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RETH

MAY THE BRIDGES I BURN LIGHT MY WAY
ISOLATED IN DEFIANCE, I WILL REMAIN

The sun was high in the sky by the time Reth made it to the Battlefield. It was a clear, crisp day, typical of the transition from winter to spring. The Queen of Dark Woods strode proudly into these familiar grounds, her head held high and with an air of confidence. She had seen two victories here, and she could taste her own determination to continue that streak. This time, her mind felt infinitely clearer than it had been the last time, when she had fought against Milton. The last time, her father's death had clung to her like a spider web, and had caused her to be distracted at the most important part - the beginning. The wound she'd received due to her lack of focus had scarred heavily and was now the most prominent of her collection. Though she was experienced at this now, she still felt threads of nervousness clinging to her. Even the most experienced could blanch at the prospect of a battle, especially if there was much at stake. Should the battle not sway in her favor, Reth was the one with something to lose. Then I will not lose. Her blackened gaze was steady and focused as she continued on, this time taking into account the various terrains that passed her by. This stallion would not be so lucky as Milton had been. Reth was one hundred percent healthy for this round, her body finally recovered from birthing twins, and her mind finally beginning to accept her father's death. Lateralus was buried in the ground next to the love of his life, in the heart of the lands he'd lived and ruled. Peace be with you, father. She thought, her heart aching.

Despite the ache at his loss, it was not difficult for her to cast aside her emotions for the time being. As traumatized as she'd been previously, the effects of anxiety had faded, and she was as logical and calculating as she'd ever been. As Queen, it was her duty to protect the herd at any cost, and it was a vow she had made at the last herd meeting. Their protection was her number one priority. This stallion - Contagion - was threatening her herd by challenging her right to rule. Perhaps he would be a good leader, and perhaps not. It was not Reth's place to judge. It was her place to show Contagion that she would not back off so easily. Dark Woods had occupied a place amongst the Dark lands for decades, and that would not change now. It would not even change should Reth lose. She had to exercise the possibility, and she had determined that the herd would relocate to a subherd, at least until she'd healed enough to issue another challenge. And it also did not necessarily have to be against this stallion. Reth was a proud warrior Queen, but she knew honor. If Contagion beat her in a battle, it was his right to own the land.

Reth finally stopped at a cleared path near the entrance of the Battlefield. This particular terrain was free and clear of debris and obstacles. Should she get the choice, she would always pick this type. That way, victory would be determined by the skills of the fighters, not the difficult terrain. Now that it was decided, Reth stopped and waited. On the inside, she was boiling with impatience to start the battle. On the outside, however, her facial expression betrayed nothing. Emotions were nothing but weakness in a fight. Strategy was a far more important prospect to focus on. Reth knew nothing about Contagion save for his name. His origins were a mystery to her. If he was someone important, the gossip had never reached her ears. However, it did not matter who he was. An opponent was an opponent, and she would treat any of them the same. As it was, Reth felt no abhorrence toward Contagion. Hatred was beyond her capability to feel. She couldn't say the same for him, but she only hoped that Contagion had brought some form of experience with him. Reth had no concept of taking it easy, and he was in for an uphill struggle if he had never fought before. Reth would always take every fight as a learning experience and a way to improve.

Name- Reth
Breed- Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Appendix Quarter Horse
Age- Eight
Gender- Female
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Unallianced
Health- 100% physically - 100% mentally
Terms- Two hits, no dodges, three days to reply, winner gets the territory of Dark Woods.

Hits- one two
Dodges- ---
Attacks- None
Injuries- None

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notes none
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Name- Contagion
Breed- Lustiano x Quarab x Boulannais x Noriker x Paint x Mustang
Age- Three
Gender- Stallion
Height- 16hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%
Terms- Two hits, no dodges, three days to reply, winner gets the territory of Dark Woods.

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CONTAGION !

The dawning sunlight illuminated the milieu almost too luminously, peeking through the coverage of the towering timbers encircling him in blinding rays and upsetting the ivory oculus of the bronco as he ogled the encompassment that surrounded him. Contagion vividly recalled the early days of his adolescence when his mother, Narcissa, had guided him through the entire plain of Wild Equines alongside his twin. She’d taken them to each and every portion of the terrains they could travel to and educated the pair of the on-goings within each allotment; the Battlegrounds had always stuck vibrantly within his cranium. Con could almost touch the recollection of the image, of the desert like residence that was still so very clear to him. He knew since the first day he ventured there that this would soon enough become a land he would be quite familiar with, a place where he would make himself known.

A malicious giddiness ran through his veins, vile fascination weaving itself within the warped receptors of his mindpad as Contagion meandered with the refinement and poise of an angel - yet the malicious and rather forceful presence of a devil toward his destination. Brawny appendages struck the sodden loam with excessive force as the young gladiator sauntered toward his destination, foliage ripping and tearing from the ground in response to the potency of his scythes, leaving immense crescent shaped markings upon the soil routing his travels. Con took the same method of direction from which his mother had long ago brought him when he was too young to justly brawl another. During his course of locomotion all the demented hellion could cognize within his brain were warped images of a mangled body, gore-filled snapshots of blood splattering with each hit. As Contagion pictured the scuffle in his head all that was there were two desolated figures, blurred and obscure, one him and the other his foe; though whom was who he couldn’t decipher. It played like a movie within his intellect, two beings head to head brutally attacking one another. The bright crimson that splattered off each of their bodies was more distinct to him than which embodiment belonged to which equine. Perhaps that was the intention of his thoughts, to assert the unknown.

He hadn’t ceased the contemplations of his present situation since he’d departed from Dark Woods, the territory he’d just recently challenged for; the acreage that Contagion would soon with a bit of luck possess. The duo-toned bastard had a knack at getting that which he yearned for, and he saw this arrangement as no different. The only altering point was the simple fact that he had to physically combat for what he desired, not that it made him apprehensive at all. In fact it was quite the opposite. Con was overly enthusiastic to take part in his first genuine battle. He’d been trained within The Outlands as he grew and the steed was fully efficient at handling himself. Contagion had been raised to conquer and refuse defeat… however he had yet to fully assert such capabilities upon another. Until now that was. Now was moment he’d begin his reign of sovereignty and thrust himself into the rumors that spread like wildfire throughout Wild Equines, haunt the sleeping and massacre the conscious. Or it would be the moment he’d humiliate himself and his family. The second option wasn’t acceptable to Con, and he’d attempt his best to make damn sure he came out on top at the end of this all.

A female had risen to her suitor’s side as the defender of their parcel of homeland, but it made no difference to Con whom he took down. An opponent was an opponent regardless, but gender aside he wasn’t about to underestimate any aspect of the matron he’d be set against in a matter of moments. Contagion had met her just briefly before she journeyed to the battlefields, and though he knew very little of her he distinctly remembered the arrangement of scars that adorned her bodice. Whether they were battle trophies or indications of abuse he wasn’t entirely positive, but he was never one to assume. Con was confidence with his skills, but it was unlikely his adversary expected to lose either; they both imaged their own victory, and they both strived for it.

Soon enough dirt mingled with sand beneath his feet, the line of foliage that sheltered him concluded and lead him into the open deserts of the battlegrounds. Focused orbitals scanned the proximities and Contagion quickly found himself staring down the female fighting to protect her home, standing statuesque near another chunk of the clearing. Part of him admired her courage, as it was rare for a lass to step up to the plate much like she did. However the other side of him violently imagined how all the more delectable she’d look covered within her own sanguine fluids. Con strode toward the damsel with an air of confidence that he always carried with him, cerebrum held self-assuredly though his demeanor was far from cocky. It didn’t take long for the beast to halt before her, just out of reach. His harks flickered atop his poll, listening intently to each and every noise, concentrated scrutiny locking upon her and waiting for the slightest of movements. “I respect your dedication,” his low baritones spat forth with sincere notion, however the venomous undertone in them made his merciless motives evident. “However I’m eager to see that beautiful body covered in blood.” These words were almost purred forth, taunting, egging her on in the most sadist manner. Silence lingered in the air for just a second, Contagions carcass exceptionally still until he unexpectedly lurched forward, breaking the distance between them. Well-muscled ligaments hastily pushed his physique back upon his haunches, daggers slicing the atmosphere between them as he landed - aiming his left hoof toward the sensitive under throat area of the bitch in hopes of lacerating her jugular, his right targeting directly upon the crevice in her shoulder attempting to dislocate or break the limb. As rapidly as he struck, the second he was steady upon the wasteland again he sprung forth out of striking range, turning back toward his rival, an expression of corrupted elation painted across his handsome countenance.





WORD COUNT | 1067
TAGGED | + ebonite + with Reth
MUSE | Good for my first post with him ever. (<
NOTES | Sorry it took until about last minute, life got hectic!


HITS | One Two
ATTACKS | 1) Reared, aiming his left hoof at her throat in an attempt to tear it, his right aimed to dislocate or break her shoulder.
INJURIES | None

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RETH

LIFT ME UP ABOVE THIS
THE FLAMES AND THE ASHES

Silence. Reth's breathing was the only sound that accompanied her as she awaited Contagion's arrival. The more seconds that passed, the more her impatience increased. Her weight shifted from one side to another and she started grinding her teeth. Stop. Calm down. Breathe. What is your first move? She drilled herself. She could not afford to let her impatience overwhelm her. It was dangerous. Instead, she focused on her breathing. Expanding and collapsing her lungs to their fullest capacity. Immediately she felt calmer. She'd made sure her muscles had been warmed up before she had come here. A warm-up fight against Spike, some stretching before and after, and her body felt completely ready to take on this next challenge.

Reth's gaze immediately locked onto the slightly familiar figure making its way toward her. The buckskin overo stallion was confident; she could see it from his raised crown and the way he carried himself. Whether it was cockiness or actual assurance from past experiences, Reth did not know. It was not worth dwelling on. He halted in front of her, and then began to speak, as all her opponents tended to do. 'I respect your dedication.’ He said to her. She quirked a brow in his direction. Dedication? It was her lands he was challenging, why would she not be dedicated? Perhaps it was a form of mockery or perhaps its meaning was genuine. Either way, Reth did not respond. There was no reason. Talking was a distraction. He could talk at her all he wanted and he would never get a response out of her. Her ears would be full of white noise.

'However I’m eager to see that beautiful body covered in blood.' She suppressed the urge to chuckle, though she could not halt the twitch of her lips. He wanted this fight. He was eager to see violence and create violence. Well, he would not be disappointed. It was illogical to believe that she would exit the field unharmed. He also appeared to think she was physically attractive, which had always puzzled her. Physical attraction was never a part of her thoughts, and seeing other compliment each other based on it was fascinating. This is not the time for rash observations! Her mind seethed. She gave herself a thorough shake, running her blackened gaze across his body. Mercifully, Contagion had remained entirely motionless for the few seconds before his first strike. This gave Reth the time she needed to size him up. He was well built and muscular. He had obviously not gone through life as a lazy bachelor. The muscles on his pelt had developed in part to some sort of training. Her eyes narrowed. However muscular he was, there was always parts to a horse that were vulnerable. His face, neck, legs, and underbelly were key areas.

The attack came at her while she was still strategizing. Luckily enough for her, she had been staring at Contagion, so it did not come as a great surprise. She noted that he was rather quick and that his attacks might always start out this way - with some seconds of complete stillness before motion. He came at her from the front, his legs carrying him toward her with ease. As soon as he was within reach, he reared, towering over her, his body wreathed in sunlight. Instinctively, she took several fleeting steps backward, and instead of staying on the lower, disadvantaged ground, Reth reared up to meet him. His hooves missed their intended marks, but did not miss altogether. The left hoof aimed originally for her throat instead collided with the well-muscled flesh of her upper chest. The impact alone bruised and left a sizeable tear in her skin. The right hoof aimed originally for her right shoulder instead sought a different target, that being the pit of her right arm. The flesh there tore easily under his hoof, and a spray of blood dotted the battlefield. Reth went down in a haze of agony, her teeth pressed forcefully together as she tried to block out the pain. The injured limb nearly buckled beneath her, but she managed to stay standing. The agony had brought with it the sense-enhancing hormone of adrenaline, and she watched in pristine detail how Contagion made his swift getaway.

Now, that he had fled, she took time to assess the damage. Peering down, she lifted her injured leg up to see. The cut ran across the entirety of the armpit. It was bleeding steadily, decorating her flesh in a crimson sheen. She took a couple of steps with the injured limb, trying to adjust to the pain. Unfortunately, she would have to rule out attacking with this limb unless it was absolutely necessary. Injuring herself further in order to make an attack was a rookie's mistake. The laceration on her chest was not nearly as terrible, though it was bleeding and a bruise was beginning to form invisibly on Reth's dark skin.

Reth looked up to where Contagion was, trying to think of her next attack. Dashing toward him quickly was out of the question now, but speed didn't make the battle. Instead, Reth came toward the stallion slowly. For added effect, she even started to limp. It was unnecessary of course, but Contagion did not know that. Seeing her limp might make him relax too much and therefore be unprepared when she did attack. She stopped just out of striking distance and began to circle, still limping. Let him think that she did not know what she was doing as she circled him. Outwardly, she could appear confused and injured. Inwardly, she was mentally sorting through her list of attacks. Again, she visited the leg attack. Doing the back leg first would make it easier, but she'd criticized herself for it because of the dangerous position it had put her in last time. If Milton had reacted quicker, he could have easily kicked her in the face and done some serious damage. Contagion's first attack had been enough to tell her that he was fast, and risking a facial injury was not something she wanted. So, instead, she opted for the front leg on his left side.

She was on the opposite side of Contagion as she thought this, still circling around him with her limp. Her eyes betrayed nothing as she circled to his other side. Without warning, she lunged forward, her teeth bared. She reached out, her canines grappling for the flesh on his right shoulder, hoping to tear a sizeable gash. She didn't stop there, however. She lashed out again with her teeth, this time aiming lower, trying to grip his forearm in her mouth. If successful, she would crunch her teeth down, hoping to crush down to the bone. After her attack was made, she raced away, though it took a toll. Her injured leg was throbbing fiercely, protesting at her swift movements. She could feel the gash on her chest as she panted, trying to regain her breath and refill on oxygen. Now, she waited. Silence.

Name- Reth
Breed- Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Appendix Quarter Horse
Age- Eight
Gender- Female
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Unallianced
Health- 80% physically - 100% mentally
Terms- Two hits, no dodges, three days to reply, winner gets the territory of Dark Woods.

Hits- one two
Dodges- ---
Attacks-

1) Lunged at Contagion, trying to bite his left shoulder, and then his forearm with her teeth. If second strike is successful, she will bite down and attempt to crush the leg.

Injuries-

1) Approximate three inch laceration on her right upper chest with moderate bruising and moderate bleeding.
2) Approximate three inch laceration across her under arm, moderate to heavy bleeding.

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notes hard to stay under that word count, haha xD
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tagged Raven with Contagion

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Name- Contagion
Breed- Lustiano x Quarab x Boulannais x Noriker x Paint x Mustang
Age- Three
Gender- Stallion
Height- 16hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 70%

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CONTAGION ! 

Blood. Bleached oculus dilated at the site, observing with keen gratification the harm he’d inflicted. Contagion scrutinized the harlot meticulously, noting the way she stepped delicately upon her injured limb, as if testing how much of a disadvantage it would place upon her. The grullo wench appeared weak as she scarcely placed weight on the right leg, and a ruthless sneer spread across the brute’s labrums at her discomfort. Crimson continued to flow from the wound under her right arm and upper chest, it painted her lovely hide and coated her peltage, dripping onto the sand beneath her in a sickly sweet manner. He’d just barely missed the targeted areas and yet it seemed he’d done enough damage to his opponent’s appendage for the time being, adequate enough to hinder her attacks anyway.

Con didn’t dare break his ogling as Reth tediously crept toward him, limping as she began to circle him. She seemed confused; dazed almost as she rounded him, and the bastard briefly wondered what concoction of thoughts was whirling about within her mind. He was positive that she wasn’t as feeble as she was making it seem. Perhaps it was all an act, an attempt to lower Contagion’s guard and keep him at bay. Or just maybe she really was that fragile… doubtful. Either way he refused to take her performance seriously, convincing himself she was just as capable as ever to keep himself on his toes. Never allowing his gaze to falter he wasn’t shocked at all when the bitch finally struck out, her enamels bore and snapping out toward his left shoulder. While he wasn’t exactly startled by the attack the rapidity of it did slightly catch him, and her teeth met with his flesh, tearing a considerable amount of skin. Instantly the stallion’s harks fell to the depths of his cranium, throwing his massive skull toward the atmosphere in sheer pain. Coincidentally as he jerked himself upward she lashed out again, her aim lower upon his already bruised ligament. The force of his movement allowed her dentiles to grip the meat just above his knee, however he ripped himself free from her grasp - not without harm though. Another piece of his skin tore away, clear to the muscle this time around. Agony seared through his left arm, blood pouring steadily from both lacerations. The anguish that flooded him only ignited the fury within his soul, and as vexation weaved itself into his veins his cognizant lost control. Infuriation without rationalization took over the workings of his brainpad, and Contagion slipped away from himself and was replaced with a feral monster aching to mutilate.

A vindictive and disastrous snarl ripped through his chassi as the gladiator revealed a set of enamels, bearing his pearls with curled lappets, the sound of his enraged growl reverberating through the acreage and causing a flock of birds to scatter from a tree near to them. Sun beat down upon the duo, his sanguine fluid glistening upon his carcass. Without a moment’s hesitation his embodiment trailed after her, evidently limping as he placed the least amount of weight as possible upon his left appendage. Contagion rounded her left side, staying out of kicking range to avoid any facial injuries, that was the last thing he needed right now. Once he was parallel to her he drew closer, purposefully coming to the left side as to cause her to step upon her throbbing limb should she try and side-step to avoid his attack, not to mention it kept his own wounded arm out of harms reach. Promptly and without notice he swung his hind out and away from his foe so that he was facing her left side just as his dentiles reached forward, snapping at the delicate area of her underbelly and yearning to rip the surface near her stomach where muscle and bone didn’t protect. Subsequently he once more pushed himself upon his hinds, thankful to have the weight off his maimed extremity, though this round he expected to land his uninjured right scythe directly upon the top of her left hindquarters. Con placed all his weight into the strike, hoping the impact held enough potency to knock her off her feet and tear the muscle clear from the bone, immobilizing her left back leg so that her wounds unbalanced her.

Anticipating success he landed upon the loam, careful to place close to no weight upon his gashes as he side-stepped out of reaching distance. The bulky behemoth winced against the tenderness in his leg, lifting it off the ground to rest it once he was away from Reth. Contagion was cautious though, ready to steady himself at her impending act of violence. Resentment was still so clearly placed upon his handsome countenance as he waited, inspecting the other acutely. He couldn’t even focus on the numerous thoughts bounding through his head, and instead took all of his concentration and placed it upon his adversary. Reth was far more capable than she’d made it seem just seconds ago, and he wouldn’t make the mistake of ever underestimating her attacks. She was wounded, but she was clever and hasty, two very lethal combinations.



WORD COUNT |  881
TAGGED | + ebonite + with Reth.
MUSE | Meh.
NOTES | Your post says she attacked his right leg, but your attack recap says left, so I'm going with the left? Let me know if I need to change this at all.

HITS | One Two
ATTACKS | 1) Reared, aiming his left hoof at her throat in an attempt to tear it, his right aimed to dislocate or break her right shoulder.
2) Attempted to bite the sensitive area of her underbelly from the left side, reared and tried to place his uninjured right hoof upon her left hind - wanting to tear the muscle away and immobilize her left hind leg to cause an imbalance between both wounded sides.
INJURIES | 1) Superficial tear to the top of his left leg - no permanent damage, will likely scar.
2) Tore the muscle right above his left knee - will take a while to heal, once healed will scar heavily and cause a slight limp.

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RETH

EMBRACE THIS MOMENT, REMEMBER
WE ARE ETERNAL, ALL THIS PAIN IS AN ILLUSION

The first signal that her attack had been successful was the metallic tang in her mouth. She passed her tongue over her lips, spitting out clots of blood and bits of flesh that stuck in her teeth. Contagion's face was contorted with fury, glaring at her as she made her escape. Why did they get so angry? When wounds were to be expected, it seemed contradictory and pointless to be angry about them. It was a complete waste of energy. Reth was completely in focus now, her gaze never wavering once from Contagion's. She'd injured him quite badly, and if this was his first fight, this could potentially be the point where he made his first mistake. Now they both had injured limbs to attend to. Reth's own was throbbing fiercely now that she was standing still. The pain from her under arm seemed to have spread to contain the entirety of the leg. She could still feel it bleeding and she knew that as soon as she got home, this wound would have to be tended to immediately. That was, unless she got a more serious wound that required more attention.

The snarl that rippled through the air made her want to chuckle. They were so darling when they were angry. The fact that he was full of rage only upped her confidence. Anger made for stupidity if not controlled. Her father had trained her to get rid of her emotions while in a fight. She could not afford to think about her feelings. Her feelings were miles away from here. This battle was utterly rational. Making the strongest attacks in the weakest places at the right times. That was all it was. Feelings had nothing to do with it. The sooner everyone learned that, the better battles would be.

Contagion came toward her, but it was not an attack. He was moving far too slow for that. And he was limping. It was difficult to tell whether he was using the same ploy she had, but she could never be too careful. He circled around her, and she twisted her head to watch him as he did so. Her muscles were rigid and poised to spring at any given moment. If he truly was as injured as he was making out to be, his attacks would not be as fast - unless he wished to injure himself further for the sake of speed. It was a terrible idea, but she wasn't about to discourage it. The more injured he was, the better her chances.

He stopped parallel to her, shielding his injured limb from her. Her eyes narrowed, and then the attack came without warning. He swung his hindquarters away from her, and at the same moment, grappled forward for the delicate flesh of her underbelly with his teeth. Searing pain filled her senses as his enamels tore a strip of flesh from her. The agony tingled in her limbs and she blinked, trying to catch her breath. He'd left himself rather vulnerable attacking her with his head so low to the ground. If only she could swing her legs around and give him a hearty kick in the face. However, in the few seconds it took her to register this, Contagion had already moved himself out of the vulnerable position and was rearing up again. He seems to favor that attack. It would be good to rid him of it. She noted. The stallion aimed a powerful, precise attack for her hindquarters, but this time, Reth did not remain motionless. She scrambled, trying to move herself forward to avoid the strike. However, her injured leg had other ideas. Instead of cooperating right away, it decided to collapse on her. Before she'd realized what had happened she was on her knees, painfully scraping her kneecaps on the dry, cracked terrain.

She managed to pick herself back up, though her leg was in even worse shape now due to the fall. However, in falling, she had actually avoided the strike from Contagion's hoof. It was a somewhat cruel irony, as she had made her leg injury far worse in falling and blood dripped steadily from the gash on her underbelly. Now, she had no need to pretend. She was beginning to feel dizzy and lightheaded from the pain and blood loss. Taking a couple of tentative steps forward was agony for her. Quickly. Your next move. Her mind drilled. She was almost too hazy to think, but she managed to clear the fog of agony from her brain and try. Rearing was Contagion's favorite attack thus far, and it would be nice to take that out. If not for this fight, for any future fights he would have. His left leg was injured, which meant that if he were smart, he would avoid using that leg as much as possible. Attacking him from the opposite side meant he would have to dodge away using that same leg. It occurred to her suddenly that that's exactly what his strategy had been with his own attack moments before. And it had actually worked, though not in the way that he had intended, she was sure.

This time when she approached him, her limp was not faked. Trying to straighten the leg out to walk normally took too much time and effort - not to mention pain. It was not worth it. Rearing up to attack was out of the question when she was down one leg. Kicking with her back ones had potential, and her teeth were always an option. She began to circle him once more, however this time she did not take as long to pick an attack. Aiming for another of his legs was illogical in her injured state (however much she was tempted), and she did not want to risk a facial injury if she attempted it. So, instead, she picked the opposite side of his wound and whirled around so her rear was facing him. She lifted her hind legs off the ground, kicking out with as much force as her injured body could muster. She was aiming for his neck or shoulders, though getting his face in range would be a bonus. After the attack was done, she landed gingerly, not wanting to aggravate her wounds any further. It was by no means the most unique attack she'd made, but it had been the most logical in her situation. She retreated slowly, limping and wincing as the effects of her adrenaline were wearing off. She turned back around, but only to see if her attack had landed the way she'd intended. The battle was finished now, and she would hurry home to get these wounds tended to and wait for the results.

Name- Reth
Breed- Appaloosa x Andalusian x Arabian x Appendix Quarter Horse
Age- Eight
Gender- Female
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Unallianced
Health- 60% physically - 100% mentally
Terms- Two hits, no dodges, three days to reply, winner gets the territory of Dark Woods.

Hits- one two
Dodges- ---
Attacks-

1) Lunged at Contagion, trying to bite his left shoulder, and then his forearm with her teeth. If second strike is successful, she will bite down and attempt to crush the leg.
2) Kicked at Contagion with her hind legs, hoping to hit his face, neck, or shoulder.

Injuries-

1) Approximate three inch laceration on her right upper chest with moderate bruising and moderate bleeding.
2) Approximate three inch laceration across her under arm, moderate to heavy bleeding.
3) Approximate two inch gash on her underbelly, somewhat deep, moderate bleeding.
4) Scraped up both of her knees, road rash and mild bruising.

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notes yes, I did mean the left. I think I got my perspectives mixed up. xD
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tagged Raven with Contagion

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Name- Contagion
Breed- Lustiano x Quarab x Boulannais x Noriker x Paint x Mustang
Age- Three
Gender- Stallion
Height- 16hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 60%

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CONTAGION !  

The instant Reth began to advance upon him once more he lowered his maimed extremity, attempting to balance himself as much as possible without causing further damage. The pain searing through his ligament was nearly blinding, he could feel it throb endlessly, the trickles of blood flooding from it tickling his skin. A haughty snort filtered through his nasal passages, colorless oculus centered solely upon his foe. She was still limping as she approached, a good sign, it meant whatever attack she was about to place upon him would hold less potency. Contagion stood statuesque as she closed the distance between them, circling much like before, and just like that she whirled around to put her hind toward him. He wondered temporarily why she decided to put all her weight upon her battered limbs in order to kick out at him, though he didn’t have the time to deliberate it further. Naturally he turned his hefty cerebrum away from her, shielding his face and upper neck from her blow. He felt the impact of her scythes upon his right shoulder, tearing more skin from his flesh, crimson instantly seeping from the wound. A low grunt escaped his chassi, melarkie still pinned to the depths of his poll however this attack hadn’t been nearly as detrimental as he’d previously anticipated. After a moment he returned his scrutiny to the harlot, observing the way she carried herself as she left his presence, heading back toward her home… though hopefully not her residence for long. Briefly Con examined himself, taking in the sight of his wounds before he too meandered away from the battlegrounds, though he followed the same pathway as Reth; he wasn’t going anywhere until the results came. Until then he would stalk the outlines of his soon-to-be parcel of land, just waiting to evacuate the bitch.



WORD COUNT | Doesn't matter. 
TAGGED | + ebonite + with Reth
MUSE | Short post on purpose.
NOTES | This is now ready to be judged.

HITS | One Two
ATTACKS | 1) Reared, aiming his left hoof at her throat in an attempt to tear it, his right aimed to dislocate or break her right shoulder.
2) Attempted to bite the sensitive area of her underbelly from the left side, reared and tried to place his uninjured right hoof upon her left hind - wanting to tear the muscle away and immobilize her left hind leg to cause an imbalance between both wounded sides.
INJURIES | 1) Superficial tear to the top of his left leg - moderate bleeding, no permanent damage, will likely scar.
2) Tore the muscle right above his left knee - heavy bleeding, will take a while to heal, once healed will scar heavily and cause a slight limp.
3) Tear to his right shoulder - moderate to heavy bleeding, no permanent damage, will scar.

[aliyaah]

I will tally.

[aliyaah]

I am SO sorry for the wait guys. As you saw I was having problems finding judges but hopefully from now on it will be better.

Roleplayer & Character: + ebonite + with Reth

Quality over Quantity: 15
Comments:
- Post were a good length that flowed nicely with the quality.
- Well written and exciting to read.
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
- Nothing that I noticed
- None that I saw
- N/A
Realism of Attacks: 14
Comments:
- While I could definitely see lunging, biting, and kicking occurring I wasn't too sure of the realism of her first attack where if it proved successful she would bite down in an attempt to crush Contagion's leg, this just seemed impossible to me. Reth would have to have one hell of a jaw to crush his leg, however tearing or bruising the skin deeply I could see. Perhaps I'm just too picky xD
- Realistic from what I know about wild horses
Attacks Compared to Opponent: 14
Comments:
- They were strong but Fallen's seemed a bit more thought out.
- Seemed equal/realistic to each other
Completion of Form: 15
Comments:
- All looked good to me
- Filled out correctly each time
- N/A
Spelling and Grammar: 15
Comments:
- Everything looked good
- looked good to me!

TOTAL: 88 points

Roleplayer & Character: Raven with Contagion

Quality over Quantity: 15
Comments:
- Post were of good length and quality, kept me interested.
- well written and vivid posts
No God Modeling or Power playing: 15
Comments:
- Did not see any
- None that I could see
- None
Realism of Attacks: 14.5
Comments:
- For the most part I could definitely see these happening but in the first attack, the whole breaking or dislocating Reth's shoulder with one blow from his hooves seemed a bit drastic but I loved the attacks all the same!
- Also realistic from what I know about wild horses
Attacks Compared to Opponent: 15
Comments:
- These attacks just seemed a bit more planned to me.
- seemed equal
Completion of Form: 15
Comments:
- Looked good
- filled out correctly each time
Spelling and Grammar: 15
Comments:
- Everything seemed good to me
- looked good
- all good

TOTAL: 89.5 points

Close battle guys! But congrats to FALLEN with Contagion!

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AH!
Thanks for the fight + ebonite +, it was a close call. You did amazingly.