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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 4, 2014 15:24:49 GMT -7
The storm is over. All that's left is a slight drizzle and the murky puddles scattered across the arena, mostly in the center where most of the battles are fought. There is no ice and the dark black clouds have been replaced with patchy rainclouds. The sun is setting and the temperature is dropping. Three days to reply. No posts over 1000 words. Post previous injuries and how many losses that they have.
@horsehuggr will post first with Skindred follow by me with Mudvayne.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 9:08:31 GMT -7
Skindred was at a loss for words. It was unbelievable that she had made it through each round of the tournament, but of course she hadn't gone unscathed during the process. Her health had begun to dwindle with each round but she knew that was to be expected. A tournament wasn't just for shits and giggles obviously, and she was here for her herd and her family. She had enough motivation to keep going until she physically couldn't anymore, the pain was prominent but dwelling on it was not an option at this point. By now her previous injuries had scabbed over, with the exception of the newer ones. Her fractured rib caused her side to be severely swollen and with each stride she took it pulsated and sent stabs of pain through her. It didn't help that her other ribs were also sore, and now she had multiple bite marks along her withers and spine. Her blood flow had slowed a bit since the wounds had been inflicted, but that didn't mean she didn't feel them. Her left hind hock was now swollen and she could hardly keep weight on it, and she knew that would be an easy target for her opponents. Her left flank had a good gash on it as well as her underbelly but those were ignored; she had bigger issues to worry about. The only fortunate thing was that the rain had slowed, now it was only a slight drizzle around her. It felt cold to her hide and she enjoyed it; it was like a breath of fresh air. The battlefield was no longer a dark expanse of land and she was actually able to see in front of her this time around; she was ecstatic about this because hopefully she would be able to pinpoint her opponent better this time around. Soon enough it was her turn to enter the ring again and she strode forward, her gait a bit hobbled though. The gash along her flank split open in the process and a small stream of blood began to trickle down her injured piston. Her hooves splashed through multiple puddles and she hesitated, expecting to find ice but being surprised when there was none. She made her way towards the center of the terrain, finding a dryer patch of ground to stand on. Her left hind hoof was pointed to relieve some of the pressure on her leg and her lavender gaze settled on the gangly shape of her opponent. Her nasal passages flared silently and she caught a whiff of the scent that was carried on the wind. It was obviously a stallion but he seemed younger, hopefully that meant he was inexperienced? She knew better then to judge a book by it's cover though and she kept her eyes glued to his form. Instead of thriving on his previous injuries she intended to create her own on the behemoth. Seventeen point two hand frame was collected well beneath her as she moved forward, no hesitation in each movement. Her canter was a bit off due to her sore hind leg but she was determined. Her lungs burnt with each breath but she didn't care, now was not the time to pity herself. As soon as she got close enough she allowed her skull to snake out, her harks pinned tightly to her poll and her blood stained enamels bared wide. Skindred aimed for the tips of his ears and his eyelids as she snapped multiple times. Briefly she lifted herself off the ground to send her front hooves in the general direction of his muzzle and face, hoping to clock him where it would hurt. She couldn't stay up for long though and when she landed she moved away quickly, not wanting to give him the advantage of a quick counter attack. Her breath came in ragged gasps and her ribs stung mercilessly, her swollen hock was the least of her worries. She wasn't sure whether or not she had hit her mark but she could only hope. She was just eager to get the ball rolling. The wind whipped her tresses around her in wild disarray and she could feel the temperature dropping, Skindred could tell that this would make the later rounds more interesting. She was hoping this would be an interesting fight, after all she hadn't come this far for nothing. Her skull was raised high in defiance despite her pain and her lavender occuli glistened with a gleam of determination as she waited for the brute to strike. Name• Skindred Breed• Hanoverian Age• 7 years Gender• Mare Height• 17.2 hands Alliance• Dark Mental Health• 100% Physical Health• 45% Record• 4-1 Hits•oo1. Reached out with bared ivories to attempt to rip at his ears and eyelids. oo2. Struck out with her front hooves at his muzzle and face in hopes of making solid contact. Dodges• None Injuries•Round oo1. Lacerations on her front pistons which have scabbed over. Bruised chest and ribs and missing a chunk of skin off of her mane/withers. Round oo2. Raw cheekbone, gaping neck wound by her jugular that bleeds occasionally, small incision on her neck that has scabbed over. Round oo3. Heavy chunk of mane ripped from her body that occasionally bleeds, wound on her ribs that has split open and multiple slash marks there that are bleeding, small gash on her already bruised chest that is bleeding. Round oo4. Bloody nose, fractured rib and sore side, multiple cuts on her left side and ribcage, bruised and swollen left hind hock and a small abrasion on her left cheek bone which is also bruised. Round oo5. Severely bruised ribs besides her fractured rib and split skin. Laceration on her left flank and multiple bruises and split skin on her right side, there are also bite wounds on her spine and withers as well as a laceration on her underbelly. Tagged• fleabittengray with Mudvayne Notes• Good luck dear! Word Count• 768 (without codes) Status• Complete. |
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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 7, 2014 15:17:42 GMT -7
Name- Mudvayne Breed- Dutch Warmblood x Paint Age- 2 Gender- xy Height- 15.3 Alliance- Dark Health- Physical: 1 - kick above his left eye making it bruise and giving him a headache 2 - scrape on his left cheek, no bleeding 3 - 2 in. tear on the left side of his rump just above his hip, mild bleeding 4 - bruised right side of his neck near his throat 5 - skinned left elbow, no bleeding 6 - small tear near his already bruised left eye, no bleeding 7 - kick to left knee, bruised and swollen 8 - scrape on his crest, minimal bleeding 9 - kick to his head, leaving a large bump behind his left ear 10 - 1 in. tear in his neck where it meets his jaw, manimal bleeding 11 - bruise on his chest from the kick, hindering his movements 12 - cut on his face just below his eyes, minimal bleeding Mental: Antisocial Personality Disorder, Insomnia, Kleptomania, Mythomania, Sadistic
The heavy rain had stopped a few hours ago and the sky was slowly starting to clear aside from a few scattered rainclouds. There was a light drizzle, more like a mist, and if was agitating the roan tobiano. He didn't exactly like being wet and his whole body was soaked with a mix of rain and blood. His injuries thankfully had almost stopped bleeding; however, he knew that with this next battle coming up he was bound to get all bloody again. Grumbling to himself, he carefully stretched out his limbs. His front legs were the source of most of the pain at the moment. His left knee was bruised and swollen and his bruised chest made it painful to move his front pillars. There was also a bruise on the right side of his neck that made it painful to look around, not to mention two kicks to the head that had left him with a lump behind his left ear and a massive headache that would probably last for a couple of days. Mudvayne wasn't looking forward to get more beat up than he already was but he also couldn't say no to a fight.
Soon enough it was his turn to re enter the arena. He rolled his shoulders and let out a slow breath before carefully walking forward. He had a slight limp, his left front leg giving out a surge of pain with every step. He decided to take his time going to meet his opponent. He knew that it was a mare named Skindred. He had heard others mention her back when there was still a big group left for the tournament. She was good. She had to be in order to get this far. He was pretty sure there were only two mares left, the other one being named... Serena, was it? He snorted, shaking his head and whisking away the unimportant thoughts, focusing instead on the arena.
There were puddles scattered throughout the sand-like ground and he frowned. If the temperature got colder again there was a chance those puddles could freeze and he really wasn't looking forward to possibly having to deal with ice again... Taking a deep breath, he looked toward the mare he was going to have to fight, analyzing her and looking for weak spots. He took note that her left hind leg was resting - a possible injury, perhaps? He smirked, looking over the rest of her body before bracing himself as she sprung forward. She reached first for his face and he was quick to jerk his head away. He heard her teeth snap just to the right of his right eye and he growled. What was she trying to do, rip his fucking eyelids off or something? He pinned her with a glare before taking a step back as she reared. This time, he couldn't get his head out of the way fast enough and he ended up taking a hoof to the face. He snorted, jerking backwards as he felt his skin split open. The bleeding wasn't heavy but the wound stung and was an annoyance.
Not wanting to waste any time, he arched his neck and did a quick glance over the mare's body. She had moving away from him after her attack and he surveyed it quickly. He took one last moment to think before splinting forward, aiming for the mare's left side. He bit at her barrel as he passed before sending a powerful kick to her already injured pillar. At the last second, he sent another kick, this tim elifting both hind limbs off of the ground to kick at the back of her hind legs. He stumbled slightly as his hooves came back down onto earth but he gathered his legs beneath him again and pivoted around to look at the bitch, impatiently awaiting her next move.
ooc: he has lost once before.
attacks: 1 - ran at her and bit at her barrel on the left side 2 - kicked out at her left hind leg
dodges: 1 - jerked face away when she tried to bite him
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2014 17:43:23 GMT -7
The light drizzle had become a slight annoyance as the fight progressed. Although it cooled her down it still stung her newer injuries and she wasn't too pleased about it. Skindred knew next to nothing about Mudvayne other then he was a younger brute and had managed to make it this far. Obviously he was here for a reason which was exactly why she wasn't going to underestimate him. The way he smirked at her though at the beginning of the fight had gotten under her skin, and she really wanted to tear into him. Skindred wasn't here to play games with this little boy; in fact she was here to show him that she wasn't one to be messed with. If he had gotten here for a reason so had she and she was about to show him exactly why she was here. Disappointment struck through her when her bared ivories clamped down on empty air, but it didn't last for long. Her front hooves ended up successfully clocking him in the face, and soon after she caught the rustic scent of blood. Involuntarily her muzzle wrinkled at the scent; Skindred had never enjoyed the smell of blood but it was something she had grown accustomed to over the past couple of rounds. After putting some distance between them she was ready for him when he came heading her way. His body was a blur for a moment as he moved past her left side, but not without tearing a piece of her sensitive underbelly. The burning sensation of her skin tearing had become familiar to her now but that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less. Quickly though she bolted away from him, her gait still hobbled but she wasn't willing to take a hit to her left hind hock again. If he wanted to play dirty then she would throw it right back in his face. Swinging back around she didn't waste any time to go after him, but she hadn't expected his hind legs to come flailing at her so quickly. Originally this would have probably hit her in her hind end, but since she was coming at him now his hooves landed on her chest instead. The hit was powerful enough to send stabs of pain down her chest and her breaths came in ragged gasps for a moment. The bruised skin instantly split back open and the blood began to trickle down her front legs and breasts in steady streams. Her rage overwhelmed her for a moment but she wasn't about to let that distract her. Determined to go after him she moved forward despite the pain. Her hooves thudded against the ground in a repetitive rhythm as she cantered up to his left side and instantly her neck snaked out. Her ivories were bared wide as she snapped at the skin on his left elbow and then she rose her dial, this time aiming for his left ear and poll. If she could grab a hold on him she planned to wrench his skin from his body. As her momentum slowed she reared for a second and sent her powerful front hooves directly at his left shoulder blade. She aimed for multiple hits in hopes of dislocating it; she was giving him the benefit of the doubt but he had pissed her off. When she landed she spun quickly, this time sending her hind legs in the direction of his left front knee cap. Her right hind did most of the work here and she found the longer she stayed on her front end the more blood was pushed from her chest wound. Reluctantly she let her hooves land, though her left hind was lifted to avoid hurting it again. She then bolted away from him, her skull held high in defiance. When there was a good bit of distance between them she pulled to a halt, making sure to face him. She wanted to see if he would be smirking now, cockiness was never something she had approved of. Name• Skindred Breed• Hanoverian Age• 7 years Gender• Mare Height• 17.2 hands Alliance• Dark Mental Health• 100% Physical Health• 40% Record• 4-1 Hits•oo1. Reached out with bared ivories to attempt to rip at his ears and eyelids. oo2. Struck out with her front hooves at his muzzle and face in hopes of making solid contact. oo3. Snapped at the sensitive skin on his left elbow in hopes of tearing it and then snapped at his left ear and poll in hopes of grabbing his skin and wrenching it from his body. oo4. Reared for moment to send multiple aims with her front hooves at his left shoulder blade in hopes of dislocating it. oo5. While retreating she kicked out with her hind legs (mostly her right hind) and aimed to hit his left front knee cap numerous times. Dodges• oo1. Bolted forward and out of the way to avoid the hit to her left hind hock. Injuries•Round oo1. Lacerations on her front pistons which have scabbed over. Bruised chest and ribs and missing a chunk of skin off of her mane/withers. Round oo2. Raw cheekbone, gaping neck wound by her jugular that bleeds occasionally, small incision on her neck that has scabbed over. Round oo3. Heavy chunk of mane ripped from her body that occasionally bleeds, wound on her ribs that has split open and multiple slash marks there that are bleeding, small gash on her already bruised chest that is bleeding. Round oo4. Bloody nose, fractured rib and sore side, multiple cuts on her left side and ribcage, bruised and swollen left hind hock and a small abrasion on her left cheek bone which is also bruised. Round oo5. Severely bruised ribs besides her fractured rib and split skin. Laceration on her left flank and multiple bruises and split skin on her right side, there are also bite wounds on her spine and withers as well as a laceration on her underbelly. oo1. Large gash on her underbelly on the left side which is bleeding steadily and burns with movement. oo2. Hit to her chest that has caused the skin to split again and is bleeding profusely. Tagged• fleabittengray with Mudvayne Notes• Good luck dear! Word Count• 679 (without codes) Status• Complete. |
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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 8, 2014 10:25:06 GMT -7
Name- Mudvayne Breed- Dutch Warmblood x Paint Age- 2 Gender- xy Height- 15.3 Alliance- Dark Health- Physical: 1 - kick above his left eye making it bruise and giving him a headache 2 - scrape on his left cheek, no bleeding 3 - 2 in. tear on the left side of his rump just above his hip, mild bleeding 4 - bruised right side of his neck near his throat 5 - skinned left elbow, no bleeding 6 - small tear near his already bruised left eye, no bleeding 7 - kick to left knee, bruised and swollen 8 - scrape on his crest, minimal bleeding 9 - kick to his head, leaving a large bump behind his left ear 10 - 1 in. tear in his neck where it meets his jaw, manimal bleeding 11 - bruise on his chest from the kick, hindering his movements 12 - cut on his face just below his eyes, minimal bleeding 13 - left elbow torn, moderate bleeding 14 - chunk of skin missing just below his left ear, heavy bleeding 15 - heavily bruised left shoulder, making his limp worse 16 - hairline fracture in left knee cap, making his limp worse Mental: Antisocial Personality Disorder, Insomnia, Kleptomania, Mythomania, Sadistic
It had been awhile since his last fight. The last time had been against his father a few months ago, before he came to Wild Equines. His father was dead now, Mudvayne had killed him, and the seal brown beast was pleased with himself. He enjoyed killing or causing pain in general. He had gotten through the tournament almost to the last round and even if he lost he would be proud of himself, though that didn't mean he would be happy about losing. As long as he lost to a formidable opponent it would be alright. So far, this mare was showing that she was quite a good fighter but Mudvayne never wanted to lose to a mare. Mares were the weaker gender. They were only useful for breeding and that was it. Some of them were good fighters but their place was beneath a stallion. They were meant to be controlled! That was what he had been taught as a child (though he wasn't much older now) and that was the view he was always going to have about mares. He chuckled quietly, eyeing the mare with curious emerald eyes. She was older than him but Mudvayne was not a two year old that could be overlooked. He was good at what he did and he always fought dirty.
When he tasted blood on his tongue, he grinned. His bites towards the mare's underbelly had been successful. He licked his lips, appreciating the taste, and shook his head as blood from his new face wound dripped down toward his muzzle. HIs next attacks didn't land, at least not where he had wanted to hit her. Instead of getting a kick to her injured leg, the mare had turned toward him so that it was her chest that got the full force of his kick. He could sympathize with the mare. He knew her chest would be bruised. He had been a victim of the same attack in one of his other battles. However, just because he knew how she felt didn't mean he was going to take it easy on her. He never went easy on anyone.
He heard her few ragged breaths and smirked again, though he was still facing away from the mare. He turned to face her and was pleased to see that Skindred's chest was now bleeding. He must have hit an older injury. Mudvayne didn't have time to think about it, though, as the mare burst forward. It was a wonder that she could still do such a thing with her injured leg. He took a few sidesteps to the right but that wasn't enough to stop her from tearing a piece of his elbow. The bleeding wasn't too heavy, but the injury was going to be a pain to deal with. His poor front left leg seemed to be taking most of the damage in this tournament. Her next attack was at his poll and left ear. She was taller than him so he couldn't lift his head out of the way and as he tore his head away from her fangs he felt the skin tear and rivers of blood quickly began streaming down over his eye and cheek. His ears laid back and he snorted, shaking his head. It was throbbing and making it difficult to focus, but he couldn't quit now. There was still a few attacks left in this battle.
The mare's front hooves made contact with his left shoulder and he snorted, jerking away from her. He didn't think the kick had caused any breaks but it was going to end up bruised. He reared up, glaring at the mare, and kicked his front hooves at her face just as she landed back onto four feet. Mudvayne was hoping to get another attack in but the moment he landed a kick was aimed at his front left knee. The pain was intense and he grunted, stumbling back a few steps as pain shot up his entire leg. He grit his teeth against the pain and let out a fierce snarl before trotting forward. Every step was pure agony but he did his best to ignore it as he approached the mare. He snaked his head out as he got close before lifting his front end up slightly and trying to clamp his teeth around her windpipe. He wanted to rip her throat out. If he successfully got any part of her neck or throat, he was going to shake his head and try to rip away as much skin as possible. He then reared up higher and mimicked her attack, reaching for her right ear and poll. He wanted to tear this woman apart. He didn't like losing to a girl. He was so much better than her. At least in his mind.
ooc: he has lost once before.
attacks: 1 - ran at her and bit at her barrel on the left side 2 - kicked out at her left hind leg 3 - reared up just as skindred dropped from her rear, aiming at her face 4 - reared up slightly and reached for her throat/neck area, shaking his head if he got any skin 5 - reared up higher and reached for her right ear and poll
dodges: 1 - jerked face away when she tried to bite him
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2014 17:44:49 GMT -7
Name• Skindred Breed• Hanoverian Age• 7 years Gender• Mare Height• 17.2 hands Alliance• Dark Mental Health• 100% Physical Health• 35% Record• 4-1 Hits•oo1. Reached out with bared ivories to attempt to rip at his ears and eyelids. oo2. Struck out with her front hooves at his muzzle and face in hopes of making solid contact. oo3. Snapped at the sensitive skin on his left elbow in hopes of tearing it and then snapped at his left ear and poll in hopes of grabbing his skin and wrenching it from his body. oo4. Reared for moment to send multiple aims with her front hooves at his left shoulder blade in hopes of dislocating it. oo5. While retreating she kicked out with her hind legs (mostly her right hind) and aimed to hit his left front knee cap numerous times. Dodges• oo1. Bolted forward and out of the way to avoid the hit to her left hind hock. oo2. Wrenched her head back to avoid the bite to her ear and poll. Injuries•Round oo1. Lacerations on her front pistons which have scabbed over. Bruised chest and ribs and missing a chunk of skin off of her mane/withers. Round oo2. Raw cheekbone, gaping neck wound by her jugular that bleeds occasionally, small incision on her neck that has scabbed over. Round oo3. Heavy chunk of mane ripped from her body that occasionally bleeds, wound on her ribs that has split open and multiple slash marks there that are bleeding, small gash on her already bruised chest that is bleeding. Round oo4. Bloody nose, fractured rib and sore side, multiple cuts on her left side and ribcage, bruised and swollen left hind hock and a small abrasion on her left cheek bone which is also bruised. Round oo5. Severely bruised ribs besides her fractured rib and split skin. Laceration on her left flank and multiple bruises and split skin on her right side, there are also bite wounds on her spine and withers as well as a laceration on her underbelly. oo1. Large gash on her underbelly on the left side which is bleeding steadily and burns with movement. oo2. Hit to her chest that has caused the skin to split again and is bleeding profusely. oo3. Large three inch gash beneath her right eye from his hooves slicing her there. oo4. Hefty chunk of skin has been ripped from the right side of her neck causing it to be bleed steadily and making it difficult for her to keep her skull raised without it causing severe pain. Tagged• fleabittengray with Mudvayne Notes• So sorry my posts were so shitty! Wrighting battle posts while having the flu is not fun good luck Hun and thank you! Status• THIS CAN NOW BE JUDGED! |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2014 2:51:49 GMT -7
@horsehuggr with Skindred Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments: All good No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 9,5 Comments: First post: no god playing, used words as aim and hope. Second post: „Her ivories were bared wide as she snapped at the skin on his left elbow and then she rose her dial, this time aiming for his left ear and poll.”<- First half of the sentence there is no aim/hope/tried/ect ect, just that she did snap at the skin on his left elbow. Hint of powerplaying, it is very mild so only 0,5 points taken away. (in attack at the bottom of the post, you have added hoping to tear) “As her momentum slowed she reared for a second and sent her powerful front hooves directly at his left shoulder blade. She aimed for multiple hits in hopes of dislocating it” <- Here it is much better, no points taken away from this but just wanted to point it out, you say the hooves went directly at the left shoulder blade but follow it up right away with an aim sentence so there was no feeling at all that she managed to get him there without knowing his reaction. Very well done. 1000 Words Or Less: 10 Comments: Both were fine Correct Setting: 10 Comments: all good. Realistic Attacks: 10 Comments:First post: good and realistic, nothing extreme for a mare that has so many injuries. Second post: good attacks that could easily been seen out in the wild. Realistic Dodges: 10 Comments: nothing to add here, they were fine. Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments:First post: very well described past injuries in the post, gave a good feel in what condition the mare was when she started fighting. Second post: described how her opponent got her, how it hurt, her injuries and how it would affect her. She was played that it was very believable that the mare was hurt and not 100% healthy. Good flow in post with the injuries which made the post very interesting to read. Spelling/Grammar: 9,5 Comments: Very very mild mistakes. Total Score: 79 fleabittengray with Mydwane Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments: it was all good No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 9 Comments:First post: “He bit at her barrel as he passed before sending a powerful kick to her already injured pillar. At the last second, he sent another kick, this tim elifting both hind limbs off of the ground to kick at the back of her hind legs. “ <- missing the word aim/hope/trying/ect ect. Second post: “He reared up, glaring at the mare, and kicked his front hooves at her face just as she landed back onto four feet.” <- The rest of the attacks were extremely good with the right words in it. This was the only one that stood out in the second post. 1000 Words Or Less: 10 Comments: both were under 1000 Correct Setting: 10 Comments: nothing to add here, the setting was fine. Realistic Attacks: 10 Comments: Good attacks, and clearly a heated battle going on. Seeing a lot of improvement for last battle. Attacks don’t feel as rushed off, they are well thought out and a good rhythmic in them. Realistic Dodges: 10 Comments: moved his face out of the way. all realistic with that. Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments: Former injuries well described, as well as the injuries he got in this battle. They were believable and it was easy to read out that he really was hurt from all this fighting. Spelling/Grammar: 9,5 Comments: few mistakes, more type errors. tim elifting should be time lifting, HIs should be His. was should be were when talking about multiple attacks. Total Score: 78,5 Congrats to @horsehuggr for winning this round. DAMN both of you guys were extremely good in this fight, which made the points be very close! I am also seeing major improvements from both of you from previous fight I have judged ! Keep up the good work, you guys are almost at getting battles 100% in scores =D
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