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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 22, 2014 12:17:41 GMT -7
The drizzle has turned into a light rain and the ice is melting but it is still slippery. It is too warm for the rain to freeze and there is a steady wind. There is the low rumble of thunder and a few distant flashes of lightening but the storm is still a few miles away. It is much darker than before. Please include past injuries and somewhere in the notes section please say if you have lost before. Failure to do either of these things will result in loss of points. Remember that you must not go over 1000 words. Two posts each with three days to reply.
I will post first with Mudvayne followed by Wolf played by @birna
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 22, 2014 12:52:45 GMT -7
Name- Mudvayne Breed- Dutch Warmblood x Paint Age- 2 Gender- xy Height- 15.3 Alliance- Dark Health- Physical: Kick above his left eye making it bruise and giving him a headache; scrape on his left cheek; 2 in. tear on the left side of his rump just above his hip; Mental: Antisocial Personality Disorder, Insomnia, Kleptomania, Mythomania, Sadistic
The weather seemed to have taken a turn for the worse. The light drizzle had turned into a light rain. It didn't take long for his pelt to become drenched. It was uncomfortable but at least his wounds were being cleaned, not that there was much to clean. The only injury that bled was the two inch tear on the left side of his rump, just above his hip. The rain stung the incision and the area around the torn skin was sore. The injury stretched with every step he took, causing a faint trickle of crimson, but for the most part it had stopped bleeding. The only injury he was actually worried about was the kick just above his left eye. It was still causing him pain in the form of a massive, throbbing headache and the whole area was bruised. Blinking caused him pain. Any movement of his left eye caused him pain! What he needed was a nice, long rest somewhere dry where he could sleep off the headache but for now he still had another round of righting to get through.
Sighing, the young brujo stretched out his legs and yawned, walking forward into the arena. His first step caused him to slip forward slightly and he released a grunt of surprise. He looked down at the sheet of ice below him, taking in the cracks, and snorted softly. Well, at least the ice was melting but the rain wasn't going to make this any easier. Gritting his teeth, the tobiano once again walked forward, being more careful this time. He rolled his neck, cracking the joints as he approached the center of the arena. This was were most of the cracking was in the ice due to the gladiators fighting there the most. It wasn't as slippery as the rest of the arena but Mudvayne knew that he would still have to be careful. There was still enough slipperiness to cause a nasty fall and falling during a fight was a good way to get himself killed, something the young brute wasn't planning on doing today or any day soon.
Taking a deep breath, he came to a halt and observed his opponent, an older stallion by the name of Wolf. He was quite a bit taller than Mudvayne but the seal brown behemoth wasn't going to let that intimidate him. He continued to look over the taller equine, green eyes narrowed. Wolf had draft blood running through his veins which could possibly make him slowly and less coordinated and bigger horses were typically slower than smaller equines when it came to dodges and swift attacks. Mudvayne smirked, lifting his head to show no fear, his eyes locking onto the wound just above Wolf's eye. He had also noticed blood on his chin and neck. Those were the places he was going to attack. They were already weak and vulnerable.
Tossing his head, the two year old nickered deeply before propelling himself forward, his hooves seeking traction on the ice. He slid a bit as he stopped before his opponent though he didn't hesitate to rear onto his hind legs. His teeth sought out the wound near Wolf's ear as his sharp slates kicked out at Wolf's neck. He tried to pushed against the other stallion with his legs and his neck, seeking to push the larger equine off balance. His attack finished, he lowered onto all fours again and reached out to nip at Wolf's neck, his teeth seeking out flesh, his tongue yearning to taste blood. He wanted to ruin this beast. He wanted to give Wolf some scars to remember him by.
ooc: he has lost once before
attacks: 1 - bit at wolf's wound over his eye 2 - kicked at wolf's neck 3 - tried shoving against wolf with his legs and neck 4 - nipped at wolf's neck
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2014 13:17:20 GMT -7
Name- Wolf Breed- Thoroughbred x Shire x Belgian x Vladmir Draft x Lusitano x Appaloosa x Tennesse Walking Horse Age- 4 Gender- stallion Height- 17.1 hh Alliance- Dark Health- Physically : 80% (injuries from former rounds) | Mentally: He has Dissociative Personality Disorder and congenital analgesia disorder (split personality disorder and unable to feel any physical pain)
Wolf trotted in the ring and looked around. The ground looked better than in the round before. The ice hadn’t melted all and there were slippery places in it but after all those three rounds the ice had gotten scrambled up after all those hooves hitting the ground. Maybe somewhere in the ground there were spots that had no ice in it. Wolf would have to check it out when he moved around to test the ground. He could not wait for the ice to melt completely. Though this tournament had been a lot of fun so far, challenging and was pushing his limits to the fullest. Just like he had hoped for before it started. A light in the distance lid up the world outside of the ring. Wolf turned his head and caught the last glance of the lighting. The thunder came crashing into his towers after a few seconds. That meant they were safe for now. The lighting was too far away yet to hit inside the tournament ring. Wolf turned his attention towards the stallion he was fighting for. He did not know his name nor did he care. He was simply here for the fight, not to make any chit chat along the way. Quickly scanning over the stallion with his orbs. The other stallion was smaller but that didn’t mean he wasn’t extremely deathly. Wolf never underestimated his opponents. He would not start doing that with this guy. A drop of rain landed in the multi toned stallion orb but he couldn’t even feel it. It had started to rain more than it used to. Which was good because Wolf had managed to wash most of the blood covering his body frame off. His last round had been short since the opponent backed out before the round was even over. So that had given him a bit more time to catch his breath and rest for this round. He could feel he was ready. This not being able to feel pain was great when it came to things like this. He wasn’t sore, he wasn’t hurt anywhere so truly he felt like a one hundred percent horse even though he knew he wasn’t. He had to make sure to not over use any part of him because that could be very dangerous for him. The dark stallion filled his lungs with fresh oxygen and waited for the other stallion’s first move.
The first attack came quick. Wolf watched the other stallion rear up in all his glory. Quickly scanning the ground he found a spot that wasn’t as slippery and balancing himself there he reared up to meet his opponent. A bite from the stallion landed on his chin, Wolf wasn’t sure if it was bleeding or not. He would check it out later and take care of it if he had to. That bite was followed with a kick in his neck. Wolf bared his teeth towards the stallion but didn’t bite out. He didn’t feel the weight from the stallion when he tried to push him but he could feel his hind legs slid on the ice. He clearly hadn’t placed himself perfectly though he had been lucky this time and did not lose his balance completely. While the stallions were still up in the air Wolf aimed for a kick towards the stallion. He was hoping for the neck area because of the height difference but he would be happy with any place really. While landing he wasn’t sure if his opponent had managed to attack him again. He had not felt a thing. After the rearing Wolf was still very close to the stallion and with one quick movement he lowered his neck and lashed out and aimed to bite the elbow at one of the stallion’s front leg. He wanted to taste blood on his teeth’s ones again. He hoped his attack had been successful though it wouldn’t be the end of the world if it wasn’t. He was not going to give the other stallion much chance to recover. Since Wolf was towering a bit over the other stallion he threw his head up high and aimed to lash out towards the stallion’s face. Above the eye was his goal to reach but he did not really care. He wouldn’t mind seeing the stallion with a sore eye but any damage was a good damage in this tournament. Wolf slowly backed away from the stallion. Watching him carefully. Hoping that he would be prepared for the next attacks as well. His mind was focused and he was of course aiming for a win like everyone else in this tournament.
Status || done Word count || 801 Attacks/Hits || 1. Found a not slippery spot and reared up to meet the opponent's attack. Aimed to kick out towards the stallion's neck while being in the act of rearing. 2. Bite towards the stallion's front leg elbow 3. Using his height difference to aim to bite the opponent in the face. Dodges || None Injuries || Round 1 : 1. Bruising on his chest after Skindred slammed into him 2. Ripped off skin above his eye, close to his ear. Open wound that is bleeding. 3. Underbelly is bleeding from skin being ripped off. 4. Chunk of his skin got removed from his chin 5. Harsh kick in the jawline, possible fracture even though Wolf can't feel it. Round 2 : Opponent never showed up Round 3: 6. Kick in the chest, not as harsh kick in the shoulder 7. Bite mark on his neck, bleeding cut on his upper front leg - Opponent backed out so fight didn't finish- Round 4: 8. Bite in chin, mild bleeding 9. Kick in neck, mild bruising 10. Pushed, slid a bit and lost balance a bit but did not fall 11. Bite in neck
Comments || Wolf has 3 wins and 0 loss
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 24, 2014 17:44:35 GMT -7
Name- Mudvayne Breed- Dutch Warmblood x Paint Age- 2 Gender- xy Height- 15.3 Alliance- Dark Health- Physical: Kick above his left eye making it bruise and giving him a headache; scrape on his left cheek; 2 in. tear on the left side of his rump just above his hip; bruised right side of his neck near his throat; skinned left elbow; small tear near his already bruised left eye Mental: Antisocial Personality Disorder, Insomnia, Kleptomania, Mythomania, Sadistic
Between this round and the last one, Mudvayne had been stretching himself out, loosening his muscles and making sure he didn't get too cold. It may have been warmer than when he had fought in the first round. The air no longer stung his lungs as he inhaled deep breaths of oxygen. However, the rain that had started to fall was cold. Each drop that touched his pelt felt like a piece of ice. It stung his wounds and kept getting in his eyes, making him blink rapidly to protect his emerald orbs from the rain. Fighting in the rain was never a fun thing to do but Mudvayne had trained in the rain before so he was prepared and he wondered if his opponent had the experience as well.
Wolf was quite a bit taller than himself, standing at at least seventeen hands - much taller than Mudvayne's own fifteen - point - three stature. The seal brown bastard wasn't intimidated by Wolf's height, though. He had fought against equines his size and larger. Size did not matter in battle. All that mattered was whether you knew what you were doing or not and thus far it seemed like the two brutes were equally matched despite the size difference.
The larger stallion reared up to meet Mudvayne's attack and for a moment it seemed like they were evenly matched but then Mudvayne tasted blood from biting Wolf's chin and he found himself smirking, his hooves kicking. One of the slate daggers made contact with Wolf's neck but the excitement was short lived as seconds later one of Wolf's daggers struck him on the right side of his neck, close to his throat. Had it been any closer to his windpipe he would have been out of the game for sure. The push hadn't been as successful as Mudvayne had hoped but he had still slid back a few inches on the ice. Better luck next time, the roan tobiano thought, snorting. At least he had managed a bite to Wolf's neck. His lips were now stained with blood and he licked his tongue across the life fluid, his banner flicking in agitation. He wanted this battle to be over.
Wolf's sudden reach for his elbow caught the paint mix off guard. His attention was forced back onto the battle when he felt teeth clamp onto his left elbow. He quickly pulled away and turned his hindquarters toward Wolf, kicking out with both hind legs as hard as he could. He bounced away a few steps before turning to face Wolf once more, green eyes narrowed. He moved back toward Wolf just as the taller stud reached for his face. Mudvayne let him, receiving a small tear just above his left eye in the area that was already bruised.
While Wolf still had his head up because of his attack, Mudvayne quickly went for his windpipe with bared teeth. He sought to grab onto the sensitive area and cause severe damage. He wanted to tear out his artery so that blood would spray onto the slush beneath them, mixing with the blood of the other opponent, including his own from the previous round. If he caught skin between his eager teeth, the tobiano was going to clamp down and shake his head, tearing as big of a hole as he could.
ooc: he has lost once before and sorry this is kinda ya know shitty. using mom's laptop and the keyboard is hella weird
attacks: 1 - bit at wolf's wound over his eye 2 - kicked at wolf's neck 3 - tried shoving against wolf with his legs and neck 4 - nipped at wolf's neck 5 - kicked out with both hind legs 6 - reached for wolf's windpipe
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 16:16:54 GMT -7
Name- Wolf Breed- Thoroughbred x Shire x Belgian x Vladmir Draft x Lusitano x Appaloosa x Tennesse Walking Horse Age- 4 Gender- stallion Height- 17.1 hh Alliance- Dark Health- Physically : 75% (injuries from former rounds) | Mentally: He has Dissociative Personality Disorder and congenital analgesia disorder (split personality disorder and unable to feel any physical pain)
Lighting lid up the sky in the distance but the multi toned stallion didn’t even look this time. It was too far off to have to worry about it. He was too focused right now to finish this round of the tournament. His attention was all on the stallion he was fighting against and how his next attacks would be. So far this had been a good fight. The opponent wasn’t letting him down easy and that was just how Wolf wanted fights to be. When Wolf had signed up for the tournament he had been hoping for some real battles and so far that was what he had gotten from most of his opponents. The light rain was cleaning his body frame from the fresh wounds he had gotten in this round. This stallion had managed to get him bleed a bit according from the blood that was now washing away from his body. Wolf never knew how badly he got hurt by attacks the opponent mate. If it was in a spot he couldn’t see then there was no way for him. He would not feel blood slowly move over that spot or how swollen it would be. It was a curse really and he had to be careful. But it was also a good thing that he didn’t feel anything. That meant he would just keep on going. He would go to the next round just as fresh as he had been in the rest of them. Lucky him right? Wolf moved on the ice to not stop and have his muscles cool down.
His opponent did not waste time in this battle. While Wolf was making his second attack and reaching for the stallion’s elbow which he had managed to do the other stallion had turned around and with powerful hind legs kicked in Wolf’s direction. Slamming on his rib cage Wolf didn’t even notice. He saw the back hooves land on his body frame but still nothing. He was unnatural by not be able to feel pain. Of course it was just a regular disorder but it felt so strange, seeing everyone around him feel pain. His head had been high in the air when he was trying to get at the other stallion’s face. He watched the stallion move close to him with his mouth and Wolf was not taking the chance that the other stallion might hurt him in that area in any way. It could be extremely dangerous also since he had no idea how bad it would be. With an easy movement Wolf pushed himself to slide back on the ice a bit and with his orbs he watched the stallion only be able to grab the air. That meant that there was ones again some distance between him and the other stallion. Now he would have to reach him before he could make his attacks. Those would be the last attacks in this round.
Wolf started moving back towards the stallion. He had only slid few feet so the distance wasn’t extremely long. His mind was focused on what attack he would use first. When he had almost reached his opponent Wolf lifted one of his front legs in the air and kicked out. Aiming low and hoping to manage to get a kick into the knee of his opponent. With the right kick he could damage the stallion a lot though he doubted that was the case here. Front legs were sensitive spots and could get damaged easily if not watched out since there were tons of small bones that could easily crack. He hadn’t heard any bone cracking so he hoped that he had at least given the stallion some bruising. Without giving the stallion much time to prepare for next attack Wolf swung his head towards the stallion’s crest, with his mouth open he hoped to grab onto something and pull down. Wolf wouldn’t mind seeing the stallion on the ground but he wasn’t strong enough for that. Best case he would see his opponent loose his balance a tiny bit. He wasn’t even sure if he had managed to grab onto anything. It was time for his last attack and also the last one in this round of the tournament. He decided not to rear full up and aim to crash at the stallion’s back because he might slide and fall down himself and maybe break something in his body. Instead he half reared up and with his front legs he aimed a kick towards the stallion’s jaw line. Wolf himself had gotten a kick there in the first round. He had not managed to find out if that attack had fractured it. He hoped he had at least given his opponent some bruising though a little fracture sounded better in the ears of the multi toned stallion. But he had no idea if his attack had even been successful or not.
Status || complete Word count || 842 Attacks/Hits || 1. Found a not slippery spot and reared up to meet the opponent's attack. Aimed to kick out towards the stallion's neck while being in the act of rearing. 2. Bite towards the stallion's front leg elbow 3. Using his height difference to aim to bite the opponent in the face. 4. With his front leg he kicked out and aimed for his opponent front leg knee. 5. With open mouth he aimed to bit the stallion in the crest area and grab on and pull him down a bit so he would loose his balance 6. Half rear up and with his front legs he kicked out and aimed to hit the opponent jaw line for bruising or fracturing. Dodges || 1. When opponent reached out to get his windpipes while Wolf still had his head up he slid back to move out of the way. Injuries || Round 1 : 1. Bruising on his chest after Skindred slammed into him 2. Ripped off skin above his eye, close to his ear. Open wound that is bleeding. 3. Underbelly is bleeding from skin being ripped off. 4. Chunk of his skin got removed from his chin 5. Harsh kick in the jawline, possible fracture even though Wolf can't feel it. Round 2 : Opponent never showed up Round 3: 6. Kick in the chest, not as harsh kick in the shoulder 7. Bite mark on his neck, bleeding cut on his upper front leg - Opponent backed out so fight didn't finish- Round 4: 8. Bite in chin, mild bleeding 9. Kick in neck, mild bruising 10. Pushed, slid a bit and lost balance a bit but did not fall 11. Bite in neck 12. Bruising rib cage
Comments || Wolf has 3 wins and 0 loss
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 28, 2014 6:07:58 GMT -7
- Kick above his left eye making it bruise and giving him a headache - Scrape on his left cheek - 2 in. tear on the left side of his rump just above his hip - Bruised right side of his neck near his throat - Skinned left elbow - Small tear near his already bruised left eye - Kick to left knee, bruised and swollen - Scrape on his crest, minimal bleeding
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Post by fleabittengray on Feb 6, 2014 4:25:10 GMT -7
@secret these are judged out of 10 and you're missing part of the form. there's a separate form for gladiator battles. it's in the rules thread I believe.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 7:45:15 GMT -7
Ok. I'll have to fix it.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 8:27:36 GMT -7
fleabittengray with Mudvayne Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments: No errors noted. No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 10 Comments: I didn't notice any 1000 Words Or Less: 10 Comments:(620 + 569) Word count was suitable. Correct Setting: 10 Comments: Lots of detail about the given surrounding. Realistic Attacks: 9 Comments: Attacks were realistic to what a horse in real life would do in the wild. Realistic Dodges: 9 Comments: These dodges were realistic. Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments: I feel that these were the injuries best documented for the types of attacks given from Wolf. Spelling/Grammar: 7.5 -"...still had another round of righting to get through." (spelling mistake, I'm sure you meant 'fighting'). -"...this was were most of the cracking" (grammar/spelling, I'm sure you meant 'where'). -"He tried to pushed against the other...." (grammar, 'push' instead of 'pushed') - "Fighting in the rain was never a fun thing to do but Mudvayne had trained in the rain before so he was prepared and he wondered if his opponent had the experience as well." (run-on sentence) - "The larger stallion reared up to meet Mudvayne's attack and for a moment it seemed like they were evenly matched but then Mudvayne tasted blood from biting Wolf's chin and he found himself smirking, his hooves kicking." (run-on sentence, another comma or preferably two separate sentences should've been used.) Comments: You might benefit from reading over your posts before you post them? I always find mistakes like this in my own posts, and going over them before posting helps. Total Score: 75.5 ---------------- @birna with Wolf Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments: No errors noted No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 10 Comments: I didn't notice any. 1000 Words Or Less: 10 Comments: (801 + 842) Word count was suitable. Correct Setting: 10 Comments: Lots of detail about the given surrounding. Realistic Attacks: 9 Comments: I found these attacks to be realistic. Realistic Dodges: 9 Comments: These dodges were realistic. Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments: Very realistic. Spelling/Grammar: 6 - "The ice hadn’t melted all and there were slippery places..." (Doesn't make sense) - "...there were spots that had no ice in it..." ('Spots' is plural, therefore 'them' should've been used instead of 'it") - "...challenging and was pushing his limits to the fullest." (Didn't need the 'and') - 'lid' instead of 'lit' - 'dealthy' instead of 'deadly' - 'slid' instead of 'slide' -'mate' instead of 'made' -'Slamming on his rib cage Wolf didn’t even notice.' (Awkward wording) Comments: I know English isn't your first language, love. Copying and pasting a post into a word document might benefit you a little bit! <3 Total Score: 74 So upon both nit-picking and using the new form, the winner is fleabittengray with Mudvayne. Sorry about the mix up, I don't have a brain.
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