out at the mare's chest, intending a full crucial hit to the mare's chest.
Dodges: None
Injuries: 001. Chest bleeding, bruised.
002. Cheek bleeding.

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The wind continued to howl in her ears and the air was rather frigid around her. Oublié had never expressed emotions, even while trying to pry this mother from her foal she felt nothing. She dug her hooves into the ground, being sure to get enough traction beneath her. The ground did hold a delicate sheen of ice but Oublié was accustomed to fighting in this kind of weather. If anything the cold made her feel more alive and alert. Her ears were tucked tightly to her skull beneath her chestnut hued mane. Her sea blue gaze never left the body of her opponent, watching for any potential weaknesses that she could use against her. When their bodies slammed together she winced a little as the collision wasn't a gentle hit. Unfortunately though the mare had only moved back an inch or two and her sharpened enamels missed their mark entirely. She did taste the metallic blood on her tongue due to a bit of flesh that had been ripped from the wench's left cheek; but it wasn't enough. Her hooves lanced her chest but it wasn't a very deep cut and she was disappointed. Perhaps she had gone stale? It had been quite some time since she had fought anyone, but the fight wasn't over yet. Nimue then charged towards her, her neck snaked low to the ground. Upon the minx approaching her Oublié had her counter attack prepared. When Nimue reached up to grab her windpipe Oublié reared, planning to slam her forelimbs upward and uppercut the minx's jaws. She felt her skin sear as Nimue successfully ripped off a large portion of her neck, but thankfully she hadn't been able to get a good hold on her windpipe.

The air was whistling through her ears and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Her sea blue gaze was narrowed into a glare and she was completely focused on Nimue. She didn't want this woman to think that she was just going to be granted this battle. She knew that anger was fueling her and that could cause her to judgement to be clouded. Before her hooves touched down she struck out fiercely, aiming for the mare's nose in hopes of fracturing it. Oublié knew where to aim to hurt this mare and she was determined to not let her leave here today unscathed. When her front hooves finally touched the earth once more she hardly had time to move to the side in order to evade her hind hooves. No noises were uttered when her hooves smacked bluntly against her chest. She gritted her teeth upon the impact and her sharpened enamels bit into her lips, causing them to bleed. She took a wary step forward and noticed how sore the skin was. Thankfully she had just barely gotten out of the way, otherwise that would have been one hell of an injury. Oublié watched as she danced across the ice and an invisible brow arched but otherwise nothing was said, for now. This battle was coming to an end, and Nimue had proved to be a decent adversary. Oublié had learned from her past to never underestimate her opponents, and she was smart to not underestimate Nimue. She was slightly curious as to what it was like to be a mother. It showed that Nimue's mothering nature had come out to battle more so than anything else. It had fueled her through the whole battle and it made Oublié morbidly curious. It was causing her to rethink things, but she knew she could never actually have a child. Oublié wasn't the type of equine to have children, at least not right now. But Nimue had made her re-evaluate things. If she won today she would pry answers from the boy about his mother, as her curiosity towards the wench had risen. With a snap of her tendrils she raised her dial as if in giving the mare a glance of recognition. It was a sign of silent respect, but she wouldn't voice it. Droplets of blood oozed from her flesh as the wound on her neck began to bleed profusely. It would prove to be annoying when it began to heal considering it was right beside her jugular.


Name: Oublié
Breed: Thoroughbred x Hanoverian x Lustiano x Andalusian
Age: 7 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 17 hands
Alliance: Dark
Mental Health: 100%
Physical Health: 93%
Hits:
oo1. Oublié aimed to collide with Nimue and force her backwards. She also bared her ivories and aimed to grab hold of her windpipe in order to lacerate it in hopes of making it bleed and possibly make it hard for her to breathe.
oo2. While half-rearing Oublié aimed her front hooves at Nimue's chest to lacerate it and bruise it. Oublié is hoping that by doing so it will make it painful for the mare to walk.
oo3. When Nimue aimed for her windpipe she reared and brought her knees upward to try to uppercut her jaws. She then sent her front hooves repeatedly toward her nose in an effort to fracture it.
Dodges:
oo1. She moved sideways a bit to try to avoid Nimue's hind hooves but she still made contact.
Injuries:
oo1. Nimue grasped a chunk of her neck relatively close to her windpipe, causing it to bleed profusely.
oo2. Nimue's hooves still made partial contact with her chest causing the skin to purple and bruise and making it slightly painful to walk.
Notes: I used the WE counter this time and didn't count the codes or anything lol.
Tagged: @foxfire with Nimue
Word Count: 730 (Just the post not the codes)
Status: Complete.

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Count 806
Tags --@horsehuggr
Muse -- good
Notes -- Battle words will be UNDER the table! I had help setting it up from fishie and † foREVer †, if it's incorrect, please let me know!

Coming from a land known for it’s winters, the wind nor ice bothered the mare of dun and white, her boa was arched, and the howling winds bothered her none, it was something she knew, something she had once wish did not exist, but now, with the warmer weather of Wild Equines, but still, the cold did not bother the mare, and as she herself charged, she had been sort of pleased with her results, even though it had hurt to lunge into attack mode, she hadn’t bothered to stop.

As she had attacked the mare’s neck she had been disappointed her pearls had not gripped her jugular, but they had grasped the mare’s nape, tearing a good chunk out, more damage there had been done there than she had intended, but all the better for her, she needed to win. As she had bitten into her neck, she felt something impact on her chin, making her jaw ache, she looked at the mare as the mare had upper cut her with her legs, what a wench! But Nimue was ready, that is when she had spun kicking out, she had not taken time to asses the damage to her mouth and maybe that is why she missed? Instead she had lightly tapped the mare! Barely causing damage, at least not in her books, the Dunskin Tovero had felt a small crack on her nose band, a stinging sensation filled her, making her eyes burn, and she gave a hard shake of her head, ignoring the pain. And she knew it wasn’t broken, she had just moved her head, blood dripped from the skin that instead of fracturing the mare had made a long cut on the Neutral Queen’s face.

This was her last attack, it had to count. That was all she could think. Blood dripped heavily from her cheek and chest, the wounds had been opened further in the fight, but she was paying no mind to them. She had to win, her precious lovely son hung on it all, maybe it was time for him to spread his wings so to say, but she didn’t want some wench just reaching in and going ‘oh I like your son, I will take him home’ it always made her just a little more angry, maybe that was a good thing? Or even a bad thing, her mind was still standing strong, she wouldn’t back down, as she lunged forward though, her hooves searched for the mare’s face, maybe give her a fractured nose, Nimue could only hope. Her legs lashed out powerfully, and as she landed she pulled herself back collected, patient, she shifted so she was well out of the mare’s reach, and this had been the agreed condition, three hits one dodge. And that was what had happened. As she wondered to the center, she could now feel blood oozing from her wounds, though all very superficial, or she hoped.

Standing back to calculate her injuries, the mare could feel pain when she opened and closed her mouth, but it was not going to last long likely, she would likely not eat for a few days. Her nose though, bleed hard, along her nose, droplets of blood landed upon the ground she watched it for a moment with her one good eye, how would the wench feel if she found out she had fought a creature with only one eye? Probably pretty annoyed, and if Nimue won, than what? Would the stupid mare challenge for a rematch? As she stood there, she could feel the blood on her cheek almost ooze out like liquid lava, but the cold air did them both one favour, it hardened the blood so that it scabbed faster. The one that hurt the most though… was the one to her chest, it ached, maybe the mare had hit harder, and now that adrenaline had worn off, nothing was the way it should be, the Dunskin eyed her opponent, her harks perked forward as she examined her. Now it was time to find out who the winner was, because Nimue was not just handing her baby over. That was something the mare would sooner die than do, ever. Was it a mother’s love? She could never tell, she loved her baby, and as she stood there, presuming the battle was over she gave a slight tremor, her body ached, from the use of muscles dancing across ice, it had been something she had long not done, from the battle, and in general, she wanted to go home, with her son, and sleep a day away. Knowing Amnon was safe in Tremala woods was something she wanted. And should the water goddess allow, it would happen now, and that mare would never be allowed to touch her little baby again!

Name: Nimue
Breed: Canadian Warmblood x American Paint
Age: 4 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 16 hands
Alliance: Neutral Queen
Mental Health: 90% schizophrenia, and active near water (Will likely not be bothered, due to there is no water near them)
Physical Health: 75% blind in left eye. (This is something she has grown used to and can make up for with other senses?)
bleeding from cheek, and chest is bruised and bleeding.
Bleeding from nazal, a thick cut runs about two to three inches.
Terms: Three hits one dodge with three days to reply. If Oublié wins she gets possession of Amnon and Nimue may challenge for him back in two weeks. If Nimue wins Oublié may not attempt to take Amnon again.
Hits:
001. Nimue charges forward, and as she does, she has her head down, but suddenly brings it up intending to grab the mare's windpipe.
002. She simply spins on her forelegs, and kicks out at the mare's chest, intending a full crucial hit to the mare's chest.
003. Nimue rears up, lashing out with her forelegs hoping to crack the chestnut mare in the face.
Dodges:
001. She moved just a little in time as she had been spinning to buck, so that as Oublie is trying to fracture the nazal bone, it merely cuts her nose instead.
Injuries:
001. Chest bleeding, bruised.
002. Cheek bleeding.
003. Nazal bone fine, but skin above torn. Bleeding severly.
004. Jaw sore from upper cut. Bruised.

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The wench knew that battles weren't just handed to you, you had to earn them. She had known ever since leaving the City of Thrones that this would not be an easy task. Oublié had never been one to lean towards the easier things in life; in fact she enjoyed a good challenge. The cool breeze reminded her of a time well past; a time where she had been hooked up to tubes and had foreign liquids and objects shoved within her body. It hadn't been an easy life, men were always trying to alter her and make her better. Then again there is only so much an equine can take. Her bruised chest was an annoyance, with each breath she felt it and she loathed the wench for it. She was satisfied when her knees made solid contact with her jaws and her bone bracelets rattled atop her cannon bones with the motion. Her hooves had also successfully cut into the bridge of her nose, but she hadn't fractured it. All the same it looked like it was painful and even though she would never know, she hoped it would be. Oublié had most definitely gone stale since her last fight and it made her realize she was out of practice. Her sea blue gaze narrowed when Nimue struck back and Oublié had no choice but to take it. If she could have she probably would have wrenched her head back a bit, but she didn't. She felt the mare's hooves slice into the bridge of her nose and instantly her eyes watered. With a rough snort she landed simultaneously with the mare and backed away. Thankfully it wasn't fractured but the blood had already pooled to the surface of the wound and was beginning to stream down her rose-hued muzzle.

How cute that the mare knew how to play the game 'An eye for an eye.' Oublié didn't give her any facial expressions or any self satisfaction by showing her pain. Her eyes were still a bit blurry though and she bobbed her head once in an attempt to clear her vision. Another snort echoed through the silence around them and blood clots flew from her nostrils, landing on the snow and staining it red. Her thin white blaze was also stained red and her neck wound continued to bleed as well. Fortunately the bleeding had slowed thanks to the cold wind but it still hurt every time she arched her nape. Oublié regarded her cooly; she didn't hate this mare, and a minuscule part of her respected the wench. Any woman that would fight as hard for their child as she did deserved a medal. There was no telling which direction this battle was leaning towards; both were back in their respectful corners of the ring and neither had overstepped their boundaries. Oublié could fight dirty but she didn't break the rules. Three hits and one dodge were the terms and they both had already used their attacks. Now all that was left was to hear the results of the battle. Oublié didn't have nearly as much on the line as Nimue but she imagined she would be somewhat happy if she won. Amnon would be presented to Adolpha in a way to show her loyalty to the City of Thrones and of course the colt would not be harmed. The City had great plans for the youth around Wild Equines, and only the smart ones would realize that. Oublié did respect Nimue, simply because of how fiercely she presented herself on the battlefield. It was then that she decided if she won today she would keep a close eye on Amnon, and would not allow others to mess with him. In a way Oublié was helping Nimue. She had much to teach Amnon, things that would help him prosper later on in life.


Name: Oublié
Breed: Thoroughbred x Hanoverian x Lustiano x Andalusian
Age: 7 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 17 hands
Alliance: Dark
Mental Health: 100%
Physical Health: 75%
Hits:
oo1. Oublié aimed to collide with Nimue and force her backwards. She also bared her ivories and aimed to grab hold of her windpipe in order to lacerate it in hopes of making it bleed and possibly make it hard for her to breathe.
oo2. While half-rearing Oublié aimed her front hooves at Nimue's chest to lacerate it and bruise it. Oublié is hoping that by doing so it will make it painful for the mare to walk.
oo3. When Nimue aimed for her windpipe she reared and brought her knees upward to try to uppercut her jaws. She then sent her front hooves repeatedly toward her nose in an effort to fracture it.
Dodges:
oo1. She moved sideways a bit to try to avoid Nimue's hind hooves but she still made contact.
Injuries:
oo1. Nimue grasped a chunk of her neck relatively close to her windpipe, causing it to bleed profusely.
oo2. Nimue's hooves still made partial contact with her chest causing the skin to purple and bruise and making it slightly painful to walk.
oo3. Nimue successfully made contact with the bridge of her nose. It is not fractured but she has sliced the flesh deeply and it will be sore and continue to bleed profusely.
Notes: This battle can now be judged! Great job @foxfire, I loved your posts (:
Tagged: @foxfire with Nimue
Word Count: 656 (Just the post not the codes)
Status: Complete.

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ooc; This is ready to be judged.

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@foxfire - don't know if you noticed but your table image isn't working in this thread.

If you want to fix it then that is all right =)

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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: Yes

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Roleplayer & Character: @horsehuggr with Oublie
Quality over Quantity: 13
Comments:
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- I think you could work on your wording a bit. It comes across a slightly repetitive.
- The posts were always a good length for the content of what was in them but there were some things that were mentioned that weren't relevant? The posts were also sometimes hard to follow.
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
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- I didn't feel there was any
- No god modeling or power playing that I saw
Realism of Attack: 13.5
Comments:
- A couple didnt seem as realistic as I would think of when two horses fighting in the wild, but pretty close!
- I think your attacks were good, though I think you could have used Oublie's size in the battle more to her advantage
- Both attacks are complex but it's all perfectly capable of being done in one fell swoop.
Attack Compared to Opponent: 14
Comments:
- I think Nimue used her size and played a bit more into her attacks then Oublie
- Good attacks on both ends
- The severity of the attacks were about the same to her opponent's.
Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
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- all filled out and posted each time
- The form was completed as necessary and thoroughly.
Spelling and Grammar: 13
Comments:
- I didn't notice anything major or any spelling errors.
-There were a lot of punctuation errors and some extensive run on sentences. Comma splices, semicolons, and shorter sentences can help.
- You need to work on your grammar a bit.
TOTAL; 83.5


Roleplayer & Character: @foxfire with Nimue
Quality over Quantity: 14
Comments:
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- felt you did good at keeping consistent, however I also think you could do good to try and mix up your wording a bit.
- Lots of run on sentences and it was rather hard to follow in various places. Your posting length was good in comparison to HH's and the content was relevant.
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
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- Not that I could see.
- No god modeling that I saw.
Realism of Attack: 15
Comments:
- The attacks seemed realistic to me and like how some of them would be done in the wild.
- I thought her attacks were good
- Both attacks were realistic.
Attack Compared to Opponent: 14
Comments:
- good attacks on both ends
- I thought your attacks were better, but still think that you could have played it a bit more.
- I feel like your second attack was very lackluster in comparison to HH's second attack and as well as your first attack.
Completion of the Form: 14.5
Comments:
- all filled out and posted each time
- You did not list the terms of the agreement at least once to ensure they were correctly stated between the pair of you.
- The form was always completed as necessary.
Spelling and Grammar: 12.5
Comments:
- Saw some run-on sentences, but didnt see any spelling errors.
- Grammar needs a bit of work
- There were very few spelling errors but there were a couple capitalization errors. Like I said earlier, lots of run on sentences that could be broken up to make the post easier to follow and a bit clearer.
TOTAL; 85

CONGRATS @foxfire with Nimue!

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@horsehuggr

Thank you dear, and I apologize for winning XD
Not really >.>

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No don't apologize! I knew you would win haha your posts were flawless @foxfire

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@horsehuggr but darling! They where flawed!