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Name- Totilas
Breed- AQH x WB x TB x Andalusian
Age- 7
Gender- stallion
Height- 16.3hh
Alliance- dark
Health- 100%
Adolpha's terms: two hits and no dodge. Five days to reply between posts. No word count. If Totilas wins, he takes the lands. If Adolpha wins, she remains within the lands

The leviathan had pulled a deviant trick, he had known if he was to steal the fat bitch, she would have been blocked with ease, yet with the help of a family friend, she had no choice but to come and defend her precious lands. Lands that were rightfully his. Totilas stood, waiting on the border of Ward XII, until he saw her pass him by, unnoticed by the cover of timbers in which he remained in. Arching his nape, the piano hued leviathan made his exit, cerulean lampistras cast to the heavens, the heavy grey cumulo nimbus clouds brimmed with the promise of heavy snow. Tossing his skull in defiance, the behemoth moved steadily towards the battle lands, his heart remaining at a steady drum beat, pushing him on, the sounds of war echoed through his lobes, his fore lock slicing against his poll, echoing whip lashes through his mind. Family had softened the serial killer, slowing his needs he had since a young one to eradicate his entire blood family. Yet he had waited, grew a mutual respect with his sister, her current position an advantage to the fight he was yet to engage in. A guttural grumble vibrated through his ribs, shaking the bones and the muscles of his very being as he continued to his destination, his boa arched perfectly, his chin hairs bristling the smooth outline of his chest muscles.

As promised, white flakes began to descend from the dreary heavens above, white crystals of frozen liquids, each individual in its formation, hung easily off of his eyelashes and tresses, his ice blue azures refusing to be violated by the whims of nature itself. Daggers maimed and tore at the topography, a muffled crunch added to his step as he entered the evident lands of the battle fields. A small smirk crossed his visage as he chose his space wisely, idly passing few that may give either side an advantage. Totilas cantered easily up a slope, his muscles warming under the increase of blood that circulated through his body, yet he was not tired. Upon the brow of the summit, the duke halted, a circular plateau of snow, half open the other half towered over by cliffs. The duo toned leviathan smirked, knowing the only disadvantage he had now was his height, yet there was nothing he could do about that. Although warm from his trip here, the duke was not tired, no sweat lined his brow nor were there any pains within his frame. Shaking his muscled crest, the duke turned to look down upon the trail he had taken, his boa stretching to allow optimum visualization of the lands he now stood in.

Cold flurries of snow whipped past his facade, the snow gathering in the grooves of his face and melted droplets fell from his mane and rolled down over his muscles shoulders. Steadily, he turned away, the snow gathering on the ground below him, the sky matching in hue to the bone covered land. The onyx and ivory hued demon turned his facade to the side, slicing his tendrils against his hocks with an audible slap. The wind rattled past him, hitting the walls of the cliffs and rolling around the spherical area in which he stood in, bringing with it, the muffled crunches of repetitive footfalls echoed around his lobes until they drew ever closer. With his back to the approaching wench, Totilas moved his skull from side to side, both sides answered with an audible pop, adrenaline flooding his system with anticipation. The footfalls of the bitch finally halted behind him, knowing full well he had given her the advantage. Adolpha, the next words that come out of your mouth better be some brilliant fuckin' Mark Twain shit. he spoke under his breath, turning to face the bone hued vixen before continuing, taking into appreciation her size and mass against his own body. A gallant smile mutilated his facade before speaking once more. 'Cause it's definitely getting chiseled on your tombstone. words fell like stones between them. Your move, bitch


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Name- Adolpha
Breed- Shire & Clydesdale
Age- Seven
Gender- Female
Height- 19 hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%
Terms- Two hits &  no dodges. Five days to post. Winner gets lands.

When left to her thoughts, Adolpha would find herself in the past. A time when she was young and foolish. Wanting to follow her dreams rather than do as she was told. Falling in love and letting that love blind her. She thought she knew all the risks she was taking by being with him but the truth was she had no idea how far herd was willing to go to break her. Her life did not start off so bad. All she had was a feeling that there was more out there than the life she was living. You were not allowed to question anything and if you did you were scorned for it. Your training started once you were born, there was no such thing as being equal or living your own life. You had to be submissive and just accept being dirt. Adolpha always questioned her parents and never back down from a fight. No matter what they did to her, she would always fight back. She did not like being treated like dirt and wanted to be treated as equal. Adolpha wanted to feel emotions and not turn into some mindless creature. Her instants told her that there was more to life than that and she followed them. When the herd was at its wits end, they planned on letting her go off on her own and fend for herself. Thinking that facing the real world would send her running back home. The only thing that it did was fuel her fire.

Being away from the herd made her feel alive. All she wanted to do was run as far away as she could but despite all her questions and fighting back, she still had fear. So when the day had ended she would return to the herd. During that time, she found a stallion. Sweet and kind, he did not push her to do anything and was very accepting of who she was. Lending a ear for whatever she had to say. From that point she would sneak away as much as she could to see him and as time passed feelings started to develop. Adolpha should have ran away with him but she didn't. One night lead to her baring his foal and that was when all hell broke loose. Little did she know that the herd had been watching. That they knew about her sneaking away to see him and were only waiting for the right moment to make their move. They caught her off guard, forcing her to stay behind while her lover was expecting her. Instead he got the herd and they brought him before Adolpha so she could watch him die slowly. His screams hunt her till this day but they were nothing compared to the cries her foal made when it was taken from her at birth. She did not have a chance and the foal was also killed before her eyes. They left her for dead after that, not being able to break her. After all she went through, Adolpha still challenge them. Death was not part of her plan and she was picked up by her lovers herd.

After that there was no going back. She did not stay very long with her lovers herd. They reminded her too much of her past. All she wanted was to move on. From that point on she saw that time as a moment of weakness. Telling herself over and over again that she would never be weak. Plans started to form in her head as she wonder alone for a few years. Cleansing herself of her former life. After that, her mind was made up and she went after a land. Picking the one that appeared dead and making it her own. Now she had a school for darks up in running and loyal herd members. None of them question her rule and supported her. Adolpha's herd was nothing like the herd she left behind. It was perfect and it was her own. Being stolen for the second time did not make her think less of those under her rule. They were all busy and shit happens. Adolpha could handle anything that came her way. At least she like to think so. As powerful as she like to consider herself, she knew not everyone was perfect. Each had their faults, just as her appointment in this battle did. What a waste of time, having someone steal her just to tell her of this battle. There was a few she had in mind that could have done this, so when she reach the grounds it was no surprise to see the back of the black painted stallion. Ignoring his words, she let out a laugh. Loud enough so he could hear it. Adolpha did not let his harsh words phase her. It was typical of his nature. Her laughter stopped and she took a deep breath. Pust' bitva nachnetsya...Let the battle begin! She spoke in Russian first and than translate it for him. Not wanting to make the first move, she waited for his.

Hits- one two
Dodges- None Allowed
Attacks- None Given
Injures- None Taken

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Name- Totilas
Breed- AQH x WB x TB x Andalusian
Age- 7
Gender- stallion
Height- 16.3hh
Alliance- dark
Health- 100%
Adolpha's terms: two hits and no dodge. Five days to reply between posts. No word count. If Totilas wins, he takes the lands. If Adolpha wins, she remains within the lands

It was all he could have done, to reclaim his lands as his own, and now with the support of his sister, he knew he had this Adolpha in a grid lock. Chuckling, the duke awaited her approach, slicing his tendrils against his muscled hide, hearing her laughter upon the cold winds that stung his nose, he turned his skull, an invisible brow arched in anticipation of the words she would most likely spit. A flurry of syllables escaped her jowls, quickly followed by a direct translation; rolling his cerulean lampistras, the hell hound sighed, shaking his skull. I had hoped for something a little more... he paused for a moment, mentally gathering the word out of his vocabulary. Interesting? After all,a bitch of your intelligence could surely spout something with a little integrity. Shaking his skull in mock disappointment, the ivory and obsidian painted leviathan chuckled, watching her with a wary gaze, she had made no advancements. Calculating, he moved silently through the gathering snow, moving along the wall of the cliff, his mind reeling off numbers, percentages, anything that could help him gain the advantage over the witch. His mind looked for her weak spots, her disadvantage was her mass, her bulky physique left her little to be swift with, unlike Totilas, who in that respect had the upper hand.

Moving around her like a vulture, he knew she was one who loathed anticipation, hated the suspense before the blows. Yet Totilas wasn't here to keep her fucking happy, in fact, it was quite the opposite. The circle he had chosen was now deep with snow, the drift against the base of the cliffs was almost as tall as himself, it was then he knew this would be a hard battle to win. Flattening his twin peaks in determination, the stallion pushed his jaw to his chest, limbs extending and thundering through the snow, his gaze set on the ivory witch like a heat seeking missile. As soon as he neared her left shoulder, he rose onto hind daggers; alas, he moved too quickly, feeling his weight slide from under him, causing his fore appendages to potentially hit her a little harder than he had first intended, his bended limbs potentially hitting against her, yet with no damage intended he continued, his main goal was his pearly whites, destined to make contact with her poll. Believing to have made contact with something, his calcified bones clamped down -on mane or flesh, he could not tell- yet still he shook his skull, aiming to tear a chunk of her nape from the muscles and sinews that held it in place. Releasing, he pushed away from her, spitting crimson from his jaws, whether it was her putrid claret or his own, it stained the ivory crystals that rose to his knees. The dull ache and throb in his jaw from the impact of his attack may have indicated that it was in fact, his blood, yet the snow flakes in his voids gleaned him of all certainty. Almost leaping through the snow, he moved away from her, his gait lofty to advance through the snow, swinging his quarters round, he stood squarely, facing her head on with his rump against the cold surface of the cliff face.

Slicing his tendrils against his hide with an audible smack, he kept in time with his heart rate, the adrenaline coursing through him like a venom, his senses suddenly ignited, harks rising from the ocean of ebony tresses they had been submerged in. Totilas was aware he could have done all the damage now, leave her a bloodied mess, but he almost craved the beatings she would give him, let her feel the power before he took it all away from her. Totilas inhaled steadily, holding the oxygen in his chest a moment longer than he required before releasing the carbon as visible twin jets of translucent mist from his nares. Dampened black tresses tumbled and stuck over his ivory hued facade, scars from previous battles now little more than pencil marks in his flesh. No words left his jaws, he simply allowed the silence to fall between them like the snow, heavy and unrelenting. Blinking, he moved the crystals from his lashes, a fore dagger pawing at the lithosphere in anticipation, daring her to continue, daring her to make her first and potentially last move, Totilas was ready to rip her apart where she stood.


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Attack 01. Editted. Totilas charged at Adolpha's left shoulder, he reared up in order to bite and tear at her poll, yet he slipped so his knees made contact but caused no harm

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Name- Adolpha
Breed- Shire & Clydesdale
Age- Seven
Gender- Female
Height- 19 hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%
Terms- Two hits & no dodges. Five days to post. Winner gets lands.

This was not her first battle. The last time she had set foot on the grounds she met with a Versai mare. Wanting to take away her son for her school. Her goal was to take the colt from its mother and gain his trust. So much that he would not want to leave, if given the choice. However that was not the case, Adolpha ended up losing the battle and forced to turn away for the time being. The draft mare had to admit she was not trying as hard when it came to that battle. She did not care if she won or lost. In the end her name had gotten out there. She knew that there was so many foals out there she could try to steal. Not to mention, so many foals she could just take off the hands of un wanted parents. Adolpha would give the Versai her time of peace but she would try to strike again, just for the hell of it. As for this battle, there was no losing. She would give it all she had. Not wanting to lose the lands she worked hard to build. With the school up and running, there was too many equines counting on her to win. All her allies had her back and she knew that even if she lost, her herd would follow behind her into the sub herd. It would not be ideal but at least she would not lose everything. In her eyes it would only be temporary. As soon as her wounds healed she would come back and battle Totilas for the lands again. Adolpha would not give up. Not until she took her last breath.

Winter was her favorite time of the year. The snow blending in with her pelt and the earth renewing itself. When it all melted away, life could start over and she felt that just like the snow, her own life would melt away and she could start over. Soon enough her thoughts were ruined by the taunting words of her challenger. You're not worth it. So much emotion behind her words. She knew not to let him get the best of her. If he did, than that meant that he already won this battle. Blue eyes watch as he made his first move, circling her like a predator would do to its prey. She was guilty of doing this herself but was not comfortable with it being used on her. Adolpha raised her head, letting him get the look he needed. Trying to prove a point that he did not phase her. The mare knew that she was larger than him and that this would not matter in battle. It was all about skill and determination. Every equine had their weakness. Adolpha dug at the earth with her front hooves. One by one, each taking their turn starting with the right and than her left. Adolpha's head bobbing a little as he did his circle. This was the part she did not like. Having to wait for him to make the first move. Tempted to say something to Totilas and egg him on, he than went for the strike. Adolpha bracing herself as best as she could, since there was no dodging attacks in this battle.

The draft mare watched as he neared her left shoulder. He lifted himself up but rather than feel his hooves dig into her shoulder like knifes, she felt his teeth latch onto her pole. He twisted and pulled at that area and she held back the need to move out of his hold. Once he let go, she could feel the blood dripping down her neck and could feel some of her hair had gone missing. Her head started to ache from the attack but she ignored it. It was a good thing equines teeth were nothing like wolves or large cats. Otherwise they would both be in deep trouble. She was sure that they both shared the same view of tearing into each other's flesh. Wasting no time, Adolpha made the next move. Moving as close as she could to Totlias front, she lifted herself up and onto her back legs. Rearing as high as her body would allow. Then she aimed her front hooves at the stallion's head but would be happy if it even just hit his neck or chest. Adolpha kicked out as much as she could until her body gave in and she was forced to have all fours on the ground again. Turning away from the painted stallion and waiting for his next move. The last time she had gone into battle, Adolpha was left with a few scars. This time would be no different and in a way she was looking forward to telling their tales. Excitement now filled her veins. What a shame this was going to end so soon.

Hits- one two
Dodges- None Allowed
Attacks-
-- Came to the front of Totlias and reared. Kicking out with her front legs at his head and neck area.
Injures-
-- Bite mark at her pole. Skin was ripped/torn. Bleeding and bruising in that area with slight hair loss. Caused minimal head ace.

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Name- Totilas
Breed- AQH x WB x TB x Andalusian
Age- 7
Gender- stallion
Height- 16.3hh
Alliance- dark
Health- 90%
Adolpha's terms: two hits and no dodge. Five days to reply between posts. No word count. If Totilas wins, he takes the lands. If Adolpha wins, she remains within the lands

His labrums pulled back in a mutilated sneer, ribs vibrating as she spoke her retort, a clearly unplanned set of words thrown to the wind. Totilas allowed his weight to become even under the layers of snow that continued to gather around his joints. Locking into her vision, he rose his chin defiantly, kowing within his gut alone he was a worthy opponent of this wench. Clearly I am worthy of something, or you wouldn't be here, you incompetent slut he growled through clenched dentals, infuriated by her stupidity. A low growl vibrated his through his chasms, his cerulean azures locked onto the bone pained cunt with an intense grip, a look that could take the life of many, if only rules permitted. His blows delivered, he stood with his rump to the cold face of the cliffs, cocaine dust gathering on his quarters as he waited, watching her calculate her next move. Totilas knew what he had to do, as soon as the lands were his, things would change. He would gather what he needed too, horde the finest warriors ready for her return. Alas, he had no intention of creating theatrical schools for those who were uncertain of their path or lacked destination, he simply aimed to make a home, gather those that wished to join him, and if that meant living alone, so be it. His thoughts traveled then to Nervosa, his harks flattening at the thought of the deceitful whore, should they cross paths again, he would skin her alive, her and their foal. Hades had remained true though, he had stayed alongside his father, his muted honesty an uneasy trust to the painted stallion, yet he would remain hopeful that the colt would reside with him until he found pastures new.

Dull drum beats through crisp ice drew his attention to the advancing mass of Adolpha, his muscles relaxed, knowing only too well that blows on hardened tissue would hurt so much more. His gaze locked onto hers, refusing to break the visual link, even as she would deliver the blows. Watching with a critical gaze, the draft bitch rose onto her hind pillars, Totilas watching as her daggers rose with her, the solidified keratin blocks striking at him, the first blow landed on his brow, the skin that was once taught over the bone now split, hot crimson coursing into his occuli and trickling down his facade. Shaking his skull in discomfort, the second blow slit the skin down his nape, peeling back to reveal a thin line of muscle, more claret flowing freely from his wounds. Pain was replaced y rage, his cranium shaking violently from left to right, blood spattering his pelt, the snow and the cliff behind him. Raising his skull, he cracked his pearly whites together, blood trailing down his facade and rolling off his jaws. Breathing steadily, the hell hound released a guttural snarl, his kissers peeling back as he slowly advanced on Adolpha. Droplets of crimson gathered and fell from his matted tresses, rolling down his shoulder and trailing behind him, his lampistras darkening in their bony incarcerations. Summing her up, he knew now he could inflict no incapacitating blows to her upper hemisphere, so he would have to aim below the belt.

Within seconds, he was air born, from her right side, he twisted in midair, his body contorting as he threw both his hind columns up to the arch below her flank where her leg joined her abdomen, his mass moving onto the forehand as he tucked his skull between his forelimbs, his whiskers tickling the snow. With all the force he could muster, Totilas sent both hind limbs to the shadowed area where he underbelly joins to her hidden loins one hind limb aimed an inch or so higher, at her the taught flesh his intentions to rip the skin, tear the sinews that held her bulk in its place; his other appendage was aimed for her opposite hind limb, his destination was the tender muscle that disappeared into bone that supported tendons and arteries, the tube structures protruding over the bony joints. His mind was blinded by adrenaline, yet his aim was true enough, heightened by this sudden release of exhilaration. Totilas pulled his limbs back into him as soon as he had hoped contact had been made sufficiently enough, his cranium raising in a down pour of blood, the crimson fluids spraying from his azure as he pulled is mass away on his appendages, shoulders engaging to pull his mass away from the wench as quickly as possible.

Totilas stood a few meters away, his bone hued covering now stained red with his own life lines, his gaze full of idle hatred, his body pumped full of the endogenous opiate, fueling him into action once again as his mass moved forwards, the dull throbbing of pain in his serpant almost spurring him forwards, his natural petroleum. Now standing between her and the only exit from this arena, He paced the line daringly, his body surprisingly loose as he spun at each end, almost patrolling her the one exit they both shared. Tilting his skull, he faced her now with the one eye that wasn't submerged in a steady flow of blood, his gaze although halved, was doubled in intensity, his nares flaring as he eyed her dangerously. Let's have it then, bitch. Because if  I don't stay down after this next hit, you better make sure you can run fucking fast. he spat, such venom and ferocity in his words the heat from them was almost felt physically. Slicing his tendrils against his rump with an audible smack, he continued to pace, knowing full well he was out of attacks, he only had to sustain one more injury. Such a shame, what he wouldn't give to have just one more punch to throw her way.



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[Attacks - 1, 2

Attack 01. Editted. Totilas charged at Adolpha's left shoulder, he reared up in order to bite and tear at her poll, yet he slipped so his knees made contact but caused no harm

Attack 02. Totilas turned his hind quarters on Adolpha, kicking at her with both hind legs, both aimed towards her undercarriage, in hope to bruise/scuff/rip the flesh and the muscled area just above the opposite hock where the tendons and arteries protrude, aiming to render her leg lame for a period of time.

Injury 01. Adolpha reared and struck at his head/neck/chest. Totilas received a blow to the eye, which will scar and bruise, as well as gash to the neck.

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Name- Adolpha
Breed- Shire & Clydesdale
Age- Seven
Gender- Female
Height- 19 hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 65%
Terms- Two hits & no dodges. Five days to post. Winner gets lands.

Stallions were all the same to Adolpha. The way they walked and talked. For some reason they feel that they defy all the odds and mares don't stand a chance. They were too cocky for their own good and all she wanted to do was teach them all a lesson they would never forget. Mares were just as strong and you would think history might have shown that. Yet stallions still held their heads high. Mares did all the work and if they would just stop and look, maybe they would get off mare's backs. If there was no mares then their herds would be nothing. There was more to them than just breeding and building numbers. They could have just as much power as stallions and put them in their place. That was all Totilas needed, was to be put into his place. Listening to his words she just smirked. It was sad how he tossed words around. It only made him look worse. Toying with the word slut, as he called her. Clearly he had been around too many to think she was one. Adolpha did not respond to his childish words. He was nothing to her. There are rules set in place and it was the only reason she was humoring him. He had set the challenge and these rules forced her to give him the attention he thought he was worthy of. If it was not for them, she would not be wasting her time. In her eyes he was just a coward. If he was such a hot shot than why didn't he steal her himself? He could have just walked into her lands and stated his challenge. What was the point in having someone else steal her and then tell her to meet him here? Her only guess was that it was fear. Fear of the wolves she had befriended. Fear of her herd and how close they were to her. Did he have that? Adolpha did not know much about Totlias but her guess was that he had nothing and was just a lonely fool. No herd to back him up and no family to worry about him if he was to disappear or die. Adolpha may not have blood family but she had her herd. She needed to win this battle for them, more than for herself. She did not want to fail them. Even if she knew they would still have her back, if she lost.

Shaking her head, she realize she was thinking too far ahead. Even if they both had one more move to make, the battle was not over and there was no verdict. They could be as cocky as they wanted to be but the final word had yet to be reached. She could only hope that she would come out of this battle as a winner. True, weather she won or not she would come to fight for the lands back. Being a sub herd was no option fro her and just temporary until she had a main land. Despite what she did think of stallions, she had to admit that there was three who had won her over. Not her heart but her respect and attention. Trip was an old friend, who was determine for no reason to have her respect. Telling her of old friends he sued to have that saw the world into he same way she did. He was determined and even with his few flaws, she allowed an alliance to be struck and now the stallion was on standby. If she lost this battle, her herd would be moved under his. It was not ideal since he was part of the Helkaer but she had no issue working her way around the group. The second stallion to gain her respect was Roman. A young stallion that she tried to steal away but in the end he was blocked. Naturally she went to challenge for him but a deal was struck instead. So now him and his family was part of her herd. At first she was not too sure of him but with time he grew on her. Adolpha did not mind his family and she respected how such a good father he was and how kind he appeared to be to his mates. The last stallion to gain her respect was now her Second in command, Thanatos. Calling himself the bringer and God of death. The black stallion had willingly entered her lands and called for her attention. He showed no fear and held himself in a way like she had not seen. The way he spoke about being a true Dark had sent a chill down her spine and right away she knew, he would be perfect for the position. A great addition to the school and a loyal comrade. He was the last to join her heard, before all this mess.

It was funny how a mare with such a hate for stallions, ended up with so many as her allies and friends. Maybe she did not hate them as much as she let off. Than again, as she waited for Totilas to make his last move, she was reminded why she did not like the opposite sex. The painted stallion really did get under her skin but she would never let him know it. She knew he would enjoy that too much. Snapping back to reality, Adolpha scanned Totilas over. Admiring her handy work. The blood dripping off his pelt made her smile. She knew he would try to make her pay for that eye and she was ready for it. Standing her ground, she narrowed her eyes at him as if saying Bring it on!. The battle was thrilling, she could give him that. Soon enough he started to move and Adolpha watched as he turned his back to her and let out a kick. His hooves hitting her undercarriage and just above her hock. The pain made her limp down. Losing the weight she had on her back leg. She would have fallen over it was not for her other legs. Blood dripped from that area and as she turned her head to look over the damage, she knew she could no longer trust her back legs for her last attack. She would risk losing her balance and causing more damage. She tried lifting the leg up from the ground but it only sent more pain up her leg. Pulling her attention from her wound she shook her head to his last set of words and rolled her eyes. Where would be the fun in that? I want you to suffer. She did not waste anymore time. Adolpha moved towards Totilas. Her leg making her limp as she moved but no matter what this last move had to count. Letting her body twist in the last moment and then she bucked as hard as she could at the painted stallions ribs. She knew it was not as strong as it should have been but there was no other attack she could think of. Doing her best not to repeat herself or copy the moves of her opponent. Once her legs reached the snow, she moved away. Both glad that this battle was over but unhappy that she could not make him bleed again. Now, it was all just a matter of waiting.

Hits- one two
Dodges- None Allowed
Attacks-
-- Came to the front of Totlias and reared. Kicking out with her front legs at his head and neck area.
-- Bucked as hard as she could at Totlias ribs. Hoping to cause lacerations or bruising. Possible breaking of the ribs.
Injures-
-- Bite mark at her pole. Skin was ripped/torn. Bleeding and bruising in that area with slight hair loss. Caused minimal head ace.
-- Lacerations and bruising to her undercarriage causing her to limp when she is walking. Will not be bale to run and will receive minimal pain when in motion.

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Name- Totilas
Breed- AQH x WB x TB x Andalusian
Age- 7
Gender- stallion
Height- 16.3hh
Alliance- dark
Health- 50%
Adolpha's terms: two hits and no dodge. Five days to reply between posts. No word count. If Totilas wins, he takes the lands. If Adolpha wins, she remains within the lands

It would be naive for anyone to consider how he had got her attention as an act of fear or stupidity. What he had done was given himself the advantage, in her absence, he had been able to choose and locate an arena suitable for her demise and, hopefully, his victory. Totilas pushed off on his taught strings, pistons pushing him away from her with an unnatural ease and grace, his duo toned mass almost floating over the snow. Skidding to a slightly undignified halt, the leviathan spun on his hocks, facing her head on, watching as hot crimson poured from her inner thigh, pooling at her feet, leaving a red snake down her leg as it pumped furiously, tricking down over her limb. A satisfied leer mutilated his facade, watching as she limped to adjust her weight, his aim had been true enough and he was satisfied knowing that there would a souvenir for her as well as there would be for him. Cocking his skull to get full view of her, the demon watched as she adjusted to this sudden pain, raising his chin defiantly, the duke shook his cranium slightly, the blood drying on his muscles pulled against the flesh, refusing to break and give him some form of comfort. A guttural growl vibrated through his chasms, an attempt to spur her on, to allow her to have the last word which she seemed to crave so badly. Totilas was fully aware of their differences, her numbers behind her were impressive, whereas he craved the bear minimal, a large her was baggage, and weight would only drag you down.

Her words pulled him from his thoughts, his harks raising a fraction to catch them, her words only causing him to laugh out loud, his ice blue azures a full throttled fire as he locked onto her. Darling, you don't know what suffering is. he spat at her, his words laced with such malice and venom he would care little if he lost, for he would come back stronger than ever next time, if need be he would set fire to her very world, burn them all alive. It would be his goal, his mission if need be. Disjointed drum beats caused him to turn his skull to face her, watching as she advanced clearly in pain as she made her move. Totilas watched with amusement, within seconds she was beside him, her mass spun and her hind limbs sent vertical, her entire weight thrown into her hind limbs. The bones below the skin sounded like a shot gun blast, the noise reaching his amphitheaters before the pain burned and seared him. His body fell away from the impact, his legs crossing as he struggled to remain upright, blood spraying from the fresh wound along his rib cage, three splintered bones stuck out precariously in a line, grating against the open flesh with every movement, each movement felt like a fresh break as he regained his balance. Breathing heavily, the stallion stood squarely, his composure regained as scarlet tears rolled down around his barrel before dripping onto the snow below him.

Until next time, Adolpha. he snarled through clenched pearly whites, dropping his forehand in a mock bow, his gaze never leaving her disappearing behind, a crimson trail left behind as she vanished into the snow. Totilas stood for a few moments, flexing his nape to remove the dull ache that had began to throb from the deep laceration, fresh blood bubbling along the edges before he shook himself free, wading through the snow. His lids half closed, searching through the snow as he wouldn't put an ambush past the harlot. Satisfied she had left, the duo toned gladiator moved onwards, descending down the slopes, the ongoing snow storm battered his frame, cooling his warm exterior and fresh wounds, soothing the burning sensations that ran around him, his limbs aching from the exertion of attacks and the thick snow. His recovery time was unknown, but he expected a lengthy process was ahead of him. Slicing his ebony tendrils against his hide with an audible smack, Totilas made his way to the land he knew he had to reach before she did, his siblings.


[Words - 707]
[Muse - Not too good but wanted to give a final post with him.
[Tagged - @malice w/Adolpha]
[Attacks - 1, 2

Attack 01. Editted. Totilas charged at Adolpha's left shoulder, he reared up in order to bite and tear at her poll, yet he slipped so his knees made contact but caused no harm

Attack 02. Totilas turned his hind quarters on Adolpha, kicking at her with both hind legs, both aimed towards her undercarriage, in hope to bruise/scuff/rip the flesh and the muscled area just above the opposite hock where the tendons and arteries protrude, aiming to render her leg lame for a period of time.

Injury 01. Adolpha reared and struck at his head/neck/chest. Totilas received a blow to the eye, which will scar and bruise, as well as gash to the neck.

Injury 02. Lacerated area over ribs, 3 broken ribs. Severe bruising will occur and his breathing will be implemented for a while.

THIS CAN NOW BE JUDGED LOVELY STAFF PEOPLE OF THE STAFF REALM =D

staff edit: table picture leads to wrong manipulation on dA.

[aliyaah]

I will tally this (form to come later I am just running to work)

[aliyaah]

Sorry it took so long guys. Had to go through multiple judges. e.e

Roleplayer & Character: A z z y with Totilas
Quality over Quantity: 14.5
Comments:
- I found yours to have the most amount of value, everything you talked about was about what was going on. A little bit of background information, but it all seemed to fit well together.
- Sometimes there were too many unnecessary words (wolf speak) and it distracted from the purpose of the story. No unnecessary events described from history that did not matter
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 13
Comments:
- 1st Post | It's very rare when one would give their opponent, the upper hand but to me it's a little bit of god modeling in my mind assuming something like that.
2nd | Moving around her like a vulture, he knew she was one who loathed anticipation, hated the suspense before the blows. | I see a major assumptive here, should be correct.
I suggest you double check your post for this part, other then that it was good.
Realism of Attack: 15
Comments:
- I could believe his first attack, after all with ice on the ground horses can easily slip.
- Realistic and well described
Attack Compared to Opponent: 13.5
Comments:
- His attacks are pretty well compared to Adolpha's, great writing style. Though the attacks are hard to understand with all of the large descriptive words. Why not try and be a little bit less descriptive and use simpler words.
- Attacks themselves were good, but because of a lot of descriptive things around it, the battle from Totilas' perspective was a little hard to follow.
Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
Spelling and Grammar: 12
Comments:
- I counted a total of 12 misspelled words & 11 grammar corrections. I recommend searching for a grammar checker online, there is a free one that can help you but other then than that I only see a few other issues with the way words are positioned.
- Multiple spelling and grammar errors

TOTAL: 83

Roleplayer & Character: @malice with Adolpha
Quality over Quantity: 13
Comments:
- Personal reasons for this fight were described, as were the consequences if she would loose.
- Gave a good description of the motivation and posts were easy to read.
- I got a bit of background about the character and her life, but yet I wondered why most of the first post was about where she came from before she moved to Wild Equines. I would have liked to see a bit more of what she had gone threw when she came to Wild Equines. Maybe you could also mention about more about her injuries and such in the post, instead of things that don't really pertain to it?
- I will say you need to play out a bit more of the attacks that she was given and what sort of injuries she got in her post. It makes me feel as if you where not describing it to the fullest and it deeply upset me. Please try and include her injuries, I think it would help you out.
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments: None
Realism of Attack: 14
Comments:
- Realistic and nice to read.
- I could see her first attack happening, but it still needed some work as well as the rest of her attacks. But you need to put a bit more description in your posts.
Attack Compared to Opponent: 13
Comments:
- Adolpha's attacks were easier to follow because overall her text was more straight to the point.
- I could see Totilas' attacks being more real than her own
Completion of the Form: 15
Comments: Filled in every time
Spelling and Grammar: 11.5
Comments:
- Multiple spelling and grammar errors.
- I found only 1 misspelled words & 15 grammar errors. I do highly suggest that you use a grammar and spelling checker before you publish your post. It seemed a bit choppy and odd, with all of the grammar errors.

TOTAL: 81.5

Congrats to Azzy with Totilas.

[A z z y]

whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa o.O

that was close though, well done shiz <3

[Deleted]

Didn't surprise me.