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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 22, 2014 12:20:40 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.
@deadlysecrets will go first with Killswitch followed by me with Nirvana.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 10:27:43 GMT -7
Can I request an extra day to reply? I just got a chance to get on the computer (brains frazzled because I just had to drop a butt-load of money on my car unexpectedly) I'll be up by tomorrow if this is allowed, I promise.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 20:30:45 GMT -7
Name- Killswitch Breed- Andalusian/Shire/Belgian/Vladimir Draft/Thoroughbred/Lustiano/Appaloosa Age- 5 years Gender- Stallion Height- 16.1hh Alliance- Dark/Helkaer Health- 67% (physical), injuries from past battles are in the notes section/ 90%(mental)-Multiple Personality Disorder
He was getting tired at this point as he entered round four of battles. However, technicality could state he really only had two battles because his first opponent had decided to not show up. Despite only having two battles he had enough injuries to more than make up for it and he was certainly feeling the after effects of them all. Right now he was feeling like an old arthritic stallion instead of a slightly horny and energetic young lad like he actually was. Apparently this was what it was like to take part in the fighting career? Not that he was complaining, just making a general observation. Now it was time for him to enter the arena for the fourth time but this time around he already knew who his opponent was. Nirvana had been the first horse for Killswitch to actually fight, and he was the reason for the scabbed over nub of a left ear. Jet was an eager beaver for this fight. Even though he had won their first fight together, it hadn’t been by much at all. The angry personality saw the beast as a worthy adversary and that made him all the more excited for the impending battle.
The ground was slippery but not the same kind of slippery as the first few rounds. Now it was because everything was melting. The drizzle had upped itself to a light rain but with the thunder and lightning still at a low rumble it was easy to see that this storm was still a few miles away. He had to admit that he wasn’t a very attractive looking stallion at this point. His fluffy winter coat did not look good wet. Instead of looking like a fluffy dog he looked like a sorry wet werewolf with a missing ear; whatever. He would make that look good to- somehow. His hooves made slurping noises with each step he took until he finally stopped moving and stood his ground. The wind tugged in a slightly angry manner at his mane and tail. It had taken a lot for him to hide the limp he so desperately wanted to add to his walk but Jet wouldn’t allow it. Jet didn’t want to show Nirvana the pain he was feeling, but that was stupid. This was round four, of course he was going to be in pain entering and leaving this fight. At least there’s no mare for you to think with your balls this time, Killswitch sneered from the back of the shared mind. Jet wanted to say something smart in return but there was nothing to be said. He had almost lost to Serena primarily because he started thinking with his downstairs brain.
Green optics scanned the horizon but he couldn’t see much since it was getting very dark out. At least he had full vision from both of his eyes again. The swelling on his face had gone down to pretty much its normal size and the cut under his right eye was slowly turning into a scar. That was a very different situation than what was happening on his chest. There he had three large gashes that still leaked a little blood depending on how much movement he exerted. Stupid bitch, he thought to himself. Killswitch hadn’t been opening his mouth a lot lately due to the fact that he had been kicked in his jaw and it hurt to open. At long last he spotted the familiar painted pelt of Nirvana and his body shivered at the thought of what was to come. Jet wanted this fight almost as much as he wanted to get laid. Instead of prancing in place or moving at all like a normal excited horse would do Killswitch just stood there like some mangled demon creature. His front legs and left rump were still in pain so that had a lot to do with his lack of movement. His left nub of an ear twitched slightly and other than the movement of hair from the wind everything else was still as stone.
Normally the smoky black beast would have offered some kind of snappy comment to his adversary but not today, his jaw and face hurt too much for that. Jet now had to figure out his first plan of attack. He wanted to do damage but avoid putting an extreme amount of strain on his own damaged body. Killswitch took a deep breath and during his exhale the beast surged forward. His pace wasn’t nearly as fast as it normally was due to the fact that his front legs were still bruised, as was his rump, and the ground was slippery. His legs kicked up muddy earth as he went and sprayed it in all directions. At least they didn’t have to worry about ice this time because the temperature was far too warm for that. His chest was seriously against this movement but Jet didn’t care. He was here to fight and no amount of pain would stop him from doing that. When he reached the tall painted beast Killswitch reared, thankfully his slower pace stopped him from sliding for now. His front legs lashed out as he aimed for the stag’s face or upper neck area. Then, as he came crashing to the ground his teeth attempted to find Nirvana’s left ear during the descent. He wanted to return the favor for all of the damage done to his own face. When his attack was finished Killswitch backed up, his tired front legs slipped a little bit on the extremely moist ground and he was a bit slower to regain himself but not terribly slow. When he was at a full standing position once more the black beast stood and his green eyes looked to see if he had done any damage to his favorite opponent.
Words: 991, at this point who knows proboards is giving me a million different numbers with and without the html code in which case I'm adding the html-less post at the bottom to show in theory it's not above 1,000. Notes: (1)Won by default, (2)Won ,(3)Tie- so far no actual losses
Round 1 Injuries: None, opponent never showed. Round 2 Injuries: -Left ear torn off leaving a nub -bruising on the left side of his rump -left side of his face is swollen -2 inch cut under his right eye that is slightly swollen -bruised front legs (canon bones) Round 3 Injuries: -Pain in his lower jaw from being kicked -3 large gashes on his chest, bleeding heavily. -Pain in his chest, swelling -She only managed to tug at his ear so right now it hurts a lot -Bruising on his neck(right side) Music: RED- Feed the Machine Side Notes: Lovely seeing you again dear. Good Luck!!! =) Attacks: -Reared and flailed his hooves hoping to make contact with his head or upper neck -He tried to grab at Nirvana's ear on the way back down to all fours Dodges: None
Killswitch's Speech Killswitch's Thoughts Jet's Speech Jet's Thoughts
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Un-coded post if this is allowed, if not I understand: He was getting tired at this point as he entered round four of battles. However, technicality could state he really only had two battles because his first opponent had decided to not show up. Despite only having two battles he had enough injuries to more than make up for it and he was certainly feeling the after effects of them all. Right now he was feeling like an old arthritic stallion instead of a slightly horny and energetic young lad like he actually was. Apparently this was what it was like to take part in the fighting career? Not that he was complaining, just making a general observation. Now it was time for him to enter the arena for the fourth time but this time around he already knew who his opponent was. Nirvana had been the first horse for Killswitch to actually fight, and he was the reason for the scabbed over nub of a left ear. Jet was an eager beaver for this fight. Even though he had won their first fight together, it hadn’t been by much at all. The angry personality saw the beast as a worthy adversary and that made him all the more excited for the impending battle.
The ground was slippery but not the same kind of slippery as the first few rounds. Now it was because everything was melting. The drizzle had upped itself to a light rain but with the thunder and lightning still at a low rumble it was easy to see that this storm was still a few miles away. He had to admit that he wasn’t a very attractive looking stallion at this point. His fluffy winter coat did not look good wet. Instead of looking like a fluffy dog he looked like a sorry wet werewolf with a missing ear; whatever. He would make that look good to- somehow. His hooves made slurping noises with each step he took until he finally stopped moving and stood his ground. The wind tugged in a slightly angry manner at his mane and tail. It had taken a lot for him to hide the limp he so desperately wanted to add to his walk but Jet wouldn’t allow it. Jet didn’t want to show Nirvana the pain he was feeling, but that was stupid. This was round four, of course he was going to be in pain entering and leaving this fight. At least there’s no mare for you to think with your balls this time, Killswitch sneered from the back of the shared mind. Jet wanted to say something smart in return but there was nothing to be said. He had almost lost to Serena primarily because he started thinking with his downstairs brain.
Green optics scanned the horizon but he couldn’t see much since it was getting very dark out. At least he had full vision from both of his eyes again. The swelling on his face had gone down to pretty much its normal size and the cut under his right eye was slowly turning into a scar. That was a very different situation than what was happening on his chest. There he had three large gashes that still leaked a little blood depending on how much movement he exerted. Stupid bitch, he thought to himself. Killswitch hadn’t been opening his mouth a lot lately due to the fact that he had been kicked in his jaw and it hurt to open. At long last he spotted the familiar painted pelt of Nirvana and his body shivered at the thought of what was to come. Jet wanted this fight almost as much as he wanted to get laid. Instead of prancing in place or moving at all like a normal excited horse would do Killswitch just stood there like some mangled demon creature. His front legs and left rump were still in pain so that had a lot to do with his lack of movement. His left nub of an ear twitched slightly and other than the movement of hair from the wind everything else was still as stone.
Normally the smoky black beast would have offered some kind of snappy comment to his adversary but not today, his jaw and face hurt too much for that. Jet now had to figure out his first plan of attack. He wanted to do damage but avoid putting an extreme amount of strain on his own damaged body. Killswitch took a deep breath and during his exhale the beast surged forward. His pace wasn’t nearly as fast as it normally was due to the fact that his front legs were still bruised, as was his rump, and the ground was slippery. His legs kicked up muddy earth as he went and sprayed it in all directions. At least they didn’t have to worry about ice this time because the temperature was far too warm for that. His chest was seriously against this movement but Jet didn’t care. He was here to fight and no amount of pain would stop him from doing that. When he reached the tall painted beast Killswitch reared, thankfully his slower pace stopped him from sliding for now. His front legs lashed out as he aimed for the stag’s face or upper neck area. Then, as he came crashing to the ground his teeth attempted to find Nirvana’s left ear during the descent. He wanted to return the favor for all of the damage done to his own face. When his attack was finished Killswitch backed up, his tired front legs slipped a little bit on the extremely moist ground and he was a bit slower to regain himself but not terribly slow. When he was at a full standing position once more the black beast stood and his green eyes looked to see if he had done any damage to his favorite opponent.
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Life Is But A Dream...
Mad men define what mad is
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 28, 2014 6:10:30 GMT -7
@deadlysecrets
I'm sorry, love, but I'm going to have to eliminate you. The setting post was posted on Jan 22, 2014 at 2:20pm and your reply was posted on Jan 25, 2014 at 10:30pm so you were a few hours too late. I'm really sorry but it's only fair. <3
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 18:32:08 GMT -7
That's fine, I expected that *shrugs*
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