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E X O D U S

Now these demons have bound you
and they're dragging you back to hell !

Name- Exodus
Breed- Oldenburg x Hanoverian
Age- Four
Gender- Stallion
Height- 16.3hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%



It had been almost three and a half weeks since his battle with the Versai named Castell Nedd. He had been able to walk away from the battle field with only a mild limp thanks to a sprain in his right hind limb. Since then, the ebony hellion had been tending to his injuries with the help of herbs and poultices from The Surgeon while he hung around the decrepit and haunted asylum called Ward XIII. The asylum had become a popular place in the past two weeks as he and the former Helkaer The Surgeon worked around the clock. Viatrix had become busy with a personal mission but she was still around to help here and there. The Surgeon was bitter about losing his position within the brotherhood and Exodus could not blame him. They were all bitter about it. The Brotherhood had lost one of its most elite and instead of allowing the situation to harm the former Helkaer, the Triple Entente were more than willing to spin the tables into their favor. For Exodus, his conflict with the Helkaers now was that they had crossed The Surgeon. The scantily marked hellion held the former brother and the immaculate goddess of war in incredibly high regard. If anyone harmed them or otherwise degraded their status, the second king of Ward XIII had a specific level of torture just for them. No one would ever get away with offending anyone in the Triple Entente. But that was not enough.


A short time after the battle against the Versai had finished, the rulers of the main empire had called for war against the Helkaers. Ward XIII readily joined up with the mother land to further their cause. As soon as the crown holder had sent the invitation for the war hounds to join, Exodus devoured the opportunity. If there was any chance that Exodus could give the Helkaers a piece of his mind and a good bit of his fresh hatred, he would take it. Diavolo had made the orders clear however, those orders came with a price, in Exodus' opinion. Once those within Carnevale Letale began to pick the Helkaer ranks clean, one of the brothers took what did not belong to him. It had been some beast with the pathetic name of Contagious that had stolen The Surgeon. Even when Exodus lived with The Surgeon under Atro City, he had never heard an inkling of this particular brother's existence so Exodus assumed that he was some lazy pompous brute that expected fame and glory to come to him on a silver platter. One of those that never did anything significant or got their hands dirty because my God, how dare he suggest that the remaining Helkaers actually did something. Emerald orbs rolled around within their sockets at the ludicrous thought that the Helkaers would ever do anything of great significance. Their acceptance of the invitation to war was not any sort of grand valor because even the Versai would accept such an invitation. Any individual or group would because if they wanted to hold onto the fringes of their reputation which in Wild Equines, it was key to anyone's success. Accepting the invitations to battles and fights were insignificant as well. Anyone would do that. But the significance of it all was that Carnevale Letale was making a clear statement that they would be more than a thorn in anyone's side. This was just the tip of the iceberg!

The onyx knight had been waiting for the Helkaer brother to appear for several hours. The lean member of the Triple Entente chuckled under his breath as he meandered around the battle grounds while he waited for the brother to appear. If his opponent felt that biding his time would find some prickle under Exodus' skin, he would be in for a surprise. The secondary king was still livid that someone wanted to take The Surgeon but he could harness his temper back in just enough for his patience to allow him to wait. Jade spheres shifted over the terrain in search of someone. Hell he had no idea what the brute looked like but that is what happened when the rest of society did not have a fucking clue as to who you were. For anyone in Carnevale Letale, let alone the sub-harems, to know who anyone was they had to be of a high caliber level. Exodus had personally lived with the Helkaers and he had never once heard of this guy.

'Clearly nothing to fear there. The pathetic imbeciles aren't even aware of each other because they refuse to splatter themselves with the blood, bile, and amniotic fluids of their victims. This bastard should've been gutted from his mother's caverns before he ever dropped.' Exodus was only mildly annoyed that he had to put up with some Helkaer, who were all supposed to be feared and weapons of mass destruction, that he had never heard of before. And Exodus was sure that just like all of the other Helkaers, this guy would demand all of his respect upon first glance. Fuck that and fuck him. This guy was clearly no one and that's all he would ever be, at least to Exodus. 'Go ahead 'Contagion', come out and play whenever you're ready. I'll wait to see what sort of pathetic rotting mess you are before I torture you for the rest of your deplorable life.' Exodus mused to himself while he waited. This would be bloodily easy.

word count | 949
music | bones exposed - of mice & men, oak island album - our last night
notes | this was finished on january 12th.
battle terms | two hits, one dodge, four days to reply in between.
purpose | this battle is for the surgeon of ward XIII. if exodus wins, the surgeon is set free. if toxic wins, he takes the surgeon.

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Name- Toxic/Contagious
Breed- Quarab
Age- 5 yrs
Gender- Male
Height- 16.3
Alliance- Unallianced/Dark
Health- 100%

Toxic wasn't the type of stallion that would just sit on the sidelines and watch things as they started to happen. He wasn't a bloodthirsty maniac either, but he was Helkaer. Toxic was cold and calculating, a planner, and more suitable to war than most equines his age. More than likely because he had been born into war, trained into a war horse by humans. His first equine war had surprisingly gone by quite well, not losing one battle, that led up to his cockiness. Toxic was a psychopath, a monster, and unstoppable. He was slowly working his way up in ranks, to hopefully one day have Romeo won over. Toxic had many plans for the Helkaer, but war had not been his original plan. He had worked his way up on bringing terror into mare's lives, but now it was time to install fear in the male gender. Toxic suspected this war would end quickly when his enemies realized what they were dealing with. Toxic also suspected that the Helkaers were slacking, it was now time to pick up their game, and show who really was top dog. This war would help him practice, and everyone needed practice. In other words, Toxic was more than confident of his ability to win. His opponent was more than likely a loser, that if even possible, Toxic would do the honor of ending his miserable life. Toxic had an unnatural craving for death recently, craving to sink his teeth into flesh. It was always exciting when he caused others pain, even more exciting when it was death. But, Toxic was smart, and knew death would not be the outcome in this case. He had been in the battlefield once before, fighting a pretty mare named Russia, evil little bitch who thought she could better him. But, she had learned soon enough who was on top.

The battlefield smelled of death and blood, a few rotting corpses could be seen. His face muscles worked together to pull his lips back into a vicious smile, a smile of the damned. The place was hot and dry, hardly comparable to Krieg Partei. His home was covered in snow and much more dangerous than it was in the summertime. The dust filled his nostrils, irritating him and forcing him to snort and expel the contents every few minutes. But, he had an opponent to fight and he wasn't one to let dust bother him. The land was a bad place to have a battlefield, but he supposed it got the job done.

Toxic rolled his eyes in irritation, where the hell was his opponent? He had no idea what Exodus looked like. He flared his nostrils, bringing in a new scent. Toxic could not smell anyone else, he assumed this had to be his opponent. He forced himself to move at a fast trot, his face showing no signs of emotion as the other stallion came into view. His opponent was black, none of them would benefit in this heat. His pelt already gleamed with sweat, but Toxic had not wasted any of his energy yet. It seemed his opponent had recently participated in a battle before him, perhaps Toxic would use it to his advantage. "Ah, not what I was expecting." A small but hesitant laugh escaped his lips. A laugh that was mainly pure insanity, but Toxic really had no care in the world. His opponent would be easy to take down and bend to his will. He had made arrangements already though, and new the outcome of him winning this war would be him keeping The Surgeon. And, what a prize that was! He knew all too well that keeping The Surgeon was vital to this war. He knew that angering his enemies was just a part of war, and Toxic wanted to make his enemies furious. "I was hoping for someone that would make this difficult," a smirk appeared on his face. Toying with his opponent would only make him more angry and bloodthirsty. Toxic was prepared to use that weakness to his advantage. With one big push of energy, Toxic sprang forward. His audits flattened, putting all his energy into striking out with his front pillars. He was aiming for the chest, he could only hope to make contact. If he did make contact, Toxic was willing to bet it would cause some significant damage. With the energy he had left, Toxic whipped around to the stallions side. With his teeth bared, Toxic aimed to grab a good chunk of flesh anywhere he could, knowing it would cause a lot of pain. His two attacks were finished with, Toxic could hardly think about the damage that would be done to him. Not that he really cared, no pain no gain, as the saying went.

Word Count: 807
Muse: Eh
Attack one: He aimed at Exodus's chest with his front pillars
Attack two: He aimed to grab ahold of what he could if anything
Injuries: Yet to be decided
Notes: Sorry, its crap.
Purpose: If Toxic wins he gets The Surgeon, If he loses Exodus gets The Surgeon
Terms: Two hits, One dodge and four days to reply

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

[aliyaah]

The four days has passed so Ashy technically wins by forfeit. Unless Ashy, you want to allow it to continue, but it's ultimately up to you.

[Deleted]

Well If I agree to Default, I'll have two more weeks, and with my computer still broken.. I'll have two weeks to get it figured out. So, I'll be claiming default.

[A z z y]

So surgeon remains with toxic?

[Deleted]

Correct