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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 11:05:35 GMT -7
D I A V O L O
i said i'd fight back, i didn't say that i'd fight fair ! Name- Diavolo Breed- Shire x Friesian x Belgian x Vladimir Draft x Gelderlander x Tennessee Walking Horse x Schwarzwalder Fuchs x Irish Draught Age- Six Gender- Stallion Height- 19hh Alliance- Dark Health- 100% Mental Health- 100%
A glimmer of pride swelled within Diavolo's scarred chest as he strolled toward the battle field for another fight. Carnevale Letale had been sickeningly busy lately and it would not be much longer until the kingdom turned all of society upside down. Where were the fools that claimed all the dark empire did was sit and do nothing but tie up a stretch of land? Unheard of, as they always will be in comparison to the dark main land. Threats of those above him coming down on his harem and his authority were spoken with wasted breaths! The leviathan refused to believe that anyone had the ability to destroy his empire. He and Necropolis had built the sanguine kingdom up in such a way that even if the rest of society turned their backs on Carnevale, they would still have more for them than against them. Now that he had started to prod and pester the dark alliance, it was time to add the light alliance in as well. Since some nameless fuck had stolen his previous slave, he needed a new toy to bounce off the morgue walls when he was bored. He had not been satisfied with the previous one and he figured that a stallion would make for a better plaything than a petty, fragile minx. Some time before now, the name Bastille had been spoken of when one of his minions had tried to steal Kaname for some reason or another. When would society learn that if you make yourself known to the dark empire, you became an automatic target for life?
Another name that had arisen in conversation was Charna. The maiden had stepped forward and claimed responsibility to fight for the pale brute. The comparison of female versus male meant nothing to Diavolo. He may be no more stronger and fit than she may be. The war hound was aware that Charna had several advantages on her side though. She was most likely smaller than he and more lithe. Most equines were smaller than him around these parts anyway. There were not very many equines that reached nineteen point zero hands in Wild Equines. At this point, his strategy for fighting was to deal out offensive strikes while on the defense. Playing two sides at once was difficult but it could be done even though it promised higher chances that he would get injured. Heavy damage attacks would be vital in order to slow his opponent down or keep her from attacking altogether. Diavolo did not know that much about the minx beyond her name and relation to Bastille. For the most part it did not help to know copious amounts of information about the other unless they had a physical ailment or inexperience that could be used against them. She could have been a world class fighter for all he knew. Granted he had never heard of her until now so that was not entirely likely. Then again, he did not often pay attention to society for entertainment. He was much more interested in destroying it and causing the rest to suffer. Pain and suffering would come soon to Wild Equines and the diabolic king had every intention of being the driving force behind it.
Diavolo trotted toward the battle field. Muscles flexed and extended to propel the leviathan forward at a comfortable and easy going pace. Golden spheres narrowed within their lacrimal prisons as his gaze swept over his surroundings. Branded harks twitched as the audio of birds chirping, deer rustling through the foliage, and equines conversing in the distance met them. The free lands were so different than his realms. There were no screams of pain, agony, and fear to soothe his temper nor blood and liquifying bodies splashing beneath his strides to appease him. The branded and scarred king entered the bloody waste land that belonged to victors and losers. Diavolo paused at the entrance to scan the horizon for his opponent. Echoes of bodies clashing and hostile words rumbled over the waste land as other equines carried on with their own vendettas while he stood there. Eventually he found a lone feminine form in the distance. It had to be her. At least Diav hoped it was, he did not feel like waiting around all day for his rival to appear. Stout pillars rose and fell in an even rhythm toward the figure in the distance. Paper thins flared and drew in her perfume. Maw wrinkled in disgust as the pure scent lifted into his nasal passages. Yeah, it had to be her. She reeked of the neutral alliance and all of their filth. But there was another scent intermingling with her perfume. Anxiety seeped from her pores and the war lord maliciously chuckled. A nervous fighter had the opportunity to jump the gun and make a major mistake. This may turn out easier than he originally thought. The gargantuan gladiator came to a halt approximately ten feet away from the war maiden. "Since you seem to be anxious about this, ladies first, Charna." Dinner plate sized hooves were then planted in the cracked earth to brace his form for whatever assault she may inflict upon him. Let the fight begin.
status | complete word count | 878 (without codes) tags | HH and Charna muse | eh music | the ghost inside - get what you give full album notes | none terms | four days to respond between posts, three hits and one dodges, no word minimum/maximum, winner takes home bastille.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2014 19:50:03 GMT -7
D I A V O L O
i said i'd fight back, i didn't say that i'd fight fair ! Name- Diavolo Breed- Shire x Friesian x Belgian x Vladimir Draft x Gelderlander x Tennessee Walking Horse x Schwarzwalder Fuchs x Irish Draught Age- Six Gender- Stallion Height- 19hh Alliance- Dark Health- 95% Mental Health- 100%
His opponent was anxious but that did not make her any less of a fighter or a threat. Naturally all equines could fight when push came to shove but, there were always ways to fight better than the average individual. He would not underestimate her just yet though. Diavolo knew nothing about her past or what life had done to her thus far. The beast narrowed his golden gaze as he scrutinized her strides and body language. She was tense but did not seem to be in any previous pain. If he had to guess, he would lean toward the idea that she was bred with a long distance runner type breed which gave her the wild card factor of being able to outrun and out maneuver him all too easily. This was not the first time he had been in a fight with someone of this physical nature but it did not make it any easier for him to have done so already. Regardless of how much planning he could do, at the end of the day they still held advantages over him. The best strategy he could implement at this point was to strike hard and try not to chase after her. If he spent most of his stamina reserves on vicious attacks, perhaps he could wound her in such a way that she could not distance herself from him as much.
The battle field echoed with other fights commencing but the audio of bloodshed, agony, and war cries were not unfamiliar to Diavolo. His empire rang with those sounds almost all of the time so it was not that difficult to tune out. Three slate daggers and a single peach knife dug into the cracked earth beneath the leviathan as he braced himself for her first attack. She had chosen to ignore his greeting and he snorted under his breath. A lady that could not hold a conversation even amid the potentially bloody introduction of their vessels? Shame. After he had spoken, Charna seemed to hesitate for a few seconds. What was she waiting for? He had given her the opportunity to attack first yet she still hesitated to make her move? Maybe she was faking him out and she could have this all planned out in her mind already. Her storm cloud gray pigmented lanterns lifted and met his golden yellow orbs with a challenging glare. Ah, now things could get started! Her ebony dipped limbs smoothly rose and fell beneath her lithe frame as she began to propel herself toward him.
Diavolo's body visibly tensed with each progressive stride she took and his orbs narrowed upon the way she was protecting her vulnerable areas. Smart, but, could she hold that stance in turmoil? Her enamels were bared although he was not sure she could really pose a threat with how she was holding her head. The mahogany and ebony roan maiden then began to charge past him as her jaws parted and sank into his belly. About that same time, he pivoted upon his hind end so his front end escaped her rapid fire kicks. As soon as his front hooves were planted again, his own hind end catapulted into the air to slam both of his hind hooves in her direction. He had no idea what part of her he was even close to at this point because everything happened so quickly. The sudden flash of movement sent his adrenaline sky rocketing and it took a few moments for him to realize that she had ripped the superficial layer of flesh along his barrel. Claret life force dripped down the curve of his ribs as muscle fibers painfully drooped around the abrasion. But he did not have time to dwell on his injuries, he needed to make his second move. This attack was intended to be far more vicious and serious than his first. His first attack was small and insignificant. It was a direct threat of more to come. If things leaned in his favor, his assaults would become progressively bloodier and potentially more damaging.
As soon as his hind hooves struck the ground again, he forced his gargantuan body to swing back around right after her. But in the time it took for him to do that, she had already put several feet between him and her. Fuck. Each step he took sent lightning strikes of pain through his nervous system as his current injury seemed to have nicked the tissues that allowed his entire chassis to move properly. With gritted teeth, he charged forward with powerful strides. His gargantuan vessel supported a long stride which helped him devour the distance between him and her without using too much effort. Diavolo galloped straight toward her with every intent to bulldoze her down. If he succeeded in knocking her down, he could easily gain access to her vulnerable places such as her neck and her sensitive underbelly. Front daggers struck out wildly and rapidly as he neared the vixen. If he just absolutely molly-whopped her, he would have to take a couple seconds to laugh in the middle of this fight. Diavolo was sick like that.
status | complete word count | 865 tags | HH and Charna muse | stuttering music | good old friend - abandon all ships notes | i left it open ended because i can't assume he did knock her down and it would be irrelevant for me to continue on if he hadn't terms | four days to respond between posts, three hits and one dodges, no word minimum/maximum, winner takes home bastille. attacks | three - kicked at her passing frame with both back hooves, tried to knock her down and if he was successful, he struck at her with his front hooves at her head, neck, and belly. dodges | one - not used
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2014 22:27:46 GMT -7
I'm going to forfeit. I can't deal with this right now. Sorry. Bastille is free to go.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2014 6:36:00 GMT -7
Aww ok dear! Thank you for battling with me anyways @winter
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