[Deleted]

Name- Enmity
Breed- Quarter Horse x Appaloosa
Age- 9 years
Gender- Mare
Height- 15.2hh
Alliance- Helkaer
Health- 85%(physical)-virtually blind in right eye, has injuries from the tournament, 100%(mental)

The amount of things that pissed this mare off was countless but there were things that enraged her. Having her lead stolen was one of those things. The two weeks were up and she was finally able to challenge for the freedom of Respira, one of the very few equines to have this perpetually angry mare’s respect. This wasn’t her first rumble and it certainly wasn’t going to be her last especially since she was also competing in the gladiator tournament. Thanks to that she was doing this fight while recovering from previous injuries. Most horses would rest their worn bodies but not this particular sour tempered beast. Enmity preferred to go into things balls deep. After this battle she would just have to jump right back into the tournament. She knew she was putting herself through hell but there was no other option. Respira needed to get back to Toxin Raj because Enmity did not want to run a herd. It was actually for the benefit of the entire world that Respira get back to her throne. Her anger would be her fuel just like it always was, but now she was fighting for a purpose.

Her nose was still in pain from the first round of battles, the cold and taking deep breaths stung her nasal cavities but she did her very best to ignore it. Pain wasn’t something she could think about right now. Thankfully her left shoulder wasn’t hurting so much anymore and she walked perfectly fine on it, the bruising really went down. However, her face was still bruised, swollen, and occasionally felt a dull pain. They were all injuries that weren’t life threatening or tipping points between her winning or losing. Slowly she walked into the fighting grounds, a place she was visiting more and more frequently. Apparently this was the spot to be since there were hints of previous battles everywhere, many more signs than the last time she graced this land with her presence. The little bit of snow that was left on the ground was slush mixed with the sand of the earth; a rather unpleasant mixture. Enmity was a mare of few words which made sense because she sucked at all things social. There were very few who wanted her around which was how she liked it. Not only was her personality foul, her appearance was just as horrid.

With a single functioning eyeball she scanned the area they would be fighting in. The sun was beginning to set which meant there wasn’t too much light and that was the reason she picked this time of day. Her right eyeball was clouded grey and virtually sightless. The bright light of the sun made her vision even more compromised. Dusk was the best time of day for her if she wanted to be able to see anything. In the shadows of the coming nightfall she looked like a demon come to life from a child’s nightmare. Her tail barely reached her hocks and was sparse while her mane stood upright because it never grew long enough to fall over. Though her winter coat hid a bunch of scars there was no hiding the disfigurement of her face. A scar beginning two inches above her right eye ended at the corner of her mouth. The pink skin was sensitive and easily prone to sunburn. Thankfully right now sunburned skin was the one thing she did not have to currently worry about.

The acerbic mare pawed at the ground and bobbed her head, her black upright mane wobbled back and forth from the motion. As much as she didn’t want to, Enmity opened her maw and unleashed a war cry to summon her opponent. Snake Eyes was his name and he already hated him. Because of this dumbass stallion she had to play leader which was something she was horrible at. Stallions were idiots. That was a cold hard fact. Not saying she hated stallions in particular. Truth be told she hated both genders just as equally, it was just that right now it was a stallion that was causing her to be extra grumpy. Other than her war cry, no other words were issued. Words weren’t necessary so she didn’t use them. If something was a waste then she wouldn’t do it. Now it was time for her to wait for the beast to show, if he had the balls.



Notes: I started writing this before the round 3 battles, so she has only round 1 battle injuries right now for this thread. Good Luck @rattler
Words: 738
Music: Random
Attacks: 1,2,3
Dodges: 1,2
Injuries Received:

If Enmity wins, Respira goes free.
The terms are 3 hits, 2 dodges, and 3 days to respond.
No word limit.


Link to picture

[Deleted]

Name- Snake Eyes
Breed- Arabian
Age- 5 years
Gender- Stallion
Height- 14.3hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%


The day had been a decent one. Oh it had indeed. He had done some productive resting and grazing, and enjoyed the sunshine, he even taught his daughter how to judge the depth and safety of water. The raven hued hellion let his salmon hued tongue slide slowly across his labarums. The chrome upon his facade stood out amongst the swarthy hide. Beryl lanterns watched his young daughter playing in a batch of snow. The mother, and his loved mate, of his child had disappeared without a trace, and since then he had been the one to bring up their children. Kenshin had grown old enough that he did not accept his fathers aid, but young Styx still needed it. He had been dejected when he discovered the disappearance of his mate, but he had to carry on. His little girl depended upon him and there was no one else he trusted enough to care for her the correct way. Styx was joyous as she pounced and rolled upon the fluffy white snow.


It had been two restless weeks since he had successfully claimed ownership of the now prisoner to the Ward XIII Respira. He had known her back in his own days as a Helkaer, but those days were long gone now. No, now he worked for a former enemy. What had made him turn? What had made him decide the Helkaers were no longer his calling? He had been kicked out. Was it revenge he sought? Or was he just like he always had been and wanting to create drama and chaos for others? Even he himself did not know this. But he loved every minute of it. Oh how glorious it felt to know he had gotten on someones nerves the second he stole Respira. Enmity had come to claim the challenge. Snake had waited the two weeks, anticipating this, but it did not make it any easier to know he'd be coming back home to his daughter completely injured. He had wanted to keep her from having to see any more gore and blood before she was a full eight months, when he would find someone suitable to take her in and train her up to become what she could become. Oh his little tigress had such fire in her!

But alas, the time had come and Enmity had given him a time and place. He was to report to the area at that time. He figured he'd make her wait. He also did not want to really leave Styx again. No, something might have happened to her. He had done such a horrible time raising his other children, hell, half of them he did not even know what happened to them, but his others he had had the opportunity, the chance to raise and care for, he had neglected that privilege. He was determined to get it right with Styx. And he had grown highly protective over the young damsel, the last outcome of him and his former mate. Snorting he called Styx over and ruffled her fluff of a forelock with his muzzle. The young filly giggled and then pinned her harks as she tried to bite him on his nose. Rolling his voids slightly he pretended to get hurt. The sunset was arriving soon, and Snake mentally sighed before nudging Styx to safety. "Stay there and sleep well, my little princess." He spoke gently to his daughter before nuzzling her goodbye.


When he was satisfied with the amount of camouflage his little girl had, the atramentous soldier lifted his culmination slowly against the wind and took in a deep breath. Thorns pinned as he picked up a forward movement. His daughter had whispered a soft Goodbye Daddy, I'll miss you as he walked away. Part of him wanted to go back, curl up against his foal, and give a big fuck you to Enmity, but he did not. He pushed himself onwards. Cerulean voids held tight upon the road before him. He picked up a lengthy trot and moved towards the location where he would meet his opponent head on. He was not in the mood for this but he was not about to hand this fight over to anyone else. This was his responsibility. His duty, and he had called this upon himself, to make this his battle. He traveled quickly, wanting to arrive and get this over with.

He had traveled far and wide to get to the renowned place of the battlefield. Instantly upon arrival smell of death, decay, blood, sweat, and tears filled his nasal passages. Hell, even stale urine hit his senses. He had been here a few times prior but the stench never got easier to stomach. The sun by now was approaching its hiding spot, winking its final goodbyes to this side of the world. Snake snorted as he walked towards the spot he knew he had to be. Thorns were erect and his head was held in a neutral position. No need to be flashy and prancy whilst going to meet with someone who wanted to rip your eyes out, literally. Approximately after five minutes of wandering into the lands did he find Enmity. It had been easy to know the spot she had picked, the whore only screamed it out for all to hear. If it was not for the poor condition she seemed to be in from what seemed to be a different fight, she'd be quite the looker. The ebon master let his opticals scan her over for a quick check out before he rolled his shoulders and stared her dead in the eye. A soft smirk danced upon his shadowy facade as he cocked a brow to her. Even in the face of danger, he would still be a rather cocky and arrogant bastard it seemed.

Sighing softly to himself, feeling as if he had better things to do than play battle with this bitch, he readied himself. The gnarled scar upon his crest twitched painfully, and he growled towards the patterned wench. With an annoyed huff, the soldier half reared and bared his ivories at her before pushing himself into a gallop. With a quick and thorough toss of his head- despite the pain it had caused when the muscle and tissue around his scar pulled and twisted, he approached the vixen fast, daggers pounding on the hard dry earth. Sliding to a stop in front of the mare, the stallion had reared up and struck out towards the bitches face. His daggers had struck out then tucked back under him as he hit the earth once more, where he had to navigate himself carefully to land correctly enough to trot a couple feet off. His left shoulder began to throb as did his right hip. Seems the colder weather that was coming with night fall was beginning to effect the old wounds he had acquired from his first fight.


Words: 1164
Attacks: 1,2,3
Dodges: 1,2
Notes: Sorry for the shoddy quality and lateness. :/
Injuries Received:
Damage Attempted:
he has tried to hit her face, anywhere on it, with his front hooves.

[Deleted]

Name- Enmity
Breed- Quarter Horse x Appaloosa
Age- 9 years
Gender- Mare
Height- 15.2hh
Alliance- Helkaer
Health- 83%(physical)-virtually blind in right eye, has injuries from the tournament, 100%(mental)

The bitter wench didn’t want to wait all day for the bastard to arrive but given the stakes at hand she had to wait. Enmity hated waiting, it meant idle time. Time wasted meant that things weren’t getting done, another irritation to the mare’s life. She needed to be busy and pissing on the world. It was what she was good at. The blue roan mare flexed her jaw; she resisted the urge to flare her nostrils because she knew it would send a wave of pain to the rest of her face. Damn that bastard for injuring her nose as he had done. The varnished mare needed her nose fully functioning since it was a very vital part of her body. It wasn’t as valuable as her heart but it was up there.

At long last her opponent made his way into the arena. About damned time, too, she thought to herself. Again she had to resist the urge to flare her nostrils to show her irritation. Instead, she merely flattened her ears to her skull to show her displeasure at pretty much everything. If this beast hadn’t stolen the golden leader then she could be doing something else that might be better than this. Stupid Carnevale Letale and their need to prove they have balls. The world knew they didn’t so this war was petty. Then again it was a war and Enmity wasn’t one to shy away from such a thing. She still hated it though. As Snake Eyes gave her a rather cocky looked she snapped her jaws at him. It really wasn’t hard to antagonize this particular wench but it was something she was used to. The fifteen-point-two mare knew her shortcomings and worked with them instead of trying to change herself. There was no need for change because if there had been she would have been dead long ago.

Snake Eyes was smaller than her, which was a rarity because most of her opponents were taller than her, but she knew better than to think him an easy target. On the plus side, the beast hadn’t said a word. That was preferable because Enmity didn’t like chatter-boxes during battles. They made her mad, well, madder than usual. Her single functioning brown eye spotted the gnarly looking scar on his chest and wondered briefly if it gave him any problems. She would have to find out. Enmity had heard his growl but ignored it; a mere growl would never scare her. The varnished mare didn’t fear anything- she wasn’t capable of such a feeling. Sometimes that wasn’t a good thing because she never knew when to back down and let things be. Snake began to surge forward after he did his little showman type of display including a half rear and showing her his pearly whites. She just rolled her eyes quickly at the sight and focused on the stag’s movements. His hooves thundered on the sloshy ground but she followed his movements with her functioning eye.

He slid; she felt the cold, dirty, and slushy snow splatter onto her legs as he did so. As the monster reared up and struck out at her she moved her head to the right and gave him the bad side of her face. The mare knew to protect the one side of her face that was still fully functioning. Even though she already functioned as an almost blind horse at times, she didn’t actually want to be fully blind. This wasn’t the time for such a thing to happen. She felt his hooves make contact with her right cheek. Yeah, that was going to leave a big welt on her face that would most likely hurt for days on end. Her ears remained glued to the back of her skull and her nostrils flared sending pain up her face. She moved her jaw to make sure nothing was broken. So far everything was just in place, just badly bruised.

The lithe stallion was only a few feet from her. Not enough for her to get a good amount of momentum to slam her weight into him. Given their size different and lineage she out-weighed the bastard but probably not by much. She didn’t have enough mass to do damage without the added momentum so that attack was out for now. Enmity moved forward to quickly close the gap between the two warring horses. As she reached him the gruesome mare reached out with yellowed teeth and aimed to try and take a chunk out of his left shoulder, or anywhere around that area. All she wanted was to see blood pour from his body because of her doing. Her left shoulder began to groan with the movements as she suddenly veered away from the stallion as soon as she was finished with her toothy attack. That shoulder was on the mend and even though the bruising went down it was still sensitive to these kinds of movements.

Just like Snake Eyes had done she only stopped a few feet away from him before she turned flawlessly thanks to her stock horse bloodlines. Her right cheek felt like it was on fire and her nose was still flared and hurt like hell from her increased breathing. This wasn’t enough to make her thrown in the towel though. Nothing would ever be enough to make her give up. She was banged and bruised but she was a stubborn fighter. Her left eye narrowed on the brute, once more it was his turn and she was eager to see what he had in store for her. Eventually she was going to have to take a shot at that chest of his. It would be stupid of her to not even attempt it. There were so many mental notes in her head about the battle. It was a good thing she knew how to sort it out without losing herself to her thoughts.




Notes: I started writing this before the round 3 battles, so she has only round 1 battle injuries right now for this thread. Good Luck @rattler
Words: 992
Music: Ranger Game
Attacks: 1,2,3
1. Aimed to try and take a chunk out of his left shoulder, or any area close to it
Dodges: 1,2
Injuries Received: A big, bruised, welt on the right side of her cheek.

If Enmity wins, Respira goes free.
The terms are 3 hits, 2 dodges, and 3 days to respond.
No word limit.


Link to picture

[Deleted]

This battle has been won by default by @rattler with Snake Eyes due to the fact that @deadlysecrets with Enmity posted nearly an hour past deadline.

Congratulations @rattler , Snake Eyes still has Respira captive.

[Deleted]

I was under the assumption that it was the entire day and that I had until the 22nd because I was late getting home from work due to a snow storm. I worked hard on that post only to be told I'm now forfeit. I'm not mad at anyone just highly annoyed that an hour makes a huge difference. Maybe it should be specified in the rules that the exact time comes into consideration and not just the date. I personally feel that the days themselves should only be a factor because this isn't real life and real life has to come before the computer. If it is what it is then I need some way for Enmity to get Respira free from Snake Eyes.

[aliyaah]

Unfortunately, this is how battles have been judged (... time counted? Not sure how to explain that) and we can't make exception for misunderstanding here. It does not make sense to say that you have "3 days to reply" and have more than 3, 24 hour day periods. I apologize that it was not clear to you, I have now placed an example of such in the rules so that people can understand it better.

[+ ebonite +]

Respira would like to challenge for her own freedom then, unless there is a deal that can be made.

@rattler @deadlysecrets

[Deleted]

Kal and I are talking to deadly about a deal. Snake is a barterer, and he enjoys making trades. I will let you know what happens, + ebonite +.

[Deleted]

+ ebonite +

due to the deal that has been struck, Respira shall be free to go.