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Post by aliyaah on Mar 21, 2014 15:27:08 GMT -7
The damp air from the past storm has swiftly disappeared. Instead, the terrain made a quick transition from the chillier weather to that of a more scorching side. Everything has dried out. What foliage is available is brittle, and crunches beneath the hooves of any equines. The sun is intense. Gazing towards the horizon you can see thermals rising from the hard ground. Being in the direct sunlight for mere moments will cause easy perspiration, and it will be difficult to exert oneself considering the heat. Three days to reply. No posts over 1000 words. Post previous injuries and how many losses that they have.
@horsehuggr with Skindred will post first followed by @halo with Dimitri.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2014 16:11:21 GMT -7
@horsehuggr dimitri is a fill in horse, so i made up these injuries for him. let me know if they're alright <3
01. bleeding laceration down the right side of his cheek/nape.
02. chunk of flesh missing from his withers.
03. severely swollen right foreleg, causing a limp.
04. bruised in his right rib cage.
05. bite marks along his larynx, bleeding profusely from being attacked twice.
06. gashes along his flanks that are bleeding.
07. chunk missing from his left ear.
0.8 bruising along his chest.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2014 16:34:38 GMT -7
The air had previously been quite damp when she had exited the coliseum after round six. There was no lying about how exhausted she was. Her hide held many lacerations, some deeper then others. Her previous injuries had hardly had any time to heal before becoming aggravated once again but there wasn't much she could do to avoid it. Her left hind hock was tightening up on her and she had tried stretching it out, although putting a lot of weight on it had caused her a good deal of pain. Skindred had only had so much time to go off to her own secluded area to soak her wounds and try to rest until the next round. She had heard a rumor that she would be battling a stallion known as Dimitri; she had no idea who he was and she was pretty certain he hadn't been in the earlier rounds of battle, or at least she supposed. Her underbelly stung mercilessly with the incision that had landed there and her neck had also become stiff and sore. The newest chunk of skin that had been pried free was close to her crest causing waves of pain whenever she attempted to lift her skull too high into the air. This would be a slight hindrance for her in the next round but by this point she was so accustomed to her skin being bitten and ripped that she wasn't sure she even cared anymore. Perhaps she deserved to go through all of this physical pain, after all it wasn't as though her mate actually cared about her. She was out here fighting for herself, and for her home. That was it. No more then twenty minutes had passed before her time had come again. She let out a slow breath of air before striding forward, her left hind still obviously being favored. Every bit of dampness in the air had subsided completely and in it's place was a scorching amount of heat! Instantly she felt beads of sweat arise on her mahogany bay hide, and her previous wounds both itched and burned in response. Her long ebony tassel swiped her flanks much like a feline as she moved into the center of the terrain. Dry foliage crackled beneath her hooves and her sharp, lavender occuli scanned her surroundings. There were only two other equines battling a good distance away which meant that the tournament was finally coming to a close.
Skindred was so close to the end, she could see it and practically taste it! She wouldn't let this get to her head though, oh no. She inhaled slow breaths of the stagnant air and waited patiently for her nemesis to arrive, and not long after she searched she found him. Even from the space between them she could tell that there was a bit of a height difference but this did not sway her in any way. Her fractured rib seemed to act up occasionally the quicker her breaths came and she mentally reminded herself to relax. Although this behemoth was probably a good deal fresher then her she wouldn't let that affect her ways of thinking. This just meant for more areas for her to target; she would make him her canvas. Testing the foreground she leapt forward, her left hock being slightly lifted as she approached the stallion at a mild canter. The heat was staggering and her breath seemed to come harsher with the effort of keeping her stamina, but she knew she had to focus! Lavender occuli were focused on only one point of the behemoth's body, his shoulder. Front hooves lashed out as she aimed to hit him directly in his shoulder blade, this was in hopes of dislocating it and evening the score a bit. As her hooves were coming back down to the ground she intended on slicing him diagonally across his armpit, directly in his girth area. This attempt was rather quick of course and she bared her ivories as she snapped at his sensitive underbelly as well; if her other attack had failed she would use this as a back up. Just as soon as she was beside him she was gone, dancing away from him and putting space between them. The hanoverian wench was panting steadily with the onslaught of heat and her wounds were seeping blood and sweat. Her whole body was itchy from the heat but it couldn't be avoided, especially when so much of this battle remained. All Skindred could do was wait for his retaliation and she expected it would be a good one.
Name• Skindred Breed• Hanoverian Age• 7 years Gender• Mare Height• 17.2 hands Alliance• Dark Mental Health• 100% Physical Health• 35% Record• 5-1 Hits• oo1. Aimed with her front hooves to dislocate his left shoulder, while her hooves were coming back down she also attempted to slice him in his armpit to give him a diagonal laceration across his girth area. oo2. Snapped at his underbelly in hopes of grabbing some skin and tearing it. 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. Round oo6. Large gash on her underbelly on the left side which is bleeding steadily and burns with movement. Large three inch gash beneath her right eye from his hooves slicing her there and a Hefty chunk of skin has been ripped from the right side of her neck. Tagged• @halo with Dimitri Notes• I wasn't sure what injuries he had since he hadn't been fought yet so I just went with it plus I didn't see your post with the injuries til after I made this lol those injuries are perfect though xD Word Count• 773 (without codes)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2014 16:57:29 GMT -7
Inner cranium pounded, inundated with indications of pain from all aspects of his form. Breaths came out ragged, his diaphragm fighting against the ache dominating his bruised side. It was callous, how these competitions ran and stirred so much importance among the dark alliance folk, having the majority, if not all of the athletes of the dark alliance. Perhaps it was because vehement behaviour was farmed into the offspring who were birthed in the harems which oriented round the notion of violence, or perchance they all were contaminated with stupidity. Either way, Dimitri failed to recognize how he had allowed himself to be hauled into such immoral events, but here he was, competing with every ounce of strength that remained in his disfigured physique. Pain shot through the right frontal pillar as he strode to the meeting point, early of course. Cranium dropped ever so slightly to observe the damage that had been inflicted onto him by past battles, the muscular stilt was protruding with an itching swelling; the more the gladiator concentrated on the grievance the more irritated it grew. An exasperated sigh slipped out the fleshy orifices as he continued to his destination, avoiding the task of confronting his mutilations that were scattered across the surface area of his anatomy.
The terminus loomed before him hauntingly, the temperature only worsening the brutality that was inevitable. The storm that had conquered the skies only hours before had long passed and was traded with the likes of a scorching ball of fire that materialized above the division, burning every exposed surface with ferocity. Silence consumed the brute – the motivation of speaking had long left him as he pushed through the dry terrain, the heft of his hooves crushing the debris that scattered the place. Skull twitched, casting his forelock away from his dial as along his nape, reaching just shy of the beginning stitch to his facial wound. Right hark twitched to grasp onto any sounds, the feature having to work twice as hard as his left auricle was no longer operational. Each inhale brought forth more than just oxygen, the gas was paired with a stab of pain from his flanks and larynx, some wounds still fresh as he waltzed towards his succeeding combat.
His opponent had been rumored to be female, which on any consistent occurrence, the devil would be opposed to such violence – but giving the circumstances he had no alternative but to participate in the goings-on. In a sense he was being equated to the sickening act that had haunted his childhood for so long – murder, apart from the fact that Dimitri would never get lost in a rage, his composure and self-collection was something he had permanently carried with high-esteem. Dreadlocks mingled behind him, the moisture of his blood leaking from his withers onto singular strands, which merged the masses once more, sticking them together and developing clusters of grey. Nape doubled on itself, allowing his teal peripherals to survey the majority of his harms, for most part, there was skin missing everywhere – other than that, the damage was minimal. Skin…what could that word possibly remind him of? Skindred. The name of his opponent, he hadn't seen much of her – if any at all, but he had passed prior rounds, perhaps she had been partaking in one.
As shoulder rotations steadily grew to an end, Dimitri took the time to survey the surroundings that graced the battle. The sun seared down onto him, the intensity forcing beads of secretion to form almost instantly along the contours of his body, the salty solution dripping into his open wounds and irritating them. Larynx seared painfully, triggering the dull colored brute to snort in discomfort, somehow releasing some of the anger he didn’t identify was overwhelming him; something about the heat was bothered him, the air he did manage to inhale did nothing but irritate his internals. Miniature puddles of crimson fluid beautified the terrain beneath him, the blood being the only liquid for miles.
With thoughts captivating his attention span, Dimitri failed to completely register the distant clatter of hooves approaching him. Only when she was practically on top of him did Dimitri find his body moving in reaction; overly sized physique had little room to maneuver, but managed to side-step marginally, causing her iron to attack just shy of his shoulder blade, digging into his skin and dragging down his girth. Additionally, the harlot managed to gain access to his delicate underbelly, pulling with her a chunk of his flesh. Rotating to counter-act her outbreak, Dimitri shifted his weight off the ride side, having the swollen leg , bruised sides and now the shoulder blade supports a gaping wound, the devil watched her dance away just out of his striking range. New gushes of sweat flowed down his side, hitting the new wound and associating with the blood to form a runny concoction; biting down hard on his tongue, Dimitri refused to offer her the reaction she would be seeking for. As an alternative, Dimitri utilized his bothersome behavior and spun it into temper. Leaving barely a moment’s notice to observe her weak points, the brute pushed himself, lunging forward; fangs targeted her larynx with intentions of ripping her vocal chords, or at least maim her significantly. As he pulled away, the brute aimed his left iron at her side, anticipating fracturing her ribs or at least cutting into her flesh.
Name- Dimitri Breed- Percheron x Georgian Grande Age- Five Gender- xy Height- Eighteen hands high Alliance- Dark Health- Mental- 100% Physical- 45% Injuries- 01. bleeding laceration down the right side of his cheek/nape. 02. chunk of flesh missing from his withers. 03. extremely swollen right foreleg, causing a limp. 04. bruised in his right rib cage. 05. bite marks along his larynx, bleeding profusely from being attacked twice. 06. gashes along his flanks that are bleeding. 07. chunk missing from his left ear. 08. bruising along his chest. 09. long gash down his girth, bleeding heavily 10. chunk of skin bitten out of his underbelly Word Count- 913 Notes- i kind of want to love skindred now o.o sorry i was fixing the form <3 Tagged- @horsehuggr with skindred
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2014 4:40:37 GMT -7
The weight of the stagnant air was staggering and she found herself panting even when she wasn't trying to. It was unbearably hot - all former signs of cold gone without a trace. Small beads of sweat continuously rolled off of her curvaceous bodice in steady streams as she contemplated Dimitri's counter attacks. Would he play to the bit of height difference between them or simply target her previous injuries? It seemed that even when she was practically upon him he hadn't noticed, but unfortunately when he finally did he transitioned out of the way, although her hooves did manage to slice into his girth area. Not only had she given him a good laceration but she was able to grab the sensitive skin of his underbelly. She herself had a rather annoying laceration on her underbelly and she knew that this would probably affect him just as much as it had affected her. Skindred had managed to put a good bit of space between them but it wasn't long before he was closing that gap. She had anticipated him to aim for her hind hock, but instead he swung his hooves in the direction of her ribcage. Slender appendages moved her bodice forward only to feel his hooves slam into her already fractured ribcage! Biting down on her tongue to avoid gasping for air she tried to catch her breath, meanwhile spots of color danced before her eyes. It was while she was fumbling for air that the brute managed to grab a good hold of her throat latch, though not for long! As much as this already hurt her to keep her head raised she quickly lurched upward; while doing so she sent her left front piston sharply toward his jaw to give him a good uppercut and hopefully make him loosen his grip. This wasn't guaranteed however and she decidedly put matters into her own hooves. They were so close to one another, breathing the same air as they gazed into each other's faces like long lost lovers. It was then that she graced him with a beautiful smirk before aggressively wrenching her body backwards, leaving with him a good portion of her skin. She staggered away from him, blood pouring from this new neck wound. It was dizzying how much liquid seeped from the wound and it seemed she was sweating even more. She gasped for air and was pleasantly surprised that her windpipe hadn't been permanently injured in the process, but she had a good sized wound that was giving her one hell of a hard time.
Seconds ticked by and she was finally able to pull herself together. She needed this win not only for herself but for her babies. She needed to ensure that they would be safe for quite awhile, and hopefully being "awarded handsomely" would entail guaranteed safety for her kids. Love was fool hardy, you could only count on yourself these days and that was what she intended to do. Swinging her body around she came back to Dimitri, this time she aimed to collide with the brute's left side and try to force him to put weight on that injured fore piston she had noticed earlier. Perhaps if she was lucky it would buckle beneath his weight and hers combined! Her ivories snapped at his facade during this process, hoping to grasp skin anywhere on his face. Briefly she lifted herself off the ground then and aimed her fore pistons at his left eye, hoping that if she should cause a laceration or something more it would hinder his eyesight. Even if it was just blood running down his face that would change the field a bit. It seemed that her own claret was painting his silvery hued hide red as she leaned against him and she danced away yet again, only to feel the extreme pain that radiated from her ribcage. She pulled to an abrupt halt, her sides aching and burning. She could feel the steady pulsating in her side and although the bleeding from her neck had slowed it was still steady. She was going to damn near kill herself in this tournament but she didn't care. She had to try her best, if she didn't then she would not only be failing herself but her family as well. Skindred would not allow Dimitri to be self satisfied though, so even as much as it pained her she held her crown high. Her neck continued to seep crimson but she didn't care! It did not matter how much you beat her down, she would never be broken.
Name• Skindred Breed• Hanoverian Age• 7 years Gender• Mare Height• 17.2 hands Alliance• Dark Mental Health• 100% Physical Health• 30% Record• 5-1 Hits• oo1. Aimed with her front hooves to dislocate his left shoulder, while her hooves were coming back down she also attempted to slice him in his armpit to give him a diagonal laceration across his girth area. oo2. Snapped at his underbelly in hopes of grabbing some skin and tearing it. oo3. Brought her left front leg up quickly to uppercut him in his jaw to try to get him to loosen his grip. oo4. Collided with his left side in hopes of trying to force him to put weight on his injured right front. If so hopefully it would buckle beneath him causing severe pain or even a hairline fracture. oo5. Snapped at his face in an attempt to grab skin and then sent her fore pistons toward his left eye in hopes of popping him there or causing a laceration above it to help hinder his vision. 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. Round oo6. Large gash on her underbelly on the left side which is bleeding steadily and burns with movement. Large three inch gash beneath her right eye from his hooves slicing her there and a Hefty chunk of skin has been ripped from the right side of her neck. oo1. Another fractured rib on her left side which is causing her severe pain with rushed movements. oo2. A hefty chunk of her skin has been pried free on her throat latch and is bleeding steadily, causing dizziness and pain whenever moving her neck. Tagged• @halo with Dimitri Notes• She's a flirt even in battle lol aside from this we should thread them again sometime xD Word Count• 776 (without codes)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2014 0:50:34 GMT -7
Streaks of blood from the gash topping his cranium poured into his peripherals, obstructing his vision of the mahogany hued vixen before him. The bay damsel’s vision was beautified with smears of blood as he focused on her, slightly disenchanted that he was being subjected to causing her detriment. As equals, both contents were visibly moments from crumpling due to the infliction of grievances, however neither would be the first to fall. Forfeiting was adjacent to murder in the sunless devil’s books, both were acts that deserve pity and from the demeanor of this Skindred lass. Although his present intentions were to harm her, Dimitri was competent enough to recognize their resemblances and see his own attributes concealed beneath her ferocious exterior, granting their variances were just as apparent. Girths stung from the salinity in his perspiration, aggravated further from the humidity of the sun, forcing the brute to grimace uncomfortably – yearning for the medicinal salt waters to rectify his wounds and instigate the remedial process. Lungs shrieked for oxygen and larynx struggled to provide an adequate amount, but the scorching breeze made it problematic, compelling the hellion to discard the discomfort and gulp the few specks of renewed air that he could inhale.
Silvery pelt no longer held its shine, as the concoction of perspiration and blood continued to mingle, sticking in some places and trailing to its end in others. Buzzing heat particles traveled to the very rear of his esophagus, tickling the sensitive hairs and forcing the brute it cough it back up, minuscule droplets of blood accompanying the desiccated saliva as they tarnished the floor with delicate spots. Underbelly screamed in protest of each movement as he trod forwards, teal visionaries fixated intensely on his victim, her body falling only inches beneath his own. Behind the facade of a war goddess, Dimitri supposed he could depict an angel, her guise doing no justice to the temptress that veiled itself. In a masochistic way, her aesthetics were striking, paired with a fierce attitude would make her an irresistible vigor, ‘twas a shame that her pride would soon be unraveled layer by layer as he claimed triumph. Ivories latched onto the portion of membrane protecting her gullet, freeing his hold only when the lady rolled upwards and hooked her ivories onto the bone structure that shaped his cranium. The thud re-vibrated throughout the entirety of his skull, shocking even the central tenderness of his intellect. Grunting in protest, Dimitri briefly connected eyesight with her as she sanctified him with her elegant grin.
Momentarily dazed by the sociable gesture, Dimitri dropped his guard, slackening his grasp on her. The vixen took full advantage of this, throwing herself away from him, leaving him with only the reminiscence of her smile and a small portion of her meat, blood splattered from the new wound, tentatively splashing against his pale exterior, fraternizing with his own. It appeared that the damsel was aware of her lithe form and appeared to be utilizing such features to her full advantage, swinging the entirety around before he could scarcely recoil. The power thrown into her kick was enough to impose him into pacing backwards, placing pressure on the already damaged right side. Agony was voiced as the devil felt a grunt rumble from the bass of his chest and pass over his laburnums, staggering sideways. Unfortunately, her attack had not been finalized, and from the blood already gushing, Dimitri failed to witness Skindred’s tiara advancing towards his face, her cavities making contact with his cheek, pulling away with her a good hunk of his flesh. Grinding his teeth toward, Dimitri disregarded the pain, instead using his remaining energy to pull back and avoid her next effort at an spasm.
Now only feet apart, Dimitri took advantage of the lack of distance. Diving forward, baring his left frontal dagger, aiming for the wound he had just inflicted, anticipating tearing further into the scar. The act was quick as Dimitri danced away from her, chest buckling over and body aching from the extra workout, Dimitri had been fit before, but after a few more rounds like this, there was no doubt his form would be either peaking or demolished. Last ounces of energy were used to leaver his cranium up, casting the teal peripherals in her direction, offering her the quickest of winks. The hellion fought to communicate, but only after a few attempts did his aperture and brain joined forces and allowed his to emit very few words;”Well, that wasn't bad for a first date.”
Name- Dimitri Breed- Percheron x Georgian Grande Age- Five Gender- Stallion Height- 18 hands Alliance- Dark Health- Mental; 100% Physical; 28% Injuries- 01. bleeding laceration down the right side of his cheek/nape 02. chunk of flesh missing from his withers 03. extremely swollen right foreleg, causing a limp 04. bruised in his right rib cage 05. bite marks along his larynx, bleeding profusely from being attacked twice 06. gashes along his flanks that are bleeding 07. chunk missing from his left ear 08. bruising along his chest 09. long gash down his girth, bleeding heavily 10. chunk of skin bitten from his underbelly 11. minor cuts under his jaw, bruised jaw 12. right foreleg re-injured and worsened into a muscle tear 13. gashes along his cheek, missing skin and flesh, bleeding profusely Word count- 764 Notes- i really would love to see them communicate normally xD [sorry it took a while] Tagged- @horsehuggr with skindred
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2014 14:17:56 GMT -7
Name• Skindred Breed• Hanoverian Age• 7 years Gender• Mare Height• 17.2 hands Alliance• Dark Mental Health• 100% Physical Health• 26% Record• 5-1 Hits• oo1. Aimed with her front hooves to dislocate his left shoulder, while her hooves were coming back down she also attempted to slice him in his armpit to give him a diagonal laceration across his girth area. oo2. Snapped at his underbelly in hopes of grabbing some skin and tearing it. oo3. Brought her left front leg up quickly to uppercut him in his jaw to try to get him to loosen his grip. oo4. Collided with his left side in hopes of trying to force him to put weight on his injured right front. If so hopefully it would buckle beneath him causing severe pain or even a hairline fracture. oo5. Snapped at his face in an attempt to grab skin and then sent her fore pistons toward his left eye in hopes of popping him there or causing a laceration above it to help hinder his vision. 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. Round oo6. Large gash on her underbelly on the left side which is bleeding steadily and burns with movement. Large three inch gash beneath her right eye from his hooves slicing her there and a Hefty chunk of skin has been ripped from the right side of her neck. oo1. Another fractured rib on her left side which is causing her severe pain with rushed movements. oo2. A hefty chunk of her skin has been pried free on her throat latch and is bleeding steadily, causing dizziness and pain whenever moving her neck. oo3. Dimitri successfully ripped along her newest neck wound which is making the wound vulnerable and causing it to bleed more severely. Tagged• @halo with Dimitri Notes• Good luck dear I enjoyed threading with you!<3 Status• THIS CAN NOW BE JUDGED!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 2:05:34 GMT -7
@horsehuggr with Skindred Battle Form Completed Each Time: 10 Comments: Done No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 10 Comments: None 1000 Words Or Less: 10 Comments: 1[779] 2[781] Correct Setting: 10 Comments: Correct and detailed Realistic Attacks: 10 Comments: Well thought out attacks, described in detail and fun to read. Realistic Dodges: 10 Comments: No dodges. Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments: Good described, Also took in previous injuries in detail Spelling/Grammar: 9 Comments: Minor errors Total Score: 79
@halo with Dimitri Battle Form Completed Each Time: 9 Comments: Attacks and dodges weren't included in the info list No Powerplaying/Godmodding: 10 Comments: None 1000 Words Or Less: 10 Comments: 1[931] 2[764] Correct Setting: 10 Comments:Well described! Realistic Attacks: 10 Comments: They could've been more detailed, but well executed. Realistic Dodges: 10 Comments: No dodges Realistic Injuries: 10 Comments: Well described, especially how blood and sweat mixed Spelling/Grammar: 9 Comments: Minor errors Total Score: 78
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2014 2:16:53 GMT -7
aw we were so close too congrats @horsehuggr, good job -snuggles-
thankyou so much @cats <3 congrats on getting staff to!
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