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This battle would mark the third time Reth had graced these lands, and with the way things were going, she doubted that this would be her last. It was early morning, and the sun was just stretching over the horizon, marking the sky with reds and golds. The Queen of Dark Woods held her head high as she strode across the familiar territory, but her confident demeanor was just that - a demeanor. On the inside, Reth's emotions were in turmoil, and for the first time, she was struggling to keep her focus. Often times, it was hard to picture the logical mare as having emotions considering she rarely showed them to anyone, and that included her close family and friends. However, it had only been a few weeks ago that her barrel had been swollen with twins, and her father had been alive. She had recently given birth to them approximately two weeks ago, a filly and a colt, in the midst of a vicious wolf attack. It had been a random incident. Wolves in Dark Woods had been fairly common, but after Andromeda and Sthenelus had perished in another attack, she and her father had attacked them in the cave that they made their home in. They had both thought that the wolves had gone for good, but they had both misjudged the claim. Another harsh winter had brought the savage beasts to the heart of their territory in search of food. Reth grimly wondered what might have been had she not been in labor that day ... if the blood had not attracted the beasts to her location ... then her father might still be alive. She let out a slow sigh as she continued walking, making sure she was deep into the Battlegrounds. Oddly enough, the grounds seemed more crowded than they had been the last times she'd been here. Her curiosity peaked at this, wondering if something was going on and she had missed it, but she dismissed it as soon as it came. Her only business today was to deal with Milton and to win back Strife. She did not know the mare well - she often kept to herself, but she was a member of Dark Woods, and she was Reth's half-niece. Reth normally would have felt angry at the fact that more and more horses were stealing from her herd, but the shock of her father's death and the remaining hormones from her pregnancy had dulled her rage. The two newborn babies she had left back home continued to crop up in her thoughts as she walked, wondering if they were okay without their mother, if they were safe and if they were doing well. Reth was aware that she carried the gene to produce multiples because of her father, so having twins had not surprised her as much as it would another mare. They were beautiful babies. Vojorn, the girl, was a seal bay dun tobiano, and the boy, Ziegen, had come out a chimera, his pelt decorated with blue roan, smoky cream, silver dapple, and white. She hated to leave them home alone, but she had to fight this battle, she had to protect her own, she had to ... Reth started when she realized that she had been wandering without realizing where she had been going. She halted and glanced around, noticing that she had come to the opposite border of the Battlegrounds. Off in the distance, she could see the Free land of the Unclaimed Hearts. Snorting at herself for becoming so distracted, she decided that here would be as good of a place as any to do a battle. The ground was dry and cracked, as it was throughout the Battlegrounds, however, there were no obstacles to get in the way of their fight. Perhaps it was a bit too easy, but at this point, Reth was going to aim for easy. She was not in the best fighting shape after being pregnant with twins for eleven months, and her hips and barrel were still rounded with baby fat. She had not lost all of her muscles, though, she had still exercised and trained as much as she could while she had been pregnant, but the last couple of months, she had stopped. Looking back, she had been confused on why she was so hungry and so tired and so sick with this baby while she hadn't been with Lashka, but now she knew it was because she had been carrying two lives in her womb, not just one. This battle would do good to get her back into shape and see what areas she was lacking in, but only if she could keep herself focused. Lateralus is dead. She told herself. And he is okay. It was not your fault. She should not blame herself, it was stupid, it was illogical, but she couldn't help feeling that she was at fault. If she had not been in labor, if she had been somewhere else entirely, if it had been someone else who'd answered the call ... There are a million possibilities, Reth! She snapped at herself. There are a million things that could have been done differently, but none of them were. What's done is done. Lateralus is fine, and the babies are fine too. If you want to teach this stallion a lesson, then you need to stop being so scatterbrained. It's what got you in this mess in the first place. Reth gave herself a very violent shake, in an attempt to banish all of the distracting thoughts in her head. She could not lose this. She had won the last one against Ra'Zac, and she could win this one too. She could bring Strife back home. Name- Reth Breed- Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Appendix Quarter Horse Age- Eight Gender- Female Height- 16 hands Alliance- Unallianced Health- 95% physically - recovering from wolf attack and giving birth to twins | 90% mentally - recovering from her father's death Terms- Three hits, one dodge, five days to reply, winner gets Strife, played by Kal Hits- one two three Dodges- one Attacks- None Injuries- None muse good count 976 notes Strife was stolen before Milton was a Helkaer, which is why Reth knows him as Milton. status complete tagged @semperfiesty Speech staff edit: image removed due to not having propper credits on the image.

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He knew this day was coming, it wasn't going to be long before the lead bitch of the Dark Woods realized the pretty mare was gone from her bed. No longer tucked in nice and warm under the blankets with the teddy bear curled up under her arms, bed time stories hadn't been told and the loving embrace right before going down for the night had been missing for a few weeks now. Instead the mare's resting spot had changed into something a bit more tropical something that could be seen as a paradise if it weren't for the dangerous undertone the land carried, maybe it was the fact that the plants that grew from the sod were carnivorous and the occasional trespasser tended to never leave.
Flicking his long two toned tail effortlessly against his dappled barrel the young Helkaer continued on his walk to the Battle Grounds, it wasn't every day that he got to visit these wonderful ground but he had a feeling that he would be seeing much, much more of them coming up. He knew that the black bastard Baron wasn't going to let him rest for raping his daughter and leaving her with an unwanted child, but that was fine by him defeating the great and powerful Baron would add even more fame to the list that he was creating. Make his name even more well known than it was starting to be. When others heard Milton was going to be around it was like everyone was crying about hiding their children and hiding their wives.
It didn't take long for the young stallion to get to the Battle Grounds as there was so much adrenaline pumping through his veins, this wasn't his first battle. But he definitely didn't have as many under his belt as he thought he would have, or even as many as he could have at the time being. At two years old though he was still young and the fact he was running his own herd as a member of the Helkaer brotherhood Milton didn't think he was doing too badly for himself. As of yet he only knew of one child for sure coming on the way, possibly two if he did the job right with the little mare named Shattered...who turned out to be a member of the Dark Woods as well he wasn't going to offer up that information to the grulla bitch though, that would stay tucked away deep in his mind for future reference when he went to go get his children back.
Oddly enough the mare seemed to have tucked herself all the way across the Battle Grounds, nearly in the Unclaimed Hearts as she stood there, the gentle breeze picking at the tips of her dark tresses as she waited for him. Flashing a quick smile her way the stallion trotted over to his position, far enough away from her that he had a moment or two to think out his first attack against the mare. She seemed a bit exhausted and Milton almost felt bad for having to fight the broad, but it meant getting to keep his prize and her being tired and sore would be a good advantage to him considering the scars on her frame gave sign that she had experience fighting.
"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." His deep lyrics rang out sarcastically into the breeze that shifted around them, the stallion didn't really care how long he had kept her waiting. Not to mention he had no idea she had newborns waiting on her back home as if he did know he would be taking it easy on the bitch and possibly even give up the mare, Strife, just so she could go home. Judging the mare's size for a moment or two Milton quickly decided on the move that he thought hoped would be the most effective in getting her on the ground quick before she could injure him any. Without much of any kind of warning the stallion leapt forward, moving at a quick pace towards the mare who stood a little shorter than he did, his smoky velvets pulled back to show off his still fairly clean ivories. After today he planned to have them blood stained and maybe even a little cracked after they clashed against her flesh and bone. Growing closer to the mare the younger stallion lashed out with his daggers hoping and praying they would collide with some part of her body and cause at least some damage while his muscular nape snuck out in a very snake like manner to hopefully sink his ivories into the soft, warm flesh that covered her frame. Milton was honestly hoping to hit along her chest and shoulder area as that would leave her limping for quite some time, but he was almost expecting her to move and he would be stuck striking at her barrel.
As soon as his daggers hit the blood stained ground he was moving again, dancing away from her in a circle away from her hind limbs and any teeth that could be thrown at him in retaliation.

"SPEECH"
[Tag;; + ebonite + w. Reth]
[Words;; 8-8-8]
[Muse;; Kill Your Heros – AWOLNATION ]
[Notes;; :3 I'm excited! ]
Name- Milton (Osiris)
Breed- Shire X Belgian X Vladimir Draft X Thoroughbred X Lusitano X Appaloosa x Welsh Cob x Friesian
Age- Two
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17.2 hands
Alliance- Helkaer
Health- 100% physically | 20% mentally - Kleptomania, Depersonalization Disorder, Grandiose Delusions (Delusional Disorder)
Terms- Three hits, one dodge, five days to reply, winner gets Strife, played by Kal

Hits- one two three
Dodges- one
Attacks- 1.) Ran at her lashing out with hooves hoping to hit her chest and upper legs, biting in hopes to catch a shoulder or base of neck.
Injuries- None

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The air was chilly this morning, but Reth figured it would be the perfect temperature for a battle. Normally, she would have been eager to fight and get back in shape after pregnancy, but she felt rather dull and apathetic toward it. She had no idea how to contend with her emotions. It was likely that she was experiencing postpartum depression, but proud as she was, she would not seek help for the black cloud that had settled upon her. She sighed, watching the breath puff out from her muzzle. Glancing up again, she watched as a figure approached her. This must be Milton, she figured, for there were no other fighters anywhere near her. He was a dappled gray and from this distance, she could tell that he was taller than her. As he came closer, she noted that he was six inches taller than she was, and that was very, very young. Reth was not young anymore, and she was aware of the fact, but she felt she was in her prime here, at this moment. Milton appeared to be barely old enough to participate in this battle, and there were no tell-tale scars to show that he'd fought someone in the Battlegrounds before. That boosted Reth's confidence significantly. Of course, he could have had training or something of the sort, but sometimes training did not appropriately prepare one for the real thing. 'Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long.' His sarcastic lyrics rang in the space between them. Reth twitched an ear, but said nothing. She did not, and would never, respond to anyone in the Battlegrounds or make any attempt at conversation. She was not here to exchange pleasantries or insults with Milton. She was here to fight him and take back what was hers. He could chatter if he wanted to, but he would be talking to himself. Without any preamble, Reth watched as Milton's form charged right for her, lashing out with his hooves. She pinned her ears to the back of her head, baring her teeth in defiance as he came closer. She attempted to back away from him a couple of steps, but did not do so in time. His hooves lashed at the flesh in her chest, bruising and tearing skin. The sudden agony left her breathless, and it only got worse when Milton's teeth dug into the base of her neck, ripping a fair sized gash that bled profusely as soon as Milton let go. Reth was left standing in shock for several seconds as blood trickled down her leg, her eyes wide and mouth open. She stared at the gray stallion without seeing him - instead reliving the moment one of the wolves had torn open her father, watching all the blood cover his body, as she laid on the ground helpless as the contractions took hold. It was several more seconds before she came to, and by then, Milton had already escaped a fair distance away. He was watching her like a hawk, waiting for her to make her move. She felt helpless and dead inside, her poor riddled mind slow and sluggish. I don't know what to do. It cried. She took a step forward and found that she was able to walk. There, that's good. It was her turn to attack now. Think, damn you, think! The fact that she was so scatterbrained had unsettled her to the point of panic. She was used to being the one who had it all together. She was used to being the constant. She would never change - everything else around her did. But not this time. This time, she was the one who was losing it. Taking several deep breaths, she stared at Milton intently, working out on a way for her to attack. He was larger than her, and it was obvious that he had some draft lineage in him. That meant that he could hit harder, but could dodge slower. Reth had to somehow take away the fact that he could hit harder, and because she could not tear out his teeth, she would have to go for his legs. She took in one more deep breath and took off, exhaling as she went. Her wounds throbbed with every step, but the pain was not enough to stop her. She first aimed for his left side and then feinted, changing to his right. However, she did not attack his front leg. Instead, she skidded past him and stopped, reaching out to bite down on his rear leg with as much strength as she could muster. She began to retreat then, but not before kicking out strongly with her back legs at his barrel for good measure. The pain in her wounds had dulled out as adrenaline took over, and she panted, watching Milton and hoping that her attack had effected him. Aiming for his back leg had been the better plan, because if she managed to damage it, it would painful for him to both kick out and rear up. If not, she would try something else. The battle had just begun and Reth felt her focus coming back now. She was furious with herself for being so distracted. She would not let Milton injure her so easily next time. Name- Reth Breed- Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Appendix Quarter Horse Age- Eight Gender- Female Height- 16 hands Alliance- Dark Health- 85% physically - recovering from wolf attack and giving birth to twins; chest and base of neck injuries | 90% mentally - recovering from her father's death Terms- Three hits, one dodge, five days to reply, winner gets Strife, played by Kal. Hits- one two three Dodges- one Attacks- 1) Ran at Milton, skidded alongside of him, and stopped before reaching down to bite his rear right leg, and then kicked at his barrel with her rear legs as she retreated. Injuries- 1) Cuts and bruising on her chest from Milton's hooves 2) Two inch gash at the base of her neck from Milton's teeth. muse good count 899 notes me too :3 status complete tagged @semperfiesty Speech

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It was almost as if the mare didn't see the large grey beast barreling towards her, her eyes seemed to be glazed over a bit as she stared off into space and for a moment Milton felt bad for the broad. He was going to knock her the hell out before she even realized they were in a fight. But as his daggers were pounding on her flesh the feeling of pity dissipated and was quickly replaced by the adrenaline of the fight. He could almost feel his frame shaking with excitement as his ivories closed in on the tender flesh near her neck, the soft flesh giving away under the pressure and the metallic taste of her blood filling his mouth was enough to drive anyone crazy.
Dancing away the dappled stallion's pale orbs surveyed the damage done to her pretty, yet scarred pelt. The red that was slowly beginning to pool and drip it's way down her chest and onto the ground that sucked it up almost as eagerly as a foal nursing from it's dam. The grounds they stood on now had been doing this for years and years, sucking up the spilled blood of anyone and everyone who happened to take a step on to the reddened soil. A shiver passed over his dappled frame and suddenly he didn't want his hooves to touch the ground any more, some of the blood that had been spilled onto these grounds wasn't worthy of him being anywhere near it or his blood intermingling with it. But then, there was also the blood of the greats spilled on these lands too, Snowfire, Arizona, even his father's own blood. It was an honor to be able to fight on the same lands as those who he strove to be better than. Shaking his tarnished crown the stallion allowed his pools to flick away from the ground back up to the mare who seemed to have just snapped out of her own daze, a curse slid from his kissers in a tone so low he could hardly hear it. The mare had been in a trance as well he could have very likely used that to his advantage and gone at her again, causing even more damage before she could even touch him.
But what was done was done and now it was her go.
Steel harks flicked back and forth anxiously on the taller stallion's crown as he watched the slightly smaller mare carefully, something about the way she seemed to slip out of reality so quickly and dissapear for a while worried Milton. Who knew what was going through her mind when she left, or even what her body would do when she seemed to have no control over it. He watched as her darkly splashed limbs struck out forward, coming towards him at a fairly quick rate of speed, her dark pools locked on his left side as if she was sizing him up trying to figure out just how to angle her body correctly to make the most damage when she finally struck. Flicking his harks back the dappled stallion took a swift side step to the side with his forelimbs so that way she would be going for the tough skin and muscle that stretched over his shoulder instead of whatever soft, tender skin it was she was looking for.
It wasn't until it was too late that Milton realized how much of a mistake he had made in moving himself as suddenly the darker mare changed her stride and went at his right thigh with such a ferociousness that it nearly knocked his balance off, searing pain flashed through his limb as the mare's ivories sank into his muscle. Bitch knew what she was doing as it would now be quite uncomfortable to to any kind of attacks that would require the use of his hind limbs. But she wasn't done just yet, as she released his limb she skittered off to the side just enough that when she tossed out her well-working hind limb she was able to scrape her dagger against his rib cage. Luckily for him that didn't do as much damage as it could have and would just bruise up, once again making movement more of a chore than something effortless.
Snarling the stallion's charcoaled velvets pulled back to reveal cracked and bloody ivories as his harks slammed back into his skull. Grinding his ivories against each other the stallion turned towards the mare, the adrenaline rushing through his veins making the pain from the laceration on his right thigh nearly unnoticeable as he trotted towards her, pulling a similar fake out that she had, but twisting it around a bit, the stallion continued forward, making it look like he was going to rear up on the mare and strike out with his forelimbs at the top of her head and her neck. But at the last minute he spun around and kicked out with his hind limbs once again hoping to hit anywhere on the mare from either her face to her chest. The pain that washed over the stallion's body from the sudden tearing of his hind limb was immense and the only way he was able to stop himself from squealing out loud was to chomp down on his tongue so hard he could taste the blood mixing in with his saliva and lingering over his taste buds.


"SPEECH"
[Tag;; + ebonite + w. Reth]
[Words;; 9-2-5]
[Muse;; Pazi Sta Radis – Sky Wikluh ]
[Notes;; I'm not quite sure I like this post, but it'll do~ ]


Name- Milton (Osiris)
Breed- Shire X Belgian X Vladimir Draft X Thoroughbred X Lusitano X Appaloosa x Welsh Cob x Friesian
Age- Two
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17.2 hands
Alliance- Helkaer
Health- 93% physically | 20% mentally - Kleptomania, Depersonalization Disorder, Grandiose Delusions (Delusional Disorder)
Terms- Three hits, one dodge, five days to reply, winner gets Strife, played by Kal

Hits- one two three
Dodges- one
Attacks- 1.) Ran at her lashing out with hooves hoping to hit her chest and upper legs, biting in hopes to catch a shoulder or base of neck.
2.) Faked Reth out making her think he was going to rear up on her, but last minute switched over to bucking in efforts to catch her chin, face, or chest.
Injuries-
1.) Jagged gash on back right thigh, will bleed for a while and be painful to move once the adrenaline from the battle wears off. Won't heal nicely due to location and will leave a scar.
2.) Scrape across ribs, nothing serious, will bruise over and be tender.

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Milton's snarl is what ultimately gave Reth her focus back. Time seemed to slow and she could hear every inhale and exhale of her breath, and every beat of her heart pounded in her ear drums. She passed her tongue over her lips and tasted the iron of Milton's blood with relish. It was not that she enjoyed the taste of blood; it was the fact that her attack had successfully landed. She did not know where or how damaging it had been, but it had hit. Not completely useless after all. She mused. Her head twisted as she tried to get a good look at the damage she'd done, and chuckled in pleasure to herself at the sight of the jagged gash in his thigh. However, her pleasure did not last. Milton wasted no time in launching his second attack, but this time, he would not get the benefit of her being distracted. Her gaze was pinned firmly on him, and it did not waver. He continued to trot toward her, and she braced herself for what he had planned. Did he want to aim for her current injuries in an attempt to make them worse? She gritted her teeth at the thought of his teeth or hooves digging into the gash at the base of her neck, nearly wincing at the imagined agony. Her eyes narrowed, trying to figure out what his aim was in the tense few seconds before he reached her. Was he going to bite, or was he going to lash out with his hooves? She had injured his leg a fair bit, and she imagined that it hurt even to walk. Would he risk rearing up? Surely he couldn't be stupid enough to damage himself further? Reth danced back a couple of paces as he came closer and as she watched, he did the worst thing possible with a hind leg injury - he kicked out with his hind legs. That was a bad move. She thought, watching his hooves fly toward her. She nearly avoided the entirety of his attack with her dodge, but the tips of his hooves managed to scrape against the top of her chest. It was not nearly enough to make her wince, and as soon as his attack had finished, Reth made her own. She let out a hiss as the sudden movement pulled against the gash painfully, but she did not hesitate. Milton's back was facing toward her after he had completed his own attack and Reth took advantage. This time, she propelled herself foward and into his left hindquarter, reaching out with her teeth to tear at his other hind limb. Makes it more symmetrical. She thought dryly. However, this time she was not going to let go of his leg. If she managed to grab a hold of it in her jaws, she was going to cling on and dig them deeper and deeper into his flesh. He needed to be taught that she and her herd was not to be messed with. She would prove to this whelp that stealing a herd member of hers resulted in punishment. Reth's herd members were not trophies to her - not bodies that simply occupied the lands and raised her statistics. She cared about them deeply, even if she was terrible about showing it. They were her responsibility and she had made a promise to take care of them and protect them the moment she agreed to become their leader. She intended to keep that promise until the day she drew her last breath. Name- Reth Breed- Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Appendix Quarter Horse Age- Eight Gender- Female Height- 16 hands Alliance- Unallianced Health- 80% physically - recovering from wolf attack and giving birth to twins; chest and base of neck injuries | 90% mentally - recovering from her father's death Terms- Three hits, one dodge, five days to reply, winner gets Strife, played by Kal. Hits- one two three Dodges- one Attacks- 1) Ran at Milton, skidded alongside of him, and stopped before reaching down to bite his rear right leg, and then kicked at his barrel with her rear legs as she retreated. 2) Lunged at Milton while his back was turned from his second attack, and aimed to bite down on his left rear leg this time. If attack is successful, she will bite down on the leg and not let go. Injuries- 1) Cuts and bruising on her chest from Milton's hooves 2) Two inch gash at the base of her neck from Milton's teeth. 3) Small scrapes toward the top of her chest from Milton's hooves. muse good count 609 notes none status complete tagged @semperfiesty Speech staff edit: image removed due to not having propper credits on the image.

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He had screwed up.
As soon as his hind legs left the ground the stallion knew that he had fucked up majorly by bucking out at the earth toned mare. Shots of pain tore through his dappled body like bullets flying from the barrel of a twenty two, curses fell from his smoky velvets as he stood there for just a moment his tarnished crown hanging limp when he saw the mare's ebony dipped limbs begin moving towards him, just that slight twitch of a muscle gave her away, he had one chance and one chance only to get away from the death grip that her ivories would have upon his body.
Taking a quick side step towards his injured side the stallion allowed another string of curses to fall from his velvets. He likely should have gone down the path to become a sailor of sorts rather than a Helkaer with the way the filthy words were falling with such ease. It was then that the mare collided with him, her shoulder rammed directly into the backside of his hip, on his un-injured side. "Fuckin' bitch." The two words were slung off of his tongue with enough venom to make even the strongest of the strong cringe. The only thing this dark colored mare was doing was keeping him from being able to ravish her lovely herd member at this point, the idea of sending the bitch home with his seed planted in her pretty white topped body was beginning to grow stronger and stronger as the anger grew within his own body. Moon hued harks slammed back against his skull as the gears in his gray matter rolled over and over again, trying to come up with a sufficient counter attack that wouldn't end in him tearing one of the important tendons in his leg and leaving him with a limp worse than an old man's.
This was the very first fight that actually had an outcome. Those childish tussles with his siblings had taught him a few things but none of them ever made a point of injuring the other, the grown up world was insane and nearly enough to make him crawl back to Tomorrowland. He would still be famous, a famous pussy for not being able to hold his own against a broad who had been zoned out to the whole damn world for the first five minutes of the battle. Milton didn't realize how very lucky he had been able to get in the damage he had done to her then. Blinking pallid pools over his pale greens once the young stallion snapped himself out of the thoughts and focused again on the task at hand.
Destroying this bitch and getting her family member pregnant.
As he looked up to focus his pools on the mare who had continued running past him after colliding with his hip. She was a fair distance off and he would have to find some way to get closer to her without overdoing his back leg again and permanently damaging himself. Before he could stand here any longer and leave himself more vulnerable than he already was, Milton's long steel limbs struck out carrying him outwards from where the mare stood. Moving himself in a pattern that could only be described as a circle the young Helkaer judged the mare carefully, this was his last attack and he wanted to make a move that she would never forget. Something that would rock her world and leave her pelt with a disfiguring scar that even her mate wouldn't be able to look at without his nose curling up. Shaking his cranium slightly the stallion decided he didn't want to do something that would destroy her life, not over something as simple as a broad he stole from her. Now...if she had taken something of his there would be a different story, but this whole battle was due to his greed and desire to have something as pretty as the green eyed beauty in his land. The final attack would simply be something to throw the mare off her game a little, possibly even break a few minor bones.
Snorting the dappled stallion bit his tongue, preparing himself for the pain that was about to tear through his hind limb that the bitch had sank her teeth into. Turning sharply as he reached her side the stallion picked up speed, his easy ground eating trot turning into a canter that would cause any well trained dressage horse to grow jealous. When he was a stride or two away the stallion flicked his harks back against his moon colored skull once more, hiding his ears away from any retaliation that might come from the creature due to his immense closeness to her. Sucking in a breath the stallion lengthened his last stride a bit and collided into what he hoped was the dark mare's side. A silent prayer was sent up into the air to whatever deity it was that was watching over his demonic being, that the broad would end up on the ground gasping for air. The sound of his flesh slamming into her's would be music to his ears and the hopeful sound of a rib or two snapping with the impact would be like the lyrics.
Back legs slid forward as the stallion pulled himself to a quick halt, not wanting to run over the broad if he did manage to get her on the ground.


"SPEECH"
[Tag;; + ebonite + w. Reth]
[Words;; 9-3-5]
[Muse;; Emimenm ]
[Notes;; I thiiink you reply once more and then I post up with the final injuries and it's done? -bows- May the odds be ever in your favor.]

Name- Milton (Osiris)
Breed- Shire X Belgian X Vladimir Draft X Thoroughbred X Lusitano X Appaloosa x Welsh Cob x Friesian
Age- Two
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17.2 hands
Alliance- Helkaer
Health- 90% physically | 20% mentally - Kleptomania, Depersonalization Disorder, Grandiose Delusions (Delusional Disorder)
Terms- Three hits, one dodge, five days to reply, winner gets Strife, played by Kal

Hits- one two three
Dodges- one
Attacks- 1.) Ran at her lashing out with hooves hoping to hit her chest and upper legs, biting in hopes to catch a shoulder or base of neck.
2.) Faked Reth out making her think he was going to rear up on her, but last minute switched over to bucking in efforts to catch her chin, face, or chest.
3.) Cantered towards her side in hopes that the collision would knock her air out and break a rib or two, if not just knock her to the ground.
Injuries-
1.) Jagged gash on back right thigh, will bleed for a while and be painful to move once the adrenaline from the battle wears off. Won't heal nicely due to location and will leave a scar.
2.) Scrape across ribs, nothing serious, will bruise over and be tender
3.) Bruised up hip from the collision caused by his dodge.
Dodges-
1.) Moved to the side just enough that instead of Reth's teeth connecting with his body her shoulder rammed against his hip.

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Unfortunately, Reth's teeth did not close on the flesh of Milton's leg, and instead snapped on empty air. However, she did feel the his hip bone collide into her as she ran and the collision threw off her balance. She stumbled and managed to get her footing, but she wasted a few precious seconds as she did so. Her shoulder throbbed from where it had hit Milton's hip and she winced, though she was thankful that it was on the opposite side of her neck injury. She continued to flee from him, as far as she could manage to go. If he was as injured as she suspected he was, getting as far away as possible was her best strategy. She was breathing heavily, but her mind was clearer than it had been in weeks. She felt alive. Milton's various curses fell on deaf ears, but she did pick up the one specifically aimed for her, 'Fuckin' bitch.' It was spat with so much venom that Reth was slightly alarmed at his capacity of hatred for someone he barely kenw. Oh, did I piss you off? She remarked dryly, though she refrained from saying it out loud. Speaking was a distraction, and she did not want to waste time or energy trying to form the words. In a battle, every second counted. Reth was lucky that Milton had not retaliated while she'd been making her escape and trying to win over her footing. She suspected that his injury was making it difficult for him, and she was very interested at what he had in store for her in his next attack. His rearing had been a terrible mistake, and she hoped for his sake (and the sake of his own body), that he had learned as much. Once she felt she was a fair distance away, she turned and faced Milton - or where she had thought he was. He had since moved and was coming toward her. She braced herself for an attack, but he diverted his steps away from her and went into a circling pattern instead. Reth narrowed her eyes at him as she watched him circle. Come on, Helkaer. She goaded him. Pah. Helkaer. A useless title for a useless stallion. One did not gain herd members by stealing from others. That was the lesson he was going to learn today. Reth bared her teeth as Milton turned sharply and cantered toward her. Was he going to rear? Bite? Reth twisted her neck to the right, shielding that part of her body from him, but he opted for neither option. Instead, Milton failed to stop in his canter and collided right into her. It drove the breath from her lungs with a sharp huff, but instead of standing rigid, Reth allowed her body to roll with the blow. She hit the ground hard, and remained there for several seconds as a dizzy spell fell over her. Her vision cracked with colors as she heaved in oxygen. She stood back up on shaky legs, though she was purposely trying to look weaker than she actually was. She made sure her breath rattled audibly and she winced as she flexed her shoulders (though that one was not entirely unwarranted). She blinked as she stood up, the dusty air wreathing around the two of them. Milton was standing rather close to her, though she noticed that he had stopped so he hadn't run her over. You should have kept going and trampled me. She thought critically. So many mistakes! She hoped he was learning something from this. Giving herself a quick once-over, she noted that she had several scrapes along her side from her fall, and her side was bruised over and hot to the touch from the impact. Breathing was painful, so she judged that he had bruised her ribs, if not fractured at least one, but she could bear it long enough to make her last attack. With the speed of a snake, Reth whirled her rear end to him and sent out a vicious kick aimed specifically for his untouched face - though she would be satisfied to feel her hooves connect with any part of him. Perhaps she should have been more creative and thoughtful with her last attack, but by this point, she was exhausted, and worried about her children. Now that the battle was over, Reth let herself relax. Her tensed muscles themselves seemed to sigh in relief as she released the tension in them. The injuries she'd sustained mostly consisted of bruises and scrapes, which was not bad, considering they would heal within a couple of weeks. The gash at her neck was what she was most worried about, as that injury was most prone to infection and re-tearing. She would have to keep an eye on it. More than likely it would scar over, but Reth's scars were her trophies. Whether or not she won or lost today, she had learned from this battle, and her next one would go far better because of it. Reth said nothing to Milton, but gave him a brief nod as she would to any opponent. Then, she gathered herself, and made her way out of the Battlegrounds, hoping for an easy journey home. Name- Reth Breed- Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Appendix Quarter Horse Age- Eight Gender- Female Height- 16 hands Alliance- Unallianced Health- 70% physically - recovering from wolf attack and giving birth to twins; chest, sides, and base of neck injuries | 90% mentally - recovering from her father's death (to be updated) Terms- Three hits, one dodge, five days to reply, winner gets Strife, played by Kal Hits- one two three Dodges- one Attacks- 1) Ran at Milton, skidded alongside of him, and stopped before reaching down to bite his rear right leg, and then kicked at his barrel with her rear legs as she retreated. 2) Lunged at Milton while his back was turned from his second attack, and aimed to bite down on his left rear leg this time. If attack is successful, she will bite down on the leg and not let go. 3) Kicked out at Milton with her hind legs, hoping to catch his face, but aimed for any part of him she could reach. Injuries- 1) Cuts and bruising on her chest from Milton's hooves 2) Two inch gash at the base of her neck from Milton's teeth. 3) Small scrapes toward the top of her chest from Milton's hooves. 4) Bruised shoulder from where she collided with Milton's hip. 5) Bruised side from Milton's collision. 6) A couple of severely bruised ribs from Milton's collision. 7) Scrapes on her side from falling on the ground. muse good count 901 notes that sounds good to me. status complete tagged @semperfiesty Speech staff edit: image removed due to not having propper credits on the image.

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[Tag;; + ebonite + w. Reth]
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[Notes;; That was fun, thank you for breaking Milton in for me ~]

Name- Milton (Osiris)
Breed- Shire X Belgian X Vladimir Draft X Thoroughbred X Lusitano X Appaloosa x Welsh Cob x Friesian
Age- Two
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17.2 hands
Alliance- Helkaer
Health- 85% physically | 20% mentally - Kleptomania, Depersonalization Disorder, Grandiose Delusions (Delusional Disorder)
Terms- Three hits, one dodge, five days to reply, winner gets Strife, played by Kal

Hits- one two three
Dodges- one
Attacks- 1.) Ran at her lashing out with hooves hoping to hit her chest and upper legs, biting in hopes to catch a shoulder or base of neck.
2.) Faked Reth out making her think he was going to rear up on her, but last minute switched over to bucking in efforts to catch her chin, face, or chest.
3.) Cantered towards her side in hopes that the collision would knock her air out and break a rib or two, if not just knock her to the ground.

Injuries-
1.) Jagged gash on back right thigh, will bleed for a while and be painful to move once the adrenaline from the battle wears off. Won't heal nicely due to location and will leave a scar.
2.) Scrape across ribs, nothing serious, will bruise over and be tender
3.) Bruised up hip from the collision caused by his dodge. Will be limping for a few days due to impact on both sides.
4.) Shallow cut across face (where the nose band of a bridle would sit) bleeding slightly but won't take too too long to heal.

Dodges-
1.) Moved to the side just enough that instead of Reth's teeth connecting with his body her shoulder rammed against his hip.

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I will tally.

Waiting on judge collection: yes
Judge 1 Collection: collected
Judge 2 Collection: collected
Judge 3 Collection: collected
Tally-ing Scores: yes

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Roleplayer & Character: @semperfiesty w/ milton

Quality over Quantity: 12.5
Comments:
-- Post held good quality that matched quanity as well.
-- Good quality, noting unnecessary found.
-- Too many spelling and grammar mistakes as well as needing more description on attack and injuries.

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
-- I didn't see any.
-- No Comment
-- No Comment

Realism of Attack: 15
Comments:
-- Could see some of these playing out in the wild.
-- Realistic
-- No Comment

Attack Compared to Opponent: 14.5
Comments:
-- Some of Milton's attacks were weaker in comparison to Reth. I felt like he could have played to his height a little bit more and maybe even used a bit more description on the attacks. I also thought it a little strange that he didn't try to trample Reth when he got her to the ground.
-- I though both sides had strong attakc.s
-- Needs a bit more description.

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
-- No Comments.
-- No Comments.
-- No Comments.

Spelling and Grammar: 9
Comments:
-- Okay there were a lot of spelling errors and run on sentences. I always try to encourage people to read over their posts and literally triple check them just to be sure because otherwise posts can sound sloppy. I know if I don't check my posts like fifty times before I post them they can sound weird and misplaced so always check your posts! I am a stickler for that!
-- Minor grammatical errors.
-- Comma instead of semicolon; sentence fragments; run on sentences; missing commas; not capitalizing Brotherhood;

total score: 81

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Roleplayer & Character: + ebonite + w/ reth

Quality over Quantity: 15
Comments:
-- The quality was good for the quanity given in each post.
-- Straight to the point.
-- Not many grammer mistakes or mistakes in general.

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 14.5
Comments:
-- Didn't see any.
-- I really liked the sort of PTS going on, I thought that was rather realistic to someone who had gone through what she had.
-- Just mentioned that Milton was watching her.

Realism of Attack: 14
Comments:
-- I loved each of the attacks and could all of them actually happening in the wild.
-- I liked that the attacks made were those that if successful would have been severe. My only complaint is that, especially with the back legs, that is an extremely dangerous spot for someone especially to lower their head to - it makes them very vulnerable.
-- No Comment


Attack Compared to Opponent: 15
Comments:
-- I felt as though Reth had more detailed descriptions of her attacks.
-- Great attacks.
-- Well written attacks.


Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
-- Everything looked great.
-- No Comment.
-- No Comment


Spelling and Grammar: 13
Comments:
-- Docked points because there were a few minor spelling errors and a lot of the sentences just seemed never ending. Instead of having so many commas I would either use more semi colons or even end the sentence and roll over into a new one. Other then that everything looked good.
-- No Comment
-- Unneeded commas; "and that was" should be "and that he was;"



total score: 86.5


Congrats to + ebonite + w/ reth.