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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 9, 2014 5:22:31 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.
@horsehuggr will post first with Raidon followed by Gray with Nirvana
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 7:43:38 GMT -7
Round three had finally arrived and Raidon's veins were pumping with adrenaline already. He could feel the warmth in the air finally but the sky had darkened completely. Occasionally he could hear the rumble of thunder in the distance but it wasn't something he was unaccustomed to. A small bit of rain had begun to fall and it made him feel refreshed; his injuries were wiped clean by the rain water. The gruesome neck would was scraped clean by the water and a fresh river of crimson flowed from the wound. His previous lacerations on his front legs had already scabbed over but his chest was still bruised; along with that his right shoulder was bruised which made moving a bit annoying. He wasn't lame but the injury was still enough to make him grit his teeth. His long ebony whipcord brushed against his flanks every so often and he lifted a fore dagger to paw the earth. The snow had turned to a slush material but the ice was beginning to crack. A smirk crossed his mug as he glanced up at the sky; the water was coming down in a steady drizzle. This is going to make things interesting. He thought before his multi-hued orbs focused on the opening area of the arena. A few horses had come and gone by now and he supposed that it was his turn. The thoroughbred mutt entered the arena with his head held high. Raidon wasn't a sore loser, Disneyland Acid Trip had won fair and square. But he would be damned if he lost again. He was careful with his steps, being sure not to slip or strain any muscles. He was still a bit more fresh then some of the other equines here considering he had only fought one legit fight here today. He pawed the ground vigorously for a moment and noticed that the ice was cracking even further now. If enough weight could be placed over this ice it would crack completely. He wasn't going to be foolish though; he would take his time with this battle.
Raidon hadn't the faintest idea who he was facing during this round but he didn't give a flying fuck. He held no emotions towards his opponents; they were just equines. They held no relationship toward him. What he cared about was getting in and getting things done. The rain pelted him from all angles but it cleansed him all the same. His skin was itching where his flesh was exposed on his neck but he ignored it. His ears pinned flat against his skull as a bay painted brute came into his line of vision. His occuli morphed into a dark crimson as he waited for his opportunity to arrive. This was all about strategy. No nod of recognition was given, no words were uttered. They were gladiator's for christ's sake! They weren't sitting down to have a tea party! He then pushed off his hind legs with a grunt as the small laceration on his rump pulled and ripped open again. He kept his ears pinned and his neck tucked to protect his precious jugular vein. His hooves slid a bit on the slush and he transitioned to a bit of a slower pace when he approached the hellhound. Making sure to move at a slower trot he moved so his hind end was facing the brute. Quickly his hind legs shot out, aimed at the man's front cannon bones and when he landed he kicked out again; this time aiming for his chest and neck. He moved forward then and turned to face the stallion, his heart thudding gently in his chest. This was what he lived for! He loved a good fight, if anything it made him feel more alive. He waited for the stallion's response but in the meantime he searched for any visible injuries. He had hoped to hit his mark by going after the brute's legs. If he could perhaps get this guy to become lame from the attack it could possibly give him an advantage. He snorted once and stood still as he waited; meanwhile the rain continued to drum his hide and wash it clean of any crimson that had previously marred it.
Name» Raidon Breed» Anglo Arabian x Appaloosa x Dutch Warmblood x Thoroughbred x Quarter Horse Age» 2 years Gender» Stallion Height» 16.2 hands Alliance» Dark Mental Health» 100% Physical Health» 80% Hits» oo1. Raidon aimed at Nirvana's front cannon bones with his hind legs in hopes of causing lameness. oo2. After he landed he kicked out again with his hind legs and aimed for Nirvana's chest and neck. Dodges» None Injuries» oo1. Lacerations on his front legs above his knees. oo2. Trip successfully ripped a decent chunk of his neck, causing it to bleed profusely. oo3. A decent size of his skin on the right side of his rump is ripped. oo4. Raidon received a small laceration on his right shoulder which bruised and swelled immediately. oo5. Trip successfully collided with Raidon causing his chest to be severely bruised and his previous lacerations above his knees to split open even further, making it slightly painful to walk. Notes» Good luck Hun! I'm so nervous xD Tagged» fleabittengray with Nirvana Word count» 713 (just the post) Status» Complete.
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 10, 2014 8:17:06 GMT -7
Name- Nirvana Breed- Percheron x Shire x Frisian x American Saddlebred Age- 3 Gender- xy Height- 19 hh Alliance- Dark Health- 1 - bruised forelegs from deflecting switchblade's attack 2 - tear in his neck on the left about 4 inches long; severe bleeding 3 - left side of his face is bruised 4 - small chunk of skin removed from his right cheek; mild bleeding 5 - right side of his neck is heavily bruised making it painful to move his head 6 - bruised chest with a small laceration; little bleeding Mental: Depression and intermittent explosive disorder
This was it. This was the third battle, the one that would determine if he carried on or not. He had lost once before already, his previous battle with that bastard Killswitch. It had been his first battle of the day, his first opponent never showed up. What a twat, he thought to himself as he observed his wounds outside of the arena. His next fight could wait a damn minute until he saw what sort of damage he had. It wasn't good. His forelegs were bruised, making it a slight pain to move around. The tear on the left side of his neck was still leaking crimson fluid. He could feel it slowly trickling down to his chest and down his front left pillar. The left side of his face was bruised. It hurt any time he opened his jaw. He also could feel blood dripping from the right side of his face. It stung when the rain hit it, as did the tear in his neck, but at least it was washing him off. Slowly, but he would take it. He had just one last injury that was really going to be a pain in the ass. A majority of the right side of his neck was heavily bruised and he was in constant discomfort no matter what way he held his head. He sighed, rolling his eyes and slowly stretching out his neck, groaning as the pain spread. Great. That was going to be a bitch to deal with in this battle.
Finally done with his assessment, he trotted forward with a slight limp in his step. His forelegs did not want to be moving but he was the one in charge, not his legs. Growling, he looked toward the center of the ring and spotted his opponent. Raidon was his name. He was quite a bit shorter than Nirvana's nineteen hand mass so he would be able to use that to his advantage. A smirk grew across his maw as he two-paced toward the center, stopping squarely and lifting his head above the other brute. He glared at him his black and blue speckled eyes locking onto his target. However, he did not get the honor of attacking first. Rather, his opponent came charging at him. Nirvana braced himself, knowing that if the small brute were to run into him he would probably be the one to get hurt. Running into a draft was like running into a brick wall but last minute Nirvana saw what he was actually going for. With a grunt of surprise, the draft mutt lifted onto his hind legs to remove his forelegs away from the kick. While he reared, he kicked out with his legs at Raidon's face, hoping to hit his eyes or ears which would be the more sensitive places on the brute.
He came back down roughly, wincing as pain shot through his legs only for the air to whoosh out of his chest as Raidon kicked a second time, hitting him right in the center of his chest. He could feel the sting of a cut but it didn't feel deep. Growling, he took a few hurried steps away from the brute. He waited until he caught his breath before attacking. Digging his hind daggers into the ice, Nirvana shot forward, propelling himself toward the male. He slid forward but used it to his advantage as he charged for Raidon's side. He forced his neck to stretch out and his maw to open, exposing stained enamels which reached for Raidon's withers. He sought to latch onto him and pull, wanting to make him lose his balance. At the same time, a front pillar kicked out toward the back of Raidon's cannon bone, sadistically hoping that he cut the tendons but know that would most likely not happen. His attacked finished, he pranced off, trotting a circle around his enemy with that same sly smirk he had been wearing in the beginning.
tagged: @horsehuggr w/ raidon words: 673 notes: attacks: 1 - reared up and kicked at raidon's face, hoping to hit his eyes or ears 2 - charged and slid into raidon and bit his withers, trying to make him unbalanced 3 - kicked at the back of raidon's front left leg, hoping to injure the tendons
dodges: 1 - dodged the kick to his forelegs
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 13:40:51 GMT -7
The rain was beginning to fall at a gentle rhythm now and he had gotten accustomed to the water drumming against his pelt. His ears were pinned firmly to his skull and he was irritated when he felt a whoosh of empty air when he aimed at the stallion's front legs. Dodged.. Of course! He thought before he felt his hind hooves make solid contact with the brute's chest. There was a loud SMACK that confirmed his suspicion but he could feel no satisfaction at the moment. He had neglected to remember his opponent's staggering height and a grunt was forced from his lips when he felt the man's hooves slice into the sensitive skin above his eye. Immediately the wound pumped crimson and it streamed down into his line of vision. Raidon instinctively tucked his crown tightly to his chest to protect it from being hit once more. Just as soon as he protected his head he felt the brute clamp down on his withers, but instead of shoving him into the ground Raidon wrenched himself away from the brute, leaving a hefty piece of skin with him. Raidon's peripheral vision caught a slight glimpse of the stallion as he came towards him and instantly he lurched further to his left. His hooves fought for traction as he skid across the terrain, and he was just barely able to move his leg out of the way before he felt the brute make contact with his shoulder. It was a good, solid hit and almost instantly the wound swelled. A bit of blood welled from the incision that was also created and he ignored the urge to wince when he set his leg back down on the ground. His shoulder would cause him some problems if he wasn't careful, but for now he didn't intend on giving up. This was child's play for Raidon.
Turning carefully on his heels he moved toward the stallion. His vision was still a bit blurred from the blood dripping down into his sight but he ignored it. His chapped lips were bared to reveal stained enamels as he bull rushed the brute. His greedy teeth were positioned towards the stallion's throat latch and he even half-reared to reach him a bit better. He couldn't tell if he got a decent hold or not but he wrenched his facade away aggressively. But no, Raidon wasn't done there. Rearing completely he sent repetitive flailing limbs towards the stallion's ears and eyes. He planned on popping him good in one of his eye sockets to at least impair his vision, or that was what he was trying for. His nape snaked out as he bared his teeth again; hungry for the behemoth's flesh. He snapped at the left side of his face and jaw line, hoping to catch some skin and rip it from his hide. When he landed he slipped on the slush a bit and he felt his left shoulder protest; soon enough a tendon pulled and he could feel more blood rushing from the incision there. His tail flicked against his flanks and he shook his skull, trying to clear his sight from the blood and raindrops. He moved clear out of the way of the stallion and lifted his front left leg a bit to keep his weight off it. He wasn't lame but he was dealing with an irritating bout of pain at the moment. He knew if he made it to the later rounds this leg would cause him problems but he ignored that thought; he preferred to stay in the present. Is that all you got pansy? He snarled as he egged the brute on. A rough snort was expelled and blood flew from his nostrils, this fight was far from over though.
Name» Raidon Breed» Anglo Arabian x Appaloosa x Dutch Warmblood x Thoroughbred x Quarter Horse Age» 2 years Gender» Stallion Height» 16.2 hands Alliance» Dark Mental Health» 100% Physical Health» 70% Hits» oo1. Raidon aimed at Nirvana's front cannon bones with his hind legs in hopes of causing lameness. oo2. After he landed he kicked out again with his hind legs and aimed for Nirvana's chest and neck. oo3. Aimed to grab a hold of Nirvana's throat latch and rip a decent chunk of skin from it. oo4. Reared and sent repetitive flailing limbs at the brute's ears and eyes; he also aimed to pop him hard in the eye socket to impair his vision. oo5. Snaked his neck out and bared his teeth, aiming to peel skin off his face or jawline. Dodges» oo1. Moved quickly to his left to avoid the blunt of the kick to his left leg. Injuries» oo1. Lacerations on his front legs above his knees. oo2. Trip successfully ripped a decent chunk of his neck, causing it to bleed profusely. oo3. A decent size of his skin on the right side of his rump is ripped. oo4. Raidon received a small laceration on his right shoulder which bruised and swelled immediately. oo5. Trip successfully collided with Raidon causing his chest to be severely bruised and his previous lacerations above his knees to split open even further, making it slightly painful to walk. oo6. Large laceration above his left eye which is bleeding profusely. oo7. A hefty chunk of skin by his withers has been ripped off. oo8. A solid hit to his left shoulder that caused a small incision and eventually caused a pulled tendon when he landed the wrong way after an attack. Notes» --- Tagged» fleabittengray with Nirvana Word count» 634 (just the post) Status» Complete.
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 12, 2014 7:43:30 GMT -7
Name- Nirvana Breed- Percheron x Shire x Frisian x American Saddlebred Age- 3 Gender- xy Height- 19 hh Alliance- Dark Health- 1 - bruised forelegs from deflecting switchblade's attack 2 - tear in his neck on the left about 4 inches long; severe bleeding 3 - left side of his face is bruised 4 - small chunk of skin removed from his right cheek; mild bleeding 5 - right side of his neck is heavily bruised making it painful to move his head 6 - bruised chest with a small laceration; little bleeding 7 - chunk ripping out of the left side of his throat; heavy bleeding 8 - skin pulled away from his left cheek; minor bleeding Mental: Depression and intermittent explosive disorder
This battle wasn't that bad. Rather easy, actually. He towered above his opponent and with his size and muscle mass he could put more power behind each attack. However, the draft mutt was heavier and slower. Raidon, that little shit, was more agile than him. He would be able to dodge attacks quicker so Nirvana had to plan his actions carefully. His goal was to play off of Raidon's attacks, using counter attacks inside of just charging at him. That wasn't going to work, especially with the drizzle and slush and ice. No, he had to be careful with how he acted in the rest of the battle. He continued to trot around in his circle, looking for any sort of injury. He could see the fresh blood on the brute's withers and he was bleeding just above his eye. Nirvana smirked, pleased with himself. He could taste blood on his tongue and the slush that made up the arena floor was mixed with red droplets of warm blood - some from this battle, as well as battles before this one. The ground looked like a murder scene but to his knowledge no equine had died in battle. Not yet, anyway, though he wanted to make that change. Killing Raidon would be so much more fun than pussy footing around and giving little wimpy attacks so that he didn't kill him.
The attack to Raidon's shoulder had gone smoothly. He had felt his massive, dinnerplate size dagger hit its mark and now Raidon was favorite his left leg. Good, now they were even. It was painful for Nirvana to move because of his bruised legs, chest, and neck and now Raidon had a shoulder injury which would hinder his movements. He chuckled, stopping his circle and swishing his tail against his hide. He watched for a moment as Raidon charged him and, with a soft snort, Nirvana charged forward as well. The two brutes met, Nirvana skipping forward slightly. As he tried to steady himself, the first attack came, and the draft mix felt sharp incisors tear at the skin of his throat. He yanked his head away, rearing up as the blood began to gush from the wound. In pain but now showing it, Nirvana reared and met each kick with one of his own, bruising his legs even more. Agitated, he kicked out at any part of Raidon that he could reach, reaching down and nipping at the injury above Raidon's eye. That attack had made it easier for Raidon to reach his face and Nirvana found himself cursing softly as skin was torn away from his left cheek.
Both brutes landed and Nirvana wasted no time. He lunged forward, closing the small distance between them as he tried to ram his chest against the smaller brute while simultaneously reaching his sore neck out and attempting a bite to the brute's back. When Raidon moved away, Nirvana mirrored his motions, never letting too much of a distance form between them. He kept himself moving, prancing in place. He observed how Raidon kept his left foreleg lifted and an idea formed in his head. Is that all you got pansy? Amused laughter peeled from behemoth's lips and he shook his head, wincing slightly. "Awh, giving me nicknames already? I'm honored!" he cooed sarcastically, arching his neck which caused the blood to flow faster from his wound, trickling down his chest leg. "Can I call you buttercup? You look like a buttercup." He laughed again before rushing forward, fighting to find traction on the ice, and approached the brute's left side. He reared up again, aiming at Raindon's injured shoulder with first one hoof then the other, determined to cripple the stallion.
tagged: @horsehuggr w/ raidon words: 633 notes: hey just thought i should tell ya that you're missing part of the form for raidon. you're missing what breed(s) he is. (: attacks: 1 - reared up and kicked at raidon's face, hoping to hit his eyes or ears 2 - charged and slid into raidon and bit his withers, trying to make him unbalanced 3 - kicked at the back of raidon's front left leg, hoping to injure the tendons 4 - reared when raidon reared, kicking at his legs, chest, neck, throat, ears, and eyes 5 - nipped at raidon's injury eye 6 - tried to ram his chest against raidon's while trying to bite his back 7 - charged and reared, kicking at raidon's injured shoulder
dodges: 1 - dodged the kick to his forelegs 2 - deflected raidon's rear with his own
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2014 9:05:16 GMT -7
Name» Raidon Breed» Anglo Arabian x Appaloosa x Dutch Warmblood x Thoroughbred x Quarter Horse Age» 2 years Gender» Stallion Height» 16.2 hands Alliance» Dark Mental Health» 100% Physical Health» 66% Hits» oo1. Raidon aimed at Nirvana's front cannon bones with his hind legs in hopes of causing lameness. oo2. After he landed he kicked out again with his hind legs and aimed for Nirvana's chest and neck. oo3. Aimed to grab a hold of Nirvana's throat latch and rip a decent chunk of skin from it. oo4. Reared and sent repetitive flailing limbs at the brute's ears and eyes; he also aimed to pop him hard in the eye socket to impair his vision. oo5. Snaked his neck out and bared his teeth, aiming to peel skin off his face or jawline. Dodges» oo1. Moved quickly to his left to avoid the blunt of the kick to his left leg. oo2. Raidon moved out of the way when Nirvana aimed to hit his already injured shoulder in order to avoid complete lameness. Injuries» oo1. Lacerations on his front legs above his knees. oo2. Trip successfully ripped a decent chunk of his neck, causing it to bleed profusely. oo3. A decent size of his skin on the right side of his rump is ripped. oo4. Raidon received a small laceration on his right shoulder which bruised and swelled immediately. oo5. Trip successfully collided with Raidon causing his chest to be severely bruised and his previous lacerations above his knees to split open even further, making it slightly painful to walk. oo6. Large laceration above his left eye which is bleeding profusely. oo7. A hefty chunk of skin by his withers has been ripped off. oo8. A solid hit to his left shoulder that caused a small incision and eventually caused a pulled tendon when he landed the wrong way after an attack. oo9. Lacerations on his throat and a bruised nose which caused him to have a nose bleed, his neck wounds are also bleeding. o10. Split skin above his left eye where Nirvana ripped his wound open even further. o11. Small chunk of skin missing on his back and a bruised chest from colliding. Notes» Thanks gray! I thought something was missing xD this can now be judged! Tagged» fleabittengray with Nirvana Status» Complete & Ready to be judged!
staff edit: image removed due to not having propper credits on the image.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 10:46:31 GMT -7
@semperfiesty - has agreed on judging this battle
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 7:33:37 GMT -7
I am just going to go ahead and judge this battle. Since gray is back and is taking over this tournament again (but she can't judge this fight since she is in it)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 8:12:09 GMT -7
Raidon played by HH Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments:No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 10 Comments: Used aimed and hoped for so all good there. 1000 Words Or Less: 10 Comments: all good Correct Setting: 10 Comments: Described the setting correctly. Realistic Attacks: 9 Comments: dodged a point away from the rearing attack on a grounding like this. It would end in more then just sliding a bit. Attacks felt rushed off at the end of the first post. Could have been described more. Attacks were good though and what you would see in a real life battle. Realistic Dodges: 9,5 Comments: Moving quickly out of the way seems a bit not fitting the setting well enough. Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments:Injuries from former battle stated, still effecting him so this is all very realistic. Realistic injuries that were added in this round. Physical health kept lowering ! Spelling/Grammar: 9 Comments: Some spelling mistakes. Would instead of wound. Things like that, Could by type in errors. Some sentences felt rushed off and were missing the flow. Total Score: 77,5 Nirvana played by gray Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments: Completed (thump up for letting HH know she was missing part of her form. ) No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 10 Comments: Used hoped and seek when aiming to attack the opponent. So it was nice to read the posts. 1000 Words Or Less: 10 Comments: All good. Correct Setting: 10 Comments: Rain from the sky and ice on the ground. Felt all good to me. Realistic Attacks: 9 Comments: Good attacks, nice flow in them. To much rearing for an icy ground like today though. Realistic Dodges: 9,5 Comments: Rearing up like that while dodging would lead to him sliding or falling down. Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments: Injuries from former battle is listed, and continue to add on injuries when this round continues. They are realistic. Spelling/Grammar: 9,5 Comments: Some sentences felt rushed off. Did not spot many spelling mistakes, dinnerplate should have been dinner plate. Total Score: 78 YOU GUYS ! made this not easy for me. This battle was so close ! Congrats to fleabittengray for winning this round with 0,5 points ! Since this is Raidon's second loss he is out of the tournament. We thank him for taking a part in this and doing an awesome job!
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