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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 9, 2014 5:18:46 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.
@cookies will post first with Jayden followed by @birna with Disneyland Acid trip
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 14:42:06 GMT -7
Jayden
Dark, angry skies rested overhead the bronze tinted steed. It was like the sky itself was enraged at Jayden taking part in this 'Gladiator Tournament'. He was no gladiator, and that was a fact. Only in his past history had the red stag actually fought, and those were the petty little fights with his brother. This tournament was almost barbaric, which horses would join if they had nothing else to do or wanted to prove that they were strong. But the russet chap was weak. Jayden now wanted to leave and just go back to Spectrum Valley, his light home. No turning back now. He had already chickened out one fight already, if he was to do it again, he was out for good. The swine carried himself forward, to the battlefield. The dull, grey lands, covered in slippery, diluted slush and the fragile, cracking ice would make the colorless battlefield a hazardous place.
Although it was warmer, and easier to move in except from the dangerous ice and slush. The sun was caved in by the clouds, so there was almost no sunlight at all. A slow, uneasy drizzle of rain squirted down uneasily, Jayden would soon meet his opponent. Thunder could be heard crackling back in the distance. The copper stag gulped loudly, and his eyes opened wider with fear. Was that his opponent? A palomino beast that was h-u-g-e! The blond haired giant almost towered over poor Jayden, nearly exactly three inches taller! "Many scars over his body, so he looks like an experienced fighter. Is slim, so this brute will probably be fast-moving. I'm doomed." Jayden thought, mind full of disbelief, as he analyzed the beast in front of him.
He moved forwards into the three-gaited stride known as canter. Just because this stag had the huge upper hand, Jayden was not going to go down without a fight. Wind was whacked in the brute's handsome face, though he kept his calm and his agility. Jayden dodged cracks and majorly slippery slush. He kept his Boston accent hidden. Jayden glided towards the stallion, cantering quickly but keeping his endurance for later. He would need it for fighting this huge monster. He reared high, almost slipping on his two hind legs. The rear was tall, and hopefully tall enough. Jayden pawed, scratched and clawed at the lanky palomino thug's scarred face with is sharp hooves. With the unstable ice cracking around him, the brute named Jayden was forced to return on all four feet after only moments. Rearing was now nearly impossible, as the ice and the slush would catch you out, and crack open.
Jayden performed his next move quickly, as reached out to the stap with his pearly white fangs trying to reach the brute's thick, muscular withers, with such force to try and rip a good chunk out of it. Jayden tried using all strength possible on that one hit; hopefully it would be effective enough. Jayden slipped backwards after he had immediately finished his attack, the russet steed slided across the ice and slush, stumbling everywhere but miraculously keeping his balance. Jayden performed his next move quickly, as reached out to the stap with his pearly white fangs trying to reach the brute's thick, muscular withers, with such force to try and rip a good chunk out of it. Immediately after Jayden had used his attack, he slid across the ice and slush, stumbling everywhere. It was almost miraculous that he stayed on all four feet. But now the opponent had the upper hand again.
"Speech"
Name- Jayden Breed- Hanoverian Age- 6 years Gender- Stallion Height- 15.3 hh Alliance- Neutral Health- Mental 100% | Physical 100% Injuries - -First fight-- None due to not posting on time --Second fight- None due to TreeTracer not posting on time. Attacks- 1. Attacked Disneyland Acid Trip by rearing, trying to damage Trip's face with his hooves
2. Attacked Trip by biting his withers Dodges- None used yet
Status: COMPLETE Words: 6-0-2 Tagged: Disneyland Acid Trip w. Muse: Meh Notes: Sorry I'm tired. First ever battle post!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 10:15:00 GMT -7
Name- Disneyland Acid Trip Breed- Shire X Belgian X Vladimir Draft X Thoroughbred X Lusitano X Appaloosa Age- 11 Gender- stallion Height- 17.3 hh Alliance- dark Health- Physically : 70% | Mentally: 50% (Split personality disorder and kleptomania )
Disneyland Acid Trip better known as The Showman to those outside of the Helkaer brotherhood had finally got to fight the last round. After not fighting at all for the first round because the stallion had forfeit and now showed up. At least for this round that was about to start he was all warmed up and ready. Before he had walked back into the tournament he had tried to wash off most of the blood that was covering his body frame in the snow that was still left outside the tournament ring. The weather had changed it to the worse but Trip didn’t mind. This was just more challenging and that was all what he asked for. He did not want easy fights in this tournament. He wanted real fights. Trip was an old warrior. That had fought in many wars over his years. Never resting and never giving up. Always keep going. This tournament was no different. But it tested a lot of his strength. The palomino golden stallion knew he was not the carefree three year old stallion that he used to be but he refused to call himself old. There was plenty of life and power left in that scarred body of his. A thunder was heard in the far distance but Trip ignored it. He watched the other stallion move towards him on fast speed. There was no time to think about a thunder crashing in the far distance. It was time to get a feeling about the ground under his hooves. The last round had been tricky, with slippery ice and wind blowing across the place. The ground looked even worse now since the snow had started to melt. It felt freezing cold standing in the melted snow. The dark sky above him looked like the monster inside the golden stallion body. All dark, twisted and horrible. This time Trip was not going to battle himself. With his dark and twisted other personality. No it looked like that part of him was well hidden now and Trip had a clear mind on his own. That was good because he needed that for this tournament. His different toned orbs looked at the stallion move closer. It was dangerous speed that the stallion was on. Trip would never dare to move this fast on a ground like this. The hooves were slippery things when it came to ice. Trip watched the stallion rear up and looking at the hooves coming at him he moved his head out of the reach. He could feel the hooves of the chestnut stallion land on his neck. Leaving a good amount of bruising on the golden body frame. This would hurt later and turn into a nasty looking color. The adrenaline was pumping but he still could feel when the stallion quickly made his next move and bit Trip in his withers. Trip could not see if it was bleeding or not but he didn’t care.
Now it was his turn to do some damage. His turn to attack and he watched the stallion move around. He wanted to study him though he knew that in this tournament he would have enough time to study the other stallion’s movement like Trip wanted. That’s why he decided to make his attack quick. Not give the stallion too much time to think. His seventeen point three body frame of pure muscles moved in the direction of the stallion. The ground under him was tricky and he could hear cracks coming from the ice. When the stallion moved he could feel his pain that came from former tournament battle injuries. His rib cage was sore and there was still a bleeding from his previous wounds. Even though he had managed to take most of what had already been solidify. Otherwise he might have looked like a butcher in the eyes of the other stallion. His movements were made with a lot of care and when the golden stallion came close enough to the stallion he lifted one of his front legs so he was still balancing on three, which was still very tricky on the slippery ice. With power he kicked in the direction of the other stallion’s leg and aimed for his lower front leg. Trip wasn’t sure if his kick had been successful or not when he thought about his next move. He felt how well balanced he was and with that in mind he kicked out again. This time he aimed for the stallion’s rib cage. He could not tell if he had managed to hit the stallion or do any damage to him but he sure hoped so. That other stallion looked to perfect, without scars on his body frame. Trip would never underestimate his opponent though. The chestnut stallion had already showed some good moves which made this fight not an easy one. Without giving the stallion much time to recover from his first attack he powerfully swung his head in the direction of the stallion. His mouth was open and he was baring his teeth. Ready to lash out he aimed for the stallion’s neck. Hoping to rip up some flesh and watch the stallion bleed. If he wouldn’t manage to do that he would still enjoy leaving a good bite mark on the stallion’s neck. Slowly he backed away from the stallion. His orbs were fixed on him, ready for that guy’s next attacks. Trip did not know his name, nor did he want to know. He liked the fights he had fought so far. No energy wasted in chit chat. This was all about the fight.
Status || complete Word count || 953 Attacks/Hits || 1. Aimed to a kick towards the lower front leg, followed with a aim towards the rib cage. 2. Turning his head towards the stallion he aimed for a bite in the neck to rip out some flesh or leave a bruising on the stallion's neck. Dodges || None Injuries || Round 1 : Opponent never showed up. Round 2: 1. Front hoof hit his nose, did not fracture it but left a deep cut that will lead to an infection later. 2. Got hit few times in his neck by Raidon front hooves. 3. Raidon's hind legs hit Trip in his rib cage and bruised it badly. 4. Kick in the chest, did not do much damage and Trip just felt it a bit. Might leave bruising but doubtful that it will cause trouble in next round. 5. Trip slid a bit backwards but managed to keep his contact. When Raidon reared up he managed to get a cut on Trip's face, above the eye. Which is now bleeding from. The cut was not as deep as the the one on his nose but possible infection in the future would not be a surprise. 6. Ripped skin on neck, ripped skin on elbows. The ripped skin on the neck was deeper since it is harder to bite skin at the elbows. Round 3 - THIS ROUND: 1. With his height difference he moved his face away from the hooves but the hooves landed on his neck instead. Leaving a good amount of bruising. 2.Bite in the wither. No bleeding but a bite mark bruising on his wither.
Comments || Good luck =)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 17:04:02 GMT -7
-I am sadly going to drop out of this because I do not have the time and I'm not very good at battling. I just don't want too overwhelm myself with posts. (I think it's been more than three days anyway) @birna hun I'm sorry ;(. -
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