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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 9, 2014 5:17:05 GMT -7
The sky is dark gray and angry. There is almost no sunlight. The snow has turned to slippery, watery slush and the ice is cracking. It is warmer out and a light drizzle has started. It is still windy and thunder can be heard in the distance. Each player still does two posts each and they must be 1000 words or less. Remember to include previous injuries or points will be deducted.
@birna will post first with Wolf followed by @fishtail with Tainted Love.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2014 10:53:11 GMT -7
Name- Wolf Breed- Thoroughbred x Shire x Belgian x Vladmir Draft x Lusitano x Appaloosa x Tennesse Walking Horse Age- 4 Gender- stallion Height- 17.1 hh Alliance- Dark Health- Physically : 85% (injuries from round 1, opponent didn't show up in round 2) | Mentally: 0% he has Dissociative Personality Disorder and congenital analgesia disorder (split personality disorder and unable to feel any physical pain)
Dramatic was the word that the multi toned stallion used to describe the surrounding when he walked into the tournament ring ones again. The weather was even worse for this round than the rounds that were earlier. Wolf slid a little when he moved around in this new setting. This truly was a horrible ground to fight in but Wolf loved it. He didn’t want easy ground, he wanted something tricky and challenging. He had always lived for the thrill and the adrenaline. He looked up at the dark world above him and watched how darker the clouds had gotten from earlier rounds. It was warmer than before though but it was still very noticeable that it was winter that controlled the weather at this moment. Wolf lightly moved around on the icy. Water was splashing and every now and then when he stepped down he could hear the crack in the ice underneath his hooves. Just like the thunders that came crashing down ones in a while in the far distance. This would be the most tricky round so far , he was quite sure of it. Wolf would have to make sure to be extra careful. Not that he would feel the pain if he would fall down and hurt himself. But on a grounding like this there was always a chance you could break something and broken bones were not easily treated. It could be the end of him and he was still young and not ready to be crippled for the rest of his life. His opponent hadn’t showed up in the last round so Wolf had left the tournament ring without a fight. It worked well for him since then he could rest for that round, make sure that the bleeding from round one weren’t bleeding as heavily even though it would not take much to rip them up again. The rest of his wound he could not feel. The dark bay mare had managed to slam into his chest and kick in his jaw line, could even have left a fractured jaw. Wolf would have to find someone to check that for him after this tournament was done. For now he would just make sure to not over use his mouth since he did not want it completely broken or ruined. Every inch of the hellion’s body frame was ready for this fight. Taking a break for one round was enough for him. He was eager to continue and go as far as possible in this tournament. That’s why he was so eager to start this one. He would not strike out an attack until he would feel comfortable moving around. Wolf could not be sure if the melted ice was cold when it splashed up and crashed on his body frame. He couldn’t feel anything physical. It was his one of his curses in life.
The wind was howling and Wolf could relate to that how he was feeling on the inside, there was always a storm inside this body frame. Wolf carried the family curse which was split personality disorder and he would never be able to live a normal life. Though right now he was feeling great and his other personalities were not bothering him. For this round he had been paired up with a mare. He had such a good time fighting the last one so he could not wait for this fight to start. He would not underestimate her, never. Mares were outstanding fighters and often even better than stallions. This one was very stunning looking, Wolf wanted to say gorgeous. He had never seen her before so he did not know her name. Maybe one day he would meet her outside of this tournament and maybe get to know her name but now she was just a girl that would fight against him. Wolf was getting ready to attack. He started to move closer towards the mare. His movements were not quick, since running on the ground like it was today were highly dangerous. The ring wasn’t that big, so it didn’t take Wolf long time to come close to the mare. Making sure he had balanced himself right he aimed with his left front leg to kick the painted mare in her right front leg. Legs were sensitive to attack and attacks in that area could lead to some major damage. Wolf doubted that was the case here but he would not hate if he had managed to fracture her or bruise. Not waiting many seconds to strike out again he moved his head to the left and with his open mouth and teeth he aimed to lash at her neck. When he bit his teeth together he could not tell if he managed to get a grip on her skin, hair or just the air. He wanted to rip part out of her neck but he couldn’t be sure if he had managed to do so. He wanted her to feel pain, he wanted to watch her facial expression because he could not feel anything. It made him angry that he was missing out on that. Wolf wanted to watch blood drip down from her neck. With his large body frame he didn’t hesitate to strike out his next movement. Using the ice underneath his hooves he slid to the left and aimed to slam his body frame into hers. It wasn’t powerful enough for her to fall down if his strike was successful but he hoped that maybe she would lose her balance for a tiny bit. Slowly he stepped away and made sure to watch the mare while he did. He was ready for her movements, he wanted her to attack back. He always hoped that something would happen and one day he would be able to feel this pain everyone else seemed to be able to feel.
Status || complete Word count || 994 Attacks/Hits || 1. Aimed to kick the mare in her lower front legs. Aiming to fracture some small bones that are there or bruising her. 2. Turned his head to the left and hoped to be able to bit her in the neck and rip some hair or skin oft. Hopefully make her bleed. 3. Aimed to use his body weight to slam into her hoping that she would loose balance for a little bit Dodges || None Injuries || Round 1 : 1. Bruising on his chest after Skindred slammed into him 2. Ripped off skin above his eye, close to his ear. Open wound that is bleeding. 3. Underbelly is bleeding from skin being ripped off. 4. Chunk of his skin got removed from his chin 5. Harsh kick in the jawline, possible fracture even though Wolf can't feel it. Round 2 : Opponent never showed up Round 3: - none since no attack has been made from the opponent- Comments || ooh I am so excited and nervous for this !
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2014 11:55:52 GMT -7
NAME- Tainted Love BREED- Arabian x APHA AGE- Seven GENDER- Mare HEIGHT- 15hh ALLIANCE- Dark PHYSICAL H- 85% MENTAL H - 100% ------------------------------------------
Taint huffed at the messy slush all around her, careful of where she placed her hooves as she moved. If was imperative- even if the weather was warming up - that she keep her body limber, warmed up and ready to go. A small tugging at her hip when she lowered her head to stretch her beck told her that Diavolo's single strike of success had begun to seal and did not like being made to stretch. Bother, that was going to be a problem if she wasn't careful. She grimaced at the thought of aggravating those wounds but knew that without hesitation she would if it was necessary to keep herself alive. She lifted her head from examining the horrendous terrain to listen to the thunder and watch as her opponent made steady progress towards her. He moved heavy on his feet, and cautious. As though every step were upon a precarious precipice and that one wrong move would send him to his doom. Good. she thought, He has no faith in his abilities on treacherous ground. Taint was a bit more reckless on terrain such as this- not much more- but moreso than this stallion.
After the quire anticipation of a battle that never came in her second round and an incomplete first round she was ready for a real fight. She made no moves to meet her opponent head on, however. This was not a familiar stranger and she was not going to try the same tactics she had with Diavolo. No, she waited and in waiting she gauged the stallions movements. He appeared oblivious to the cold of the water his heavy steps had splashed over his lower limbs. That could be either because he was already too numb to notice - foolish boy - or he truly felt nothing. Either way it might prove to be his downfall. Numb limbs worked horribly when they worked and not feeling ones injuries could lead to foolish mistakes and over-use of an endangered area.
She was not so engrossed in her examination of the beast as to miss his strike at her delicate limbs. No, she saw it coming and, at the last second swung her body around, letting his hoof gash through her rounded thigh on its way down, to kick up, at him. The proximity kept her from rising to her greatest height in a kick but that was a blessing in disguise because her fore hooves rested on terribly unstable ice and it cracked form the pressure of her weight and kick. His teeth snaked harmlessly past her lowered neck to grasp and tear a fresh mouthful of mane from her. Great, she thought bitterly, more mane to be missing. At least this time it can grow back. She kicked again at him without moving away, attempting to thrash his underside, his forelegs, his chest, or his neck with her sharp and cold hooves.
Just as she thrust her hooves into the air for a second time he slid to her left out of the way. She dropped her hindquarters as quickly as she could, tucking them beneath her in a near-seated position as his greater weight slammed into her side, winding her and sliding her a good three feet across the shattering ice. She hissed at him, ears pinned. That was a dirty move but everything was a dirty move here. She didn't wait for her body to stop sliding from his strike- or to fully catch her breath. She wrenched her body around, aggravating the gash he had produced as well as the gashes Diavolo had made, and launched herself forward at him with bared teeth. She didn't extend her neck out until she was upon him - why give him that target? Sliding her hind quarters beneath her and using her own momentum to slide into him she snapped and slashed with her fore hooves at his shoulder, neck and legs. And ever present in the distance was that rolling thunder of omen accenting every move they made like some sort of drum to a morbid dance. Round One:: Two gashes to her hips Round Two:: No fight happened INJURIES THIS ROUND ------------------------------------------------------------------------ deep gash on upper thigh, left. Torn hair from mane. winded; and bruised on her shoulder where he hit her. TAINT ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1)) kicked out at Wolf as he slashed her thigh. Kicked a second time while he moved away- unsure what hit or what did not. 2)) Launched herself at him and bit at his neck and slashed with front hooves at shoulder and upper front legs staff edit: image removed due to not seeing a link to the dA image or credits? (unless im not seeing it. e.e Sorry if so D:) .@fishtail
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2014 5:30:14 GMT -7
Name- Wolf Breed- Thoroughbred x Shire x Belgian x Vladmir Draft x Lusitano x Appaloosa x Tennesse Walking Horse Age- 4 Gender- stallion Height- 17.1 hh Alliance- Dark Health- Physically : 80% (injuries from round 1, opponent didn't show up in round 2, injuries from round 3) | Mentally: 0% he has Dissociative Personality Disorder and congenital analgesia disorder (split personality disorder and unable to feel any physical pain)
Thunder came crashing into the stallion’s towers. Wolf looked up and watched the dark clouds above his head. He wasn’t sure if this would lead to a massive storm or not, he didn’t really care if it would get worse in this tournament but ones that was over he would rather not have it storming since there were quite a few things that the multi toned stallion had to take care off. He pushed those thoughts out of his mind, he did not have to think about what he was going to do later. Now he needed to focus on this tournament. Figure out his next move and then the mare would strike again and after that this round for them would be over. His first three attacks had been alright. The mare seemed to be bleeding from the cut Wolf had made on her leg. He had spit out a mouthful of hair from her mane when he had grabbed that instead of getting a chunk of her neck. When he had slammed into her she had slid away from him. It had been a nice way to see the painted stunning looking mare do that. She was a good fighter though, Wolf would give her that. He had enjoyed their fight so far. It had not been easy and from the moment he saw the mare he knew she would not let him out easy. Also going out easy was not what he wanted. He wanted a fight, a real hard core fight and she was making him fight. All that he needed now was to be able to feel pain. Which was not happening and he doubted it would ever happen. The mare had got him good though. He knew that for next round he would have to make sure to protect his chest otherwise something in there might break. It was most likely bruising really well. Her second kick had not been as hard but she had managed to hit him in the shoulder. He was not as worried about that attack. Not as worried but he knew that after this tournament he would have to have someone check his entire body over to make sure that he could continue do things or go on a bed rest. Which sounded like a death to him so he was going to try to come out in one piece, well almost one piece was more like it though. Now he had a lovely bite mark on his neck from the mare as well and blood had started to drip from his leg again, so she must have managed to get him there as well.
Fire and ice. There was no way telling who would win or who would lose. No way to tell if the world would end in fire and lust or hate and ice. No one would be able to know beforehand. For Wolf it didn’t matter. Burning or freezing, bring it on world he could take it. Both seemed like a normal way to die for him. Shaking his front leg where the painted mare had managed to kick him a blood sprayed over the already melted ice from the open wound. This ring would look like a slaughterhouse after this tournament. Maybe it was a good thing that it looked like it would start to rain soon. Wash all that blood away. Shaking his head he turned his movements towards the painted mare again. He was ready to strike out again. The height difference in the two of them was very noticeable so for the first time in this fight Wolf aimed to use his height to reach towards her face. With his open mouth he lashed out. He wanted to see some swollen eye or ripped skin, she was to gorgeous looking. He wasn’t sure if he had managed to bite her or not, if she was bleeding or not from this attack. After the first round he had fought the taste of blood was stuck in his mouth. Which made him not be able to tell if his strike had been successful or not. The hellion wasn’t going to wait long for his next attack. He was going to aim at the mare side. So he quickly had to move from her face and to her side. Maybe he had been a bit too eager for that attack so when he moved he felt how he lost his balance on the slippery ice. His front legs slid on the dangerous ice and he just managed to land on his knees, while still standing on his hind legs. With his butt in the air he slid towards the mare and while he slid he opened his mouth ones again since there was not much he could do in situations. He was ether going to try to attack like this or not and he would rather give it a shot. Wolf’s open mouth aimed to get a hold on the mare’s hock on her hind leg. It was a very sensitive area and he hoped to rip up a bit of a flesh. When he came to a stop from sliding on the ice he managed to stand up. Ice cold water was dripping from his mane and landing on his body frame but yet he could not feel it. Looking down he noticed how he had managed to rip off hairs on his front knees in this action. That would take a while to heal. He looked at the mare, ones again he was ready for her attacks and then this round in the tournament for the two of them would be over.
Status || complete Word count || 958 Attacks/Hits || 1. Aimed to kick the mare in her lower front legs. Aiming to fracture some small bones that are there or bruising her. 2. Turned his head to the left and hoped to be able to bite her in the neck and rip some hair or skin oft. Hopefully make her bleed. 3. Aimed to use his body weight to slam into her hoping that she would loose balance for a little bit ---- 4. Using his height to try to bite her in the face, above her eye. 5. Sliding down on his knees, after losing his balance and fall, he aimed to get a bite in the hock's area on her hind leg. Dodges || None Injuries || Round 1 : 1. Bruising on his chest after Skindred slammed into him 2. Ripped off skin above his eye, close to his ear. Open wound that is bleeding. 3. Underbelly is bleeding from skin being ripped off. 4. Chunk of his skin got removed from his chin 5. Harsh kick in the jawline, possible fracture even though Wolf can't feel it. Round 2 : Opponent never showed up Round 3: 6. Kick in the chest, not as harsh kick in the shoulder 7. Bite mark on his neck, bleeding cut on his upper front leg Comments || After your next post I will post injuries for Wolf and then this round can be judged =)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2014 10:41:47 GMT -7
I'm sorry I'm backing out all together. I'd love to fight with Wolf in the future though :/
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