[Zohyd//]

angel of wrath

{don't underestimate a lady with manners}

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It is said that all is fair in love and war but in this case Akroma would have to disagree. This was not a war she asked for nor was it a war that she was prepared for. She preferred to have more of a strategic way when going into war. Having leverage and the upper hand plus a couple of wild cards up her sleeve- however she was caught blindsided by this act. Ever since the meeting with The Surgeon, Incognito had been… different. Well it was hard to judge considering the Queen had not even had time to sit down and get to know her King or really talk things through with him. The moment she stepped on the throne it went from him being stolen, to the meeting in Ward XIII to him initiating war. However the semi leopard, overo wench knew that The Surgeon had pushed some sort of button to cause this. Her mind flashed back to the attractive silver mare that made a rather abrupt entrance during their meeting. The look on the King’s façade said it all. Whomever that mare was she clearly meant a lot to the King and Incognito was not happy that The Surgeon had her. It was like watching someone self destruct and there was simply nothing you could do. He cracked, gone insane. Suddenly it was time to make everyone punish. And that truly was everyone.

Akroma would like to see this as a case of guilty by association. She did NOT want this war. It was certainly not the time for it to break out yet. The Royals knew it was coming, however it could’ve been postponed longer; although Incognito had other ideas- that were all his own. However Akroma had grown up in a certain culture. She was taught to stand next to her King no matter what decision he had decided to make, whether or not she approved. This would be one of those times. And sure enough when one starts going around and taking what doesn’t belong to them- it pisses someone else off. Incognito had done just that. He had his targets and he took them without asking, sure enough Carnevale Letale along with its residents and allies weren’t exactly pleased. Immediate retaliation happened- this time they were taking what technically belonged to her; despite the agreement that she had made. It wasn’t much of a surprise that they have committed treason. Akroma knew very well not to trust anyone and although she thought that Incognito might slightly deserve it she was not about to let her King sit. He was the one that initiated this war however she needed him back at Lachlan Breck with her to help get things going. She could not let them be divided and she could not let the other side see that she wasn’t too fond of the ebon King herself. She would have to present herself a united front, however the Spanish brute would have some damage control to do between the two of them once this was all over, if he wasn’t too busy with Maxim or Tainted Love. Akroma didn’t mind that he had other interests. Just because she was the Queen did not automatically place them to be in love. She didn’t fall in love actually and this was a prime example of why she didn’t. Made you act stupid off of emotions instead of thinking things through logically.

Sixteen point two hand bodice entered the battlefield at a two beat gait. Her strides were long and graceful, looking of the gait that a top level dressage equine would have. Frozen precipitation fell from the sky where grey clouds loomed. Although winter was now on its last leg it most certainly was still trying to hold on. The landscape around her was peaceful and a pristine white coloring, leaving the fresh powder to be unscathed by any equine. That would change soon. The fresh powder had fallen all night leaving about six inches to cover the Earth’s lithosphere. Carbon dioxide was released in plumes from her flared nasal passages as she made her voyage to the designated battlegrounds where she would be meeting her opponent, Vladislav. Quite honestly she wasn’t even sure as to whom the stallion was. Have never heard of him and yet here he was trying to steal Incognito. Incognito had started a war with Carnevale Letale and Ward XIII was under their ruling along with other sub herds that the King had targeted. They saw an opportunity to take the King so they took it despite any prior agreement or terms and conditions. However if they wanted to hit him a bit more where it hurt then they would have targeted one of his lovers. Maxim or Tainted Love would’ve caused him to become just that much more insane- which sure enough Akroma didn’t need to deal with at this moment.

Uniquely colored bodice came to a halt in the flat opening as she waited patiently for her opponent to arrive. Dial was tucked ever so slightly, curled over at the poll as she stood squarely. Ebon tresses tickled against her muscular shoulder as a soft breeze swept through the lands. Akroma had fought many times before and she certainly wasn’t a small sixteen point two hands. Although she was raised to be chivalrous and courteous she also went through extensive training of how to fight, how to use her bodice against her opponents and spot their weaknesses. All of those that the leaders thought might become more than just a “herd mare” had to do this. Of course this was a section that the Sugarbush x Spotted Draft x Quarab wench excelled at. She loved to analyze and read her opponents. It usually helped her counter any attacks and go straight into offense mode before her opponent had a chance to realize what was going on.

Duo colored orbs spotted movement through the snowfall. Ah yes, here was the victim that wanted to steal Incognito. Akroma studied his every step and movement as he came near. His height and build were the same as hers. Usually when things like that equaled out it became more of a game of technique than who could hit the hardest. He was a gold champagne sabino color with a pearl dilute. Not as loud as Akroma’s coloring but just as unique. Once he was within ear shot Akroma allowed herself to speak, the lyrics flowing from her vocals into the once peaceful air. Treason is a crime that ye hath committed. War is upon us now. Blood will be shed and lives will be lost. But first I wish to keep thy King. Tis only fair since Carnevale Letale has their ruler that Lachlan Breck gets theirs. Ye shall be punished for rebelling and committing the crime of treason. With that Akroma went into battle mode. No more time to talk this out, it was too late for talking. This is what Incognito wanted so this is what he would get. But now this would be the second time she would have to try and save his ass from the enemy. He might as well just give them all guns, paint a target on his ass and stand ten feet away.

Deep breath was taken in and then released. You could say she was stressed in a way by the thoughts of what war brings and how she felt belittled by Incognito for doing this so suddenly- without speaking to her. But she pushed that away from her mind for the time being. First she would have to get him home safe, and then they could go from there. But right now was time to fight.

Akroma already knew the attack she had in mind. If she wanted to do damage early on then she would have to take out some key points. Uniquely colored canvas moved quick as she first side stepped to the right so she was now facing her opponent’s shoulder. Weight shifted backwards as her bodice began to scrunch up, muscles coiling up ready to spring her forward. Finally Akroma lurched towards her challenger, lethal daggers aimed to strike towards him. Left dagger became strategically placed to hopefully land right before his shoulder blade started, at the angle she was at it could dig in with the power behind- hopefully causing a dislocation. Right dagger aimed for his armpit and girth area. If she could tear a chunk of skin off in this soft section it wouldn’t be a winning move but it would be irritable. That wasn’t the dagger she was planning on doing most of the damage anyways- it was the left dagger and dislocating his left shoulder is what she was banking on. But never put all of your eggs in one basket. Maw parted revealing her ivories as she aimed them towards the champagne’s crest, her hope was to tear a large chunk of skin from here. If she was lucky she’d be able to get a good enough mouth piece to tear is straight down which would cause the laceration to be larger which in turn meant more blood loss.

Once Akroma landed on the ground she was careful to keep her footing in the powder snow. Her bodice moved to stand parallel next to him and then she side stepped away. Amateurs went forwards and backwards, professionals went side to side. Although fighting was not something that the Queen had practice with everyday, it was apparent she knew what she was doing. Wouldn’t this new Queen be quite a surprise to all of those that doubted her?



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ooc' Here you are luffs <3 Best of luck!
Note to staff; We are running this like the gladiator tournament. Going straight into attacking to get it rolling faster! (:

Name- Akroma
Breed- Sugarbush x Spotted Draft x Quarab
Age- 4
Gender- Mare
Height- 16.2hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%

Terms; 4 hits, 1 dodge, 3 days to reply, no word limit. Winner gets Incognito.

Hits:
1.) Attacked him from the side. Left dagger going to dislocate his shoulder, right to tear the skin in his armpit meanwhile she is grabbing the top of his neck to hopefully tear a piece of chunk vertically downward.

Dodges:
1 left

TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

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Unruly fibers shifted in the atmosphere as it moved, his malachite gaze locked on nothing in particular as the cocaine dust cascaded around him in flurries and swirls, ghostly apparitions rose and fell in the winds that swarmed around him. Dried claret crusted around his grave stone hued mug, his salmon pink tongue escaping it's incarceration to remove the flakes of blood as they almost peeled from his velvet mug. Inhaling deeply, the champagne and bone hued leviathan rose his jaw in determination, his voids scanning the horizon in search of his opponent, the dark queen herself. The royals had pulled a foolish trick on Carnevale Letale, stealing the leaders of their sub lands, what were they expecting? Vladislav had pulled the rug right back from them, claiming Incognito now as his own prize, should he win this battle, his goal was to turn the failed monarch into a somewhat handsome door mat. Vladislav was a firm believer that the role you had in life will be no different in death, so why change his belief for the dark king himself? Shifting his weight, the duo chromed dragon spun on his hocks, observing another point of view as the black clouds continued sieving out the cold powder, a fine crust covering the lands. Vladislav was of good breeding, his build slight and agile from the mutt bloods of his heritage, his personality and issues, as it were, from his grandfather alone. The demon remained stationary, awaiting for the appearance of Akroma. Steady inhalation of oxygen allowed his muscles to remain warm and supple for the promise of war, this singular attack he knew would be the first of many, the ball had been set in motion. Politics. That was all it was, yet it appeared those who had the power knew not of how to use it correctly, or at least, in their best interests. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, the muffled crunches of a mass upon the fresh snow caused him to snap his skull over his shoulder with the ferocity of a wolf to a jugular, his attention landing specifically upon the sow before him. Sinews and muscles pulled back his labium in a vicious snarl, his crimson stained pearls now on view for the monarch as she spoke, her words causing him to stand to his full height, although there was no difference between them, he cocked a singular hark forwards, obtaining her words and processing them. A dark laughter erupted from within his ribs, pushing out past his kissers and into the void between them. Silencing his laughter as quickly as it had began, it was his turn to speak, his gaze locked on her like a heat seeking missile. "My dear queen, I fear no army of wolves lead by sheep, whilst I fight for the army of sheep lead by wolves." his words dripped like pus from a sore as he took a step closing, watching how her body twitched with anticipation. "But I shall bow to you, sheep queen, in a way fit for a cunt like yourself." Again, hostile words dripped from his mouth as his lampistras made contact with hers, arching his nape back somewhat before extending it forwards violently, crimson stained phlegm landing in the space between them, dissolving into the snow as it melted from the heat. Vladislav pulled his nape back to its natural arch, his body suddenly ignited as he swung his quarters underneath him, standing squarely before the slattern with little care nor consideration but a calm calculation of the events that were likely to unfold. Vladislav watched as she advanced, her movements lithe and sudden, her body suddenly upon him within seconds. A sudden burning sensation shot through his shoulder, the ability to move faltered as he felt his weight begin to fall, whilst blood suddenly fell freely from a laceration to his under arm, the soft skin hanging in flaps below him. Pushing his weight back on three appendages, the duo stained leviathan roared in what was a mixture of loathing and pain, the intensity from both indistinguishable as her teeth suddenly grapple at his crest, ripping the muscles and sinews down, leaving a deep laceration to his nape. As soon as she was there, she was gone again, his malachite lampistras upon her as she danced away from the mess she had made. Pulling his auditoriums flat against his skull, his previous anguish was lost, an uneasy poker face befell his handsome features as he looked to her now. Feeling his foot dangle precariously, the young demon rocked back before suddenly pushing his mass into the limb, an eerie pop sounded as the limb returned to it's abode. A dull ache throbbed as he turned now, his mind ticking over exactly how he was going to shred her, how he planned to tear her into ribbons. Ribbons which would then be plaited into the mane of the king himself whilst he remained in Vlad's home. A small chuckle escaped him, his face mutilating into something horrific as he lowered his mug and lapped up the fresh crimson that flowed freely from the wound. Spinning his skull back to face her, he began his own pursuit of garoting the queer stained slut. Moving towards her, he extended a forelimb high, in the singular movement his aim was to slice the taught skin of her barrel, a diagonal slit that would reach the pliant flesh of her mammary glands, should his aim be true. It was once he pulled his forelimb away did he turn, his daggers slid below him, sidestepping quickly and closely, his own hairs moving into hers as within seconds his nose was brushing the soft cocaine ground, his hind daggers swung skywards, aiming for her lower mandibles. It was no one trick pony, but it was a start at the very least. Dancing away from her, he half passed his way to the patch where his blood stained the snow, as if this was now his spot, and his alone. Throwing his skull skywards, the hellion awaited her retort. It would've been visible to her as he moved away she had rendered his forelimb to a state of near incapacity. Vladislav smirked as he awaited her move, his tresses slicing the atmosphere viciously behind him, the blood stained hairs hitting his taught hide with an audible smack. Pain was inevitable in this game, but suffering was an option he chose to ignore. words; 1085 tag; Zohyd// & Akroma notes; gah that was sucky. Name- Vladislav Breed- American Saddlebred x Morgan x Irish Draught x Anglo Arabian x Percheron x Shire x Andalusian x Holstien x Lusitano x Hanoverian Age- 6 Gender- Stallion Height- 16.2hh Alliance- Dark Health- 90% Terms; 4 hits, 1 dodge, 3 days to reply, no word limit. Winner gets Incognito. Injuries 1. Sustained a dislocated shoulder which will cause him to limp for the remainder of the battle, torn flesh of his armpit and deep laceration to crest. Hits 1. Struck at Akroma's belly, aiming to slice her diagonally as he turned his body, then sending his hind limbs in a kick aimed at her lower jaw in an attempt to break it. Dodges 1 remaining.

[Zohyd//]

angel of wrath

{don't underestimate a lady with manners}

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My dear queen, I fear no army of wolves lead by sheep, whilst I fight for the army of sheep lead by wolves. But I shall bow to you, sheep queen, in a way fit for a cunt like yourself. Azure and mocha orbs absorbed the motions the two toned brute performed. Her façade read that she was less than pleased with what was taking place and less then pleased with his words. Leave it to a member of their herd to talk with such vile. He was ignorant and it was obvious he lacked manners or much of an education. If Akroma were to say such things when she was younger and still in her training one of the dukes or the King’s bastards would’ve taken her away and delivered her a healthy amount of lashings. Her manners came and went with each equine individually. If you respected her then she would show respect back. However if you tried to demand or disrespect her then you were nothing above the Earth’s soil. A wolf’s shit would mean more to her then some disrespectful equine. The Queen was beginning to see that those that tied themselves to Carnevale Letale weren’t exactly manner friendly nor did they show respect to anyone. The mentality of “my dicks bigger than yours and I’m going to show it by killing, torturing and stealing” was the kind of persona they let off; whether they wanted to or not. But if you were to ask Akroma it took more balls to sit there and actually handle problems rather than kill right off the bat. Clearly there was a reason why Carnevale Letale or anyone that followed their morbid ways were in the history of being a Dark Royal or even in the harem right now. Quite simply it wasn’t logical. However somewhere in their twisted little minds they thought it was. Reality check Carnevale Letale, you are spreading yourselves too thin and the new Dark Queen will enjoy watching you fall.

Her hits had been successful however she was not about to boast for such thing. The impact of the hit only added fuel to the fire that was lit beneath her. Duo colored orbs watched as he fumbled around slightly, using only three limbs to now move away from her. Twin audits became laced to her skull as his vocals rang out in protest from her hits. Feeling her teeth tear down his skin was usually something that most could not quite stand the feeling of, however Akroma didn’t mind. She didn’t fight for fun, she was fighting for keeps. This was not a game she asked for or something she enjoyed to do- the Queen simply did it when she had to. Incognito needed to be in Lachlan Breck. Carnevale Letale had broken the terms and conditions on certain privileges and Akroma was not going to let the King go without a fight because a bunch of cry babies couldn’t hold to their word. Now that there was distance between the two her opponent watched her. Azure and mocha orbs matched his gaze. He didn’t seem quite pleased how fast she was to get in and get out, but that was a specialty of Akroma’s fighting skill. Make her move, do her damage and be back to a comfortable space before her challenger even had much time to react. for those that preferred to use brute force and fight like a brick house hated it. They’d have to change their game completely- which most usually weren’t able to do mid battle.

He would soon enough be making his move and Akroma would need to be ready. Just because the one move had been a success did not mean that she had this fight in the bag. Although the damage that had been done to his shoulder was a big point for her. Equines carried most of their weight on their forelimbs- take one away or hinder it somehow and their game just isn’t the same anymore. She watched as the two tone brute went to put it back into place. A painful move but even with it back in place it would need relaxation and rest to full heal- and there wouldn’t be time for that in this battle. Duo colored orbs watched as his face turned into a twisted look and an obnoxious chuckle rung out from his vocals. He turned to lap up some of his own blood from his own wound. Freak! she thought to herself. It would not surprise her if he were a cannibal. It seemed all of those under Carnevale Letale had their twisted and wretched ways. Cannibalistic being one of them. Dial then moved away back to face her and now it was his move on the board. Akroma could read his muscles getting ready to push him towards her and she prepared herself.

Orbs watched as his forelimb raised high in the chilly air and aimed towards her barrel. It was a readable move and he was leaving himself wide open in some vital places- she would just have to take advantage of it. Sixteen point two hand bodice went to lurch her forward, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to avoid the attack but perhaps redirect it to a location that wouldn’t take as much damage. As her hind daggers dug into the Earth Akroma quickly realized she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Both daggers slid on the fresh powder of snow. She had not dug deep enough to get enough traction in order for herself to push forward. She would be taking this hit where her opponent wanted it to hit. Twin audits laced to her skull as she half tried to prepare herself for the blow and stumble to regain her footing. Vocals erupted in a low groan as she felt his dagger come in contact with her side, slicing it open with ease. Akroma’s limbs went to move her away from the pain, however she still found herself stumbling upon the now pink frozen precipitation beneath her. Dial lowered enough as she stumbled to regain her balance and pull herself together so she could move herself into offense mode directly. Their canvases touched for just a second before his hind quarters were facing her and she knew exactly what was coming next. Shit. Her dial was already too low as she was fumbling to regain her balance between the hit and the snow, there was no way she’d be able to avoid this hit either! In attempt to take the hit someplace a little less vulnerable she snaked her muscular boa, keeping her dial lower. If she rose it then it would only give him more space to wind up power. The least amount of distance the least amount of power. Pain shot through her entire skull as he made contact right on top of her buccinators muscle. He had not broke skin but he had left a ringing in her head.

Akroma watched as her challenger limped away. Slowly she moved her jaw- testing to make sure it still worked. A little sore but otherwise she was fine. Azure orb took in the slit on her canvas. Her ivory patches were now stained crimson red and she was beginning to take claim on the snow beneath her. It would be a matter of time until the endorphins kicked in and the pain would dull a bit. Akroma had learned a saying growing up that stuck with her, pain is temporary, victory lasts forever. It was a motto she stuck by. No matter the pain she would do her best to fight until death in order to get the win.

Mind raced to consider his injuries. The one that ran down his boa and the one placed behind his armpit would not affect him right now. Perhaps it would help with blood loss- but he would need more lacerations in order for blood loss to even play a factor in this battle. So the semi leopard, over Queen would have to play off that shoulder. It should be hard for him to push off of it, perhaps cause his movements to be slower? Attractive dial curled at the poll as it tucked in behind the vertical. Ebon tresses tickled the bridge of her nose itching for her to make her next move on the bastard that had committed treason. Peach daggers began to prance her bodice in place- she was not about to give this brute a break. No rest for the wicked. This time her daggers dug deep into the Earth’s lithosphere, successfully grabbing traction on the turf. Within two large strides Akroma would reach his two toned bodice. Hind limbs gave an extra push as she aimed upward now. Her front daggers aiming for his façade. Her goal was to either hit an orb to take away his vision, slice the area above his orb to cause the bleeding to run down into it which should also mess with his vision or the soft section on his façade that should cause a killed head throb that would make it almost impossible to think straight or perhaps get a knockout. Akroma knew that you had to be willing to take a hit in order to land a good one that would make a difference.

Akroma moved through her flailing daggers. If she hit then that would be ideal- but she had backup moves in case she missed. Ivories parted, her jaw aching slightly from the hit she had taken just a moment before hand. Ivories now aimed to grab for his wind pipe area. This could cause different problems like: affecting his breathing, ripping the skin away revealing his vulnerable innards and/ or distract him long enough if she decided to make another move. As her daggers moved passed his dial their path directed to slit his chest as they went towards the frozen Earth. Hopefully her right dagger would hit that shoulder just right to remind him of his injuries but it was always possible to miss when in the midst of a battle. Once her peach daggers hit the Earth she immediately lifted them back up to turn and make her exit. This was the one time she allowed herself to have some serious knee action. As she positioned herself on her back daggers to turn and exit her left knee came to pop him in his own jaw. An uppercut if you will. 65 degree turned away Akroma allowed a single dagger to go flying backwards as she took off a couple of feet and turned to face the brute. The chilled air stung on her side but she was going to have to suck it up. The Queen would have time to clean it up later.



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ooc' Would you be willing to possibly drop this to 3 hits and 1 dodge? Get it done just a wee bit sooner? If not that's totally alright with me. Just a suggestion since we both are probably pretty swamped.

Name- Akroma
Breed- Sugarbush x Spotted Draft x Quarab
Age- 4
Gender- Mare
Height- 16.2hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 94%

Terms; 4 hits, 1 dodge, 3 days to reply, no word limit. Winner gets Incognito.

Hits:
1.) Attacked him from the side. Left dagger going to dislocate his shoulder, right to tear the skin in his armpit meanwhile she is grabbing the top of his neck to hopefully tear a piece of chunk vertically downward.

2.) Came at him from a front angle. Attempted to either hit him in the eye or slice right above hoping it will interfere with his vision. Also could hit the soft part of his dial. Attempted to grab his windpipe. Attempted to slice at his chest hoping to make contact with his shoulder once again from the frontal view.

Dodges:
1 left

TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

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Vladislav watched as his words hit home. It was an interesting card he had chosen to use against the queen, knowing her disposition for manners and decorum, he had thrown her off just by morals alone. A small chuckle escaped him as he moved deftly away from her, his tendrils slicing at his hind quarters as he did so, pushing easily off the earth's lithosphere, the light dusting of the cocaine made him collect a little more, pushing harder off the topography and propelling him into the air slightly, landing with a skid. The younger leviathan turned to face her in once swift movement, his malachite lampistras tumbled over her, assessing the damage as blood spilled freely from the laceration along her barrel. Vladislav merely watched as she calculated her moves, her eyes lingering like a hungry wolf on his injured shoulder. A small smirk dissected his labium, tongue slithering from behind it's calcium bars to moisten his bloodied lips, lapping up the crusted hemoglobin. Raising his skull, the quadruped allowed a vicious laugh to escape him, his emerald orbs landing on her face now, watching as her muscles almost itched to be at him. "I take it you haven't heard, dear Queen. Necropolis is dead. Diavolo stands alone. For such a great queen, I question your ability to rule a race if you can't stand against your opponents without a crutch." he spoke placidly into the gulf between them, the steady fall of ivory dust had almost ceased, a few in flakes tumbled from the heavens, yet there was no real threat as of yet. Vladislav pulled his lobes from their graves, the oncoming sound of war drums pulled his attention on to her spotted frame. One, two, then she was upon him, one dagger made contact with the optic bone, a low pop heard then almost imminently hot blood coursed from the open wound. Grinding his calcified pearls against one another, he threw his skull heaven bound,moving the rest of his face away from her flailing knives, yet in his attempts of sanctuary, he found her teeth grappling at his jugular, the tightening of her jaws only angered him further. With little care nor thought, he ripped his throat out of her grasp, snaking his skull below her, his enamels aimed directly at her lower rib cage, the area where the pectoral muscles ended their protection of the ribs and left the rest to the abdominal muscles. If contact had been successful, he would have easily stripped her of her flesh, potentially even made contact with a rib and snapped it. Alas, before he was certain of contact, her final blow came down along his lower nape and over the shoulder she had previously dislocated. This time, no noise came from him, no words of resentment left him for now he was on the attack. As soon as she had turned away from him, he was in pursuit of her, his skull dipping to avoid her leg as she aimed for his face, the solid peach just dancing over his nose. It would be a mild bruise, but nothing was broken. Poising his nape in a tight arch, he followed her step for step, watching with anticipation as she halted, clearly not expecting the attack straight after her own. Vladislav came to her shoulder, his harks pinned against his poll as he skidded just short of her, feeling the heat off her wounds as he pushed his mass onto his hind appendages, coiling his skull to one side before swinging it towards her own summit, aiming to at least daze her as he angled his skull to make contact with her cheek. The movement needed to be a quick jab, sharp and like that of a bolt gun, just to stun her. Resting on his hocks, the leviathan then swung his blood stained enamels to her nape, aiming to make contact with her crest and rip the skin from the flesh in one fell swoop. Two could play this game. Pushing away from her, he spun then to make his hasty exit, his knives grappled with the topography yet traction was gained swiftly, allowing the younger beast to move off with ease. Much like she had done, he aimed one hind limb in her direction, uncaring of where it made contact as long as contact was made. A shooting pain down his forelimb, causing him to stumble and land on his knees, cursing himself mentally whilst pushing himself up and moving off again. Partially blinded by the hot blood that seeped from his optical, he skidded to a slightly ungainly halt, quickly dropping his skull to his fore leg to wipe the hot crimson away, returning to him his full vision, despite the uncomfortable throbbing above his eye. Sinews pulled his kissers back in a small snarl, daring her to come at him again, despite this being inevitable, he cared little. The adrenaline that coursed through him was enough to keep an elephant alive, his champagne, ivory and blood stained body a mess against the ivory backdrop, his own claret staining the earth below him, absorbing him into the earth's crust. Raising his jaw defiantly, the leviathan turned his body to face her head on, whether she was attacking him as he had done to her, or simply recovering from the shock, he was ready for it. The blood on his face had dried, forming a crust over his features, almost forcing his facial muscles into a state of paralysis. Atlas moved to get a better view, shaking his serpent to remove the hairs from the open wounds, the irritation minimal but noticeable enough. Vladislav chuckled at the simple intricacies of war, his grandfather incarcerated by the royals, the dark royal king imprisoned within the confines of his home, how amusing. words; 975 tag; Zohyd// & Akroma notes; sorry its terible!! Name- Vladislav Breed- American Saddlebred x Morgan x Irish Draught x Anglo Arabian x Percheron x Shire x Andalusian x Holstien x Lusitano x Hanoverian Age- 6 Gender- Stallion Height- 16.2hh Alliance- Dark Health- 80% Terms; 3 hits, 1 dodge, 3 days to reply, no word limit. Winner gets Incognito. Injuries 1. Sustained a dislocated shoulder which will cause him to limp for the remainder of the battle, torn flesh of his armpit and deep laceration to crest. 2. Broken orbital bone above his eye, superficial laceration to his jugular, damaged muscle in lower neck/shoulder. Received bruising to his lower jaw from her kick. Hits 1. Struck at Akroma's belly, aiming to slice her diagonally as he turned his body, then sending his hind limbs in a kick aimed at her lower jaw in an attempt to break it. 2. Aimed at her lower rib cage as she reared at him, aimed to stun/daze her by throwing his skull at hers, attempted to pull at her crest to inflict similar injuries to his own and then finally threw a blow to her facial area, with no real intention just a warning. Dodges 1 remaining.

[Zohyd//]

angel of wrath

{don't underestimate a lady with manners}

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I take it you haven't heard, dear Queen. Necropolis is dead. Diavolo stands alone. For such a great queen, I question your ability to rule a race if you can't stand against your opponents without a crutch. Eyes narrowed in upon the two toned brute, was he not realizing that she wasn’t here to exchange words with the bastard? This was a battle not a counseling session. I can assure ye that thy passing thy Queen does not affect me. Now she can join her beloved in Hell where she belongs. I lean on no crutch. Ye have not the slightest idea of what ye are talking about duke, so I suggest ye stop making thy self look more foolish then what ye already are. Her lyrics were cold, clearly showing she wasn’t pleased with the dialogue that he so wanted to exchange. Twin audits laced to her skull as she watched the twisted bastard before her. She didn’t have a crutch that she was leaning on, Akroma could do this on her own- hell she did when Incognito was in captured by The Surgeon. If Incognito were to die during battle then sure enough the sixteen point two hand wench could handle it on her own. However this war was- his war. He initiated it, so somewhere in that messed up brain of his he had plans and the semi leopard, overo wench had not yet had a chance to pick at his brain to figure out exactly what they were. The herd members needed their King. Akroma was still too new for them to give her all of her trust and take every order. Some were more willing than others; however there were those that were ignorant fools that could not see a natural leader when it was standing right in front of them. Draft built wench had gone through light training of what to do if your King were to die as it does happen and it was one of the least fun classes to be in- but she learned enough to get by until a new King were to be appointed.

Dagger had made contact with her opponent’s skull just above his optic. Good, if she was lucky the blood would drip down and interfere with his vision. As her ivories clamped down on his esophagus she felt him tear it away. Duo colored orbs caught sight of the anger that flashed through him; this was a battle- he had to know that he was going to get hurt. It would be impossible for him to come out unscathed. Unless he actually thought of himself to be that much a fighter that he could go into a battle with a woman and yet remain unscathed. It was foolish how some actually thought so high of themselves. Battles weren’t a cake walk, especially not with her- the Queen made sure of that! Azure and mocha orbs caught sight of him snaking his own dial around and aiming for her rib cage yet again. Searing pain shot through as her hind limb kicked out in frustration and her whipped lashed to where he had made contact. Simple, pissy actions showing the sensitive skin had taken a hit. The cool air brought a stinging sensation that told her that her canvas had been ripped away and her flesh was exposed. The Queen didn’t have much time to assess all the damage done to her before she was thrown into defense mode by the two toned bastard. If he wanted their attacks to be back to back then that was fine with the Queen, she had the stamina to go all day. Perhaps it was one of the only traits she stole from her Arabian breeding and in her opinion, when it came down to battles, it was a good one to have stolen.

As Akroma came to a halt she fought herself to gain traction on the ivory powder beneath them. Since they had been squabbling around in it for a few minutes now the snow had packed together to become ice and it could be deadly in a battle, she would have to watch her traction carefully. Her opponent’s two toned bodice flashed into her visage as his weight shifted backwards onto his haunches. That massive, ugly skull of his was heading towards hers. Ok so not the usual thoughts that would be running through the Queen’s mind, but when you picked a fight with her the chivalry side became a bit more dulled out as her anger and aggression would seep through. All the time she had for it to build up while she was biting her tongue and keeping herself in line, a battle once in a while was good to get the anger out. Poor bastard for that he was the victim of this underlying anger and agression. Thud. It was a solid hit, skull to skull. For a moment the world spun as Akroma fought her mind to get back to the battle. Her flesh was being ripped away upon her crest while she was in her dazed phase. She could hear as he continued to move but her optics couldn’t quite focus yet a to where he was located or what he was doing. She tucked her dial away from him in case he was going for another head shot- she needed to protect herself from another shot to the head until she regained herself completely. Another sensation of pain shot through her bodice, this time pin pointing on the shoulder. Anger flashed through her façade as Akroma quickly came back to the world before her. Duo colored orbs landed on the bastard in time to watch his forelimb buckle and his bodice fell forward. Not much of a graceful escape from his attack but she had a feeling he wasn’t going for the gracefulness of a ballerina. However the buckling forelimb did give Akroma enough of a hint to know what she needed to know in order for her next attack to work.

Equal sized brute made his exit away from the tussle. Akroma shook her skull, ebon locks glued to the front of her façade. Her cranium throbbed but at least her mind was fully back and the Queen was pissed now. The fire that was lit beneath her ass earlier had just gotten a gallon of gasoline poured on it. She had one more attack and the Queen was going to make this one count, the two toned opponent would remember his battle with the new Dark Queen. He now faced her, that creepy smile plastered upon his façade. Those under Carnevale Letale really were twisted in the head. Did they honestly not expect the Royals to do something? You can’t continue to be rebels and not be penalized. They were lucky that Incognito had not ordered to have them killed- which at this moment Akroma wouldn’t mind. There was punishment for those that went against the grain. Sure Incognito may have started the war with the Royals and Carnevale Letale but it would’ve happened sooner or later. Might as well deal with rebels now, although Akroma still found herself furious for not being consulted first.

It was the left side of his bodice that was injured, so naturally the opponent would think that would be the side that their challenger would go for. Wrong. If he was hurting on her left forelimb then she was going to go for his right side- make him side step onto it and use or depend on it to move. It should give in, make him slip up and hopefully at that moment Akroma would be able to land a killer hit that mattered. A game ender would be nice. Deep breath was taken in and then caught short, where he had gotten her earlier was now a sharp pain. Perhaps a rib out of place or bruising? Sixteen point two hand wench could get past it however. The pain was not enough to make her slow down or go easy. With the amount of adrenaline and endorphins running through her system at this moment it was hard to believe she even felt anything at all.

Front daggers pawed towards the frozen lithosphere a couple of strikes. She was testing the shoulder where he had made connection earlier. The muscles at first were wound up and taught, but the Queen managed to get the knot worked out a bit and warmed up- all she needed was blood movement through the muscle. Akroma returned his twisted little smile before the muscles beneath her semi leopard, overo bodice sprung her forward. Once again her lengthy striding had gotten the Queen upon him fast. At the last couple strides lethal daggers dug into the ground and threw her bodice to her left so she was placed upon his right side. A small little detour in her attack. With another push of her powerful haunch muscles Akroma now made her attack. A rather difficult sweep that could bring his bodice to the now, blood stained, pink powder beneath them. Her chest was aimed to hit square in this shoulder as her right limb extended in front of his chest as she attempted to reach around and curl her limb around his left forelimb- which could cause it to buckle and get rid of his post. Ivories aimed to grasp his mid crest section- if was the beefiest and it would give her the most amount to hold onto. If successful then with her ramming her chest into his shoulder his balance should be knocked off and placed over to that left forelimb. However she would be reaching around and attempting to take that post away in hopes that his two toned bodice would go crashing to the Earth beneath them. Just him falling to the Earth could cause injuries all on its own. When larger horses fell they usually fell hard and quite often ribs took the brunt of it. On top of his own weight falling towards the Earth Akroma’s too could be right on top of him if her take down were to be successful. As she went to move away from her attack she sent hind limb flying- this time putting lethal power behind it. Her aim was for his jaw. It would be a brutal blow to take and could possibly break his jaw or even knock him out, but she would have to hope she landed it first before she saw what kind of damage she might have done.

However the uniquely colored wench never stayed around in one zone too long. Immediately she went to put space between them, prepared for a rushed attack in case he tried to do so again. Her head still throbbed and the rib towards the back of her rib cage was hurting, not to mention the many lacerations that covered her bodice but she knew the pain would only be temporary. It was a small price to pay to keep the King at home and for the treason bastards to learn their lesson not to mess with the new Dark Queen.



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Tag; A z z y
ooc' Sorry it's so blah :/

Name- Akroma
Breed- Sugarbush x Spotted Draft x Quarab
Age- 4
Gender- Mare
Height- 16.2hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 76%

Terms; 3 hits, 1 dodge, 3 days to reply, no word limit. Winner gets Incognito.

Hits:
1.) Attacked him from the side. Left dagger going to dislocate his shoulder, right to tear the skin in his armpit meanwhile she is grabbing the top of his neck to hopefully tear a piece of chunk vertically downward.

2.) Came at him from a front angle. Attempted to either hit him in the eye or slice right above hoping it will interfere with his vision. Also could hit the soft part of his dial. Attempted to grab his windpipe. Attempted to slice at his chest hoping to make contact with his shoulder once again from the frontal view.

3.) Attempted to sweep him (knock him to the ground) and then a powerful kick towards his jaw

Dodges:
1 left

TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

[A z z y]

Vladislav sprung from the mulch that the ground had now became, a mixture of ice and natural debris had now caused the ground below to turn to a sort of slush, something possibly more dangerous than the ice. Her words caught in his lobes, echoing around his atlas for a moment before a harsh laughter erupted from within his larynx, shaking his ribs as he turned to face her, his malachite jewels ablaze in their bony incarcerations, hot blood still tricking around his void. "Not the slightest idea? My dear, it is you who has walked blindly into a position you cannot handle. Your supposed king is in love with another, he fell apart that day. Alas, maybe I was wrong. Maybe you are his crutch. Does it give you comfort at night to know you are little but an object to him? A means to an end?" his words rippled out like pus from a wound, his body ready for her next move. Bone and champagne hued canvas turned to her as suddenly as he caught the approaches of her speedy footfalls, the squelches counted in her ascent, one, two, then she was upon him, her body wrapping around him like a snake, pulling his legs from under him, forcing her weight down onto him. The dull throb in his shoulder became the burning sensation, the stinging climax of an elastic band about to snap. He had two options, hold her off and snap whatever was left of the tendon, or give in below her. Vladislav felt his metacarpus joint fold below him, his knees landing on the pulp that was their battleground with a muffled thud, his knees taught as he landed, the skin splitting and tearing, an audible noise like that of ripped paper. The weight of her mass lifted suddenly, his mind alight with what was coming next. Pushing himself off the topography with a sudden haste, the leviathan swung his skull heaven bound, easily avoiding her blow as her daggers met with nothing apart from the oxygen itself. Running his tongue against the back of his teeth, he silently watched her move away, his emerald voids remaining on her, calculating her weaknesses. All the wounds he had landed were superficial, enough to leave a nasty scar but nothing that would remind her of the battle in the depths of winter when the cold ate at her joints, seizing them up and riddling her with arthritis. He had to leave a mark, had to keep his face in her mind when she slept soundly alongside the failure of a king. A low snarl rippled past him as he shifted his mass back onto his hind pillars, feeling the mud absorbed his weight as he struck at the air with his left limb, striking at it, cutting it, the hot reminder of blood returned to the deprived muscle, the sensation returning before landing sweetly into the sodden lithosphere, mocha stained water flung against his pelt like cold coffee, staining the small ivory flecks that remained. Inhaling steadily, he pulled his chin to his chest, strong boa arched with a dull throb as he took several paces back. This was it for him, his first test as the beta of Carnevale Letale...battling the dark queen herself. The war would be a long one, many lives would be lost and many would fall at the hands of those who needed to remain strong in the face of opposition. Champagne tresses clung to his blood stained nape, holding on for his final act of brutality against the monarch. Pushing off his powerful hind pistons, his body moved like a fine tuned machine towards her, his body ready like dominoes, the blows he would aim to deliver a carefully calculated series of events. Vladislav was upon her within seconds, his enamels swung towards her poll, aiming to clamp down on her audit, to pull the cartilage lobe straight off her skull. The force of his jaws closing was enough to make him question his aim, his own blood tainted his taste buds, alas, he could not distinguish if he had been successful in mutilating the queen and so continued. This time, he took a step back to gather his balance and aid in momentum, this time his blood stained calcified bones aimed just behind from his initial attack, aiming to crush the ligaments that held her top line in place, that gave her that elegant definition would be severed. Vladislav had retained some knowledge from his grandfather, the vivid images of his teeth sinking into the nape of one of his subjects, leaving her disfigured and partially crippled stuck with him through out. Leaving her side, he spun deftly on his hocks, despite the dull ache in his shoulder, he swung his skull between his forelimbs, his mass resting on the two fore daggers that had successfully found grip in the pulp that they stood in, the mixture of blood, foliage and melted snow finally working in his favor. Pulling his hind limbs together, he threw them both towards her, the first aimed at her own shoulder, as soon as they landed he pushed them back at her, this time at her knee joint, the force alone could cut skin at the very least, potentially breaking the joint itself. Pulling his hind limbs under him, the demon pushed away from her, kicking back dirt towards her frame. Turning to face her, he allowed a laugh to escape him, his malachite optics rolling off her. The damage to them both would haunt them physically for months to come, his shoulder already seizing up in the cold morning air, his dagger resting on its point to alleviate the pain that was beginning to bubble and brew within him. The mess they had created was only the calm before the storm, the young leviathan was born into this realm and should he have been given a choice on sides, he still would stand where he stood right now. The blood shed was the promise of a rain storm, a malstrom in which all who dared oppose them would be sodden in the blood of their own. raising his dial, he looked at her with a burning darkness he had not cast on many, a deep loathing below the jade stained globules. "Your reign ends here, majesty. For we are the wolves within the shadows, you are the lambs who do little but steal our oxygen whilst we feed on what you love. Call an optimist precious, whether you win or lose, your king is still dead inside." words; 1104 tag; ; Zohyd// & Akroma notes; <3 good luck Name- Vladislav Breed- American Saddlebred x Morgan x Irish Draught x Anglo Arabian x Percheron x Shire x Andalusian x Holstien x Lusitano x Hanoverian Age- 6 Gender- Stallion Height- 16.2hh Alliance- Dark Health- 60% Terms; 3 hits, 1 dodge, 3 days to reply, no word limit. Winner gets Incognito. Injuries 1. Sustained a dislocated shoulder which will cause him to limp for the remainder of the battle, torn flesh of his armpit and deep laceration to crest. 2. Broken orbital bone above his eye, superficial laceration to his jugular, damaged muscle in lower neck/shoulder. Received bruising to his lower jaw from her kick. 3. Was forced to the ground, split both knees, deeply but not to the bone. Hits 1. Struck at Akroma's belly, aiming to slice her diagonally as he turned his body, then sending his hind limbs in a kick aimed at her lower jaw in an attempt to break it. 2. Aimed at her lower rib cage as she reared at him, aimed to stun/daze her by throwing his skull at hers, attempted to pull at her crest to inflict similar injuries to his own and then finally threw a blow to her facial area, with no real intention just a warning. 3. Charged at her, reared up and aimed to rip her ear off, then aimed to bite down on her poll and sever the ligaments below in order to cause issues with movement and compromise her top line, affecting her back, movements and balance. He then spun and aimed two kicks, one at her shoulder in order to bruise/cut/severely damage the muscle, the second kick aimed at her knee joint in order to break it or sever tendons. Dodges 1. Avoided her previous kick to the face by raising his skull out of her reach.

[Zohyd//]

angel of wrath

{don't underestimate a lady with manners}

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As he clamped down on her on audit Akroma quickly tore her dial away. While her audit is still attached it has been skinned of it's hair and the base is bleeding profusely from a deep laceration. While she was pulling away she managed to dodge his second attack all together, not allowing him to grab the area by her poll. However his third attack was a direct hit. He struck her square in the shoulder which knotted up immediately and a hit to the knee causing it to get a hairline fracture that will make her limp for about a month.



This may now be judged staff <3

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Tag; A z z y
ooc' Good luck deary <3 was fun roleplaying this out with you!

Name- Akroma
Breed- Sugarbush x Spotted Draft x Quarab
Age- 4
Gender- Mare
Height- 16.2hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 58%

Terms; 3 hits, 1 dodge, 3 days to reply, no word limit. Winner gets Incognito.

Hits:
1.) Attacked him from the side. Left dagger going to dislocate his shoulder, right to tear the skin in his armpit meanwhile she is grabbing the top of his neck to hopefully tear a piece of chunk vertically downward.

2.) Came at him from a front angle. Attempted to either hit him in the eye or slice right above hoping it will interfere with his vision. Also could hit the soft part of his dial. Attempted to grab his windpipe. Attempted to slice at his chest hoping to make contact with his shoulder once again from the frontal view.

3.) Attempted to sweep him (knock him to the ground) and then a powerful kick towards his jaw

Dodges:
0

TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

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I will tally.
Waiting on judge collection: No
Judge 1 Collection: DONE
Judge 2 Collection: DONE
Judge 3 Collection: DONE
Tally-ing Scores: yes - results are coming-

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Roleplayer & Character: Zohyd// with Akroma
Quality over Quantity: 15
Comments:
- 1600 word post, and every word of it was pure quality. Excellent.
- I really enjoyed reading Akroma's thoughts and movements. It is written very clearly and in good English.
- Very long posts, but interesting reads
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
- She made sure not to attack the character fullout, and let the other roleplayer decide whether the attack landed.
- None that I could find
- None that I noticed
Realism of Attack: 14,5
Comments:
- Most horses kick/rear at the beginning of a battle then begin nipping and intensifying hits. She did so.
- They were all good executed attacks. They were described in detail, but she didn't stray away from the subject. Short but powerful.
- Many attacks seemed drawn out and should have counted for more than just one, in my opinion. However, they were realistic
Attack Compared to Opponent: 15
Comments:
- Her attacks are extremely well thought/planned out.
- Her attacks were better detailed than the opponent's
- I feel like your attacks were better described and also better to understand. It wasn't too short, but also not too detailed. It was comfortable to read.
Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
- All completed.
- Completed every post
- Completed
Spelling and Grammar:13
Comments:
- Excellent vocab, she makes sure to use a high ordered vocab
-Some minor spelling errors (like then instead of than), nothing serious.
- Lack of punctuation, run-on sentences, and some spelling and grammar errors

Total score: 87.5

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Roleplayer & Character: A z z y with Vladislav
Quality over Quantity: 15
Comments:
- Her post flowed really nicely
- Everything was written about the battle, because of the gladiator style. I really enjoyed reading a fast but harsh battle. No useless events described, everything was to the point.
- Good length and quality
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
- None that I noticed
- None that I could find
- None.
Realism of Attack: 14,5
Comments:
- Again, they portrayed how real horses would fight. Good.
- Attacks seemed realistic to me. It wasn't overdone.
- Many attacks were drawn out and seemed like they should have counted for more than just one attack. However, they were realistic
Attack Compared to Opponent: 13,5
Comments:
- I feel like the attacks were a little too rushed/not thought out as well.
- Sometimes there were so many words that didn't have to be there, like replacements for eye, nose, ears, neck etc. That it distracted from the attacks itself. Akroma was better to understand.
- I felt that the attacks needed more detail and clarity
Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
- Completed
- Completed.
- Completed every post
Spelling and Grammar:13,5
Comments:
- Run-on sentences and some spelling and grammar errors
- Some minor sentence errors and spelling mistakes. Nothing serious.
- Holy crap all I can say is your grammar is amazing. Excellent!

Total score: 86,5




CONGRATS TO ZOHYD for winning this very close fight.