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Name- Vanth
Breed- Tennessee Walking Horse x Bavarian Warmblood x American Quarter Horse
Age- Immortal, Lord of Hell
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%

Pale hooves dug into the warmed earth as his blackened soul was soothed by the increase in heat beneath Vanth's frame. The mortals' summer season was nothing like his divine inferno Below and it scarcely even began to scrape the surface of how hot the Underworld remained. Claret spheres shifted against his lacrimal bones as the Devil meandered toward the battle field. Slabs of muscle rippled beneath his crimson and ivory hide with each stride as the epitome of evil stretched out his vessel in preparation for a physical battle for intangible things. Vanth's eternal mistress, Asmoday, had brought up the topic of revenge without including her home land. Her grudge against the Dark Royals and those that allied with them was beginning to fester like pus in a foul wound. The lack of respect that was previously shown at the battle field was not shocking or stunning to the hellion but, it was quite frankly unnecessary. 'Clearly they cannot serve more than one master.' The venomous thought seeped from the less often utilized corners of his think box.

Many thought it to be an unspoken law that the dark alliance looked to him and Asmoday for guidance but unsurprisingly, many of the dark alliance looked inward for guidance. Many of them thought of themselves so highly that they valued only their closest confidants' opinions and those who were blinded by false conjectures of relationships. Vanth was not insolent about the situation though. Asmoday, at least, was directly related to the creatures that had constructed and implemented war against nearly all major entities in Wild Equines. Vanth had personally spiked a battle between himself and the Dark Royal cunt Queen, Akroma, as he asked for Kida's freedom to offer as a gift to the king and war admiral of Carnevale Letale. Retaliation was imminent, of course, and however it had been a weak response it still constituted for the Underworld's involvement. Vanth and Asmoday were never particularly needed but Asmoday found all of it to be justification for their presence. Aside from that, despite the Underworld's position in the war which was the only position they could extend to since the opposition never bothered to ask for their help (which could have been offered if they had utilized their brains), the responses he had received from those at the battlefield had been less than appealing. Vanth had always believed that regardless of if you disliked or loved the Devil and his Mistress, your knees would bow and your tongues would spasm into exalting songs regardless of what you wanted to do. The longer he remained Lord of Hell, the more he realized that it was not that simple. Here, very few respected the Underworld or knew how to appropriately acknowledge him or Asmoday. That was going to change.

Vanth had found the mortal affair to be less than entertaining and his faith in society continuously dwindled as he watched the events unfold. The petty plotting and scheming was puerile. Even more, the fact that organizations within Wild Equines who are most often at each other's throats for even existing, found the war to be the perfect unifying event. The Helkaers, who personally removed themselves from the Dark Royals and have been known to have a long standing abhorrence for the Royal family, offered assistance to their greatest nemesis. The Versai, whose purpose is to cleanse and purge society of all evil and the dark alliance, offered their assistance to the Dark Royals -- the very individuals who they should have taken the chance to try and smother out in their vulnerability of war! Now that the war had been shuttered by a treaty between Carnevale Letale and the Dark Royals, the entities dismembered their superficial alliances and had returned to their skirmishes and childish tussles. As if the unification had never happened. The ignorance and shallow thinking was a sad event to see but Vanth knew there was nothing he could do to particularly change it other than fulfill his Mistress' request for demanding higher respect for the Underworld, himself, and her as well as separate a few key figures from their numbers and do as he pleased with them. This had nothing to do with his Mistress' home land anymore. This was personal.

The Devil entered the battle field upon collected strides as his immortal form faded away into nothing while he took upon the flesh of a mortal vessel. Blood pumped through his veins in a steady rhythm as lean limbs propelled his seventeen hand frame further into the bloodied field. Sparse grasses grew here while various portions of skeletons were strewn over the barren territory. Vanth tilted his crown to the side until his axis and atlas joints pleasantly cracked. The audio echoed within the vague bowl-like shape of the battle grounds as various strategies were combed through within his think box. He had never met the equine named Raiden before so he was not certain of her body type, speed, agility, or physical condition. In most cases, it was safe to assume that many that stepped up to the plate for a fight were well capable and battle ready. However, there were always vital differences between two equines that had the potential of creating a dilemma or advantage for one side over the other. Vanth was aware that losing a physical battle with a mortal was terribly frowned upon by immortal standards. Granted, he did not have any powers here and it was the same as another mortal versus mortal fight. But he also knew exactly how much he wanted to bind Erathel's soul to the circles of the Underworld and like any equine, Raiden would most likely do whatever she could to keep Vanth's plans from becoming a reality. For now, he would have to wait and see before the final elements of his battle strategy could be decided and then the entire tactical plan be re-evaluated.  Vanth soon came to a halt as the sun began to cross over the midday threshold. A hoof came to a rest upon the smooth yet brittle surface of a skull as the final moments of the waiting game began. 'Come out darling warrioress, your time to bleed has come.'

word count | 1042
tags | ღ ∂ιѕαѕтєя ღ with raiden
notes | we can bypass the two week wait period since you've already decided you'll challenge and i know we're both busy and will probably be just as equally busy in two weeks x3
battle terms | Two attacks, two dodges, one week to reply. If Raiden wins, Erathel's soul is freed. If Vanth wins, then he has the choice of taking either Erathel's or Raiden's soul.
speech | BC8F8F
text | 000000

[ღ ∂ιѕαѕтєя ღ]

Name- Raiden
Breed- Spanish Mustang
Age- Four
Gender- Mare
Height- 14.1hh
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 100%


The afternoon sunlight illuminated the terrain, making the milieu even more arid than usual. The blinding rays bothered the vixen's cerulean orbs as she glanced into the encompassment, wondering which surprises this new terrain would bring. The land in which was her destination concluded to be a desert, covered in sand but mostly charred and cracked turf. The summer sun there was overwhelmingly agitating, which worried the palomino vixen due to the fact she was used to the soft mountain wind constantly creating a breeze in the valleys she called home, and with the harsh winters her winter coat was fully intact. While she had done a fair amount of travelling in her younger years, she hadn't ever thought of visiting the famous battlefields. Having a non-violent lifestyle, she was never intrigued by the popular lands, not even intrigued to pick up on some battle pointers. It was all pointless to Raiden, but she knew eventually that the lands would call her name, whether it be for her own safety, or someone she had allowed to open her up. It just so happened that she was here to protect another, one she wished to call her own.

An eccentric courageousness flowed through her veins, her intellect no longer holding the perceptions of a innocent vixen, but rather leaning towards the poise of an underworld equine. She was intellectually prepared to mutilate this challenger's demeanor, but would she ever be physically? It was vixen against stag, and her petite frame wouldn't ever compare to that of a brute. Raiden's minuscule bodice sauntered towards her destination, foliage ripping and tearing from the ground in response to the potency of her daggers, leaving extensive arch shaped markings upon the soil routing her travels. The palomino vixen wasn't entirely positive on which way to go, however with the wise words of a few fellow travelers she knew that once the sun began to get moderately aggravating and the ground began to crack, she had made it to her destination.

No longer detecting the familiar scents of her highland home, Raiden picked her pace up as she continued to tear the foliage underneath her daggers. This long travel had caused the vixen's intellect to swirl into the past and analyze her present situation back at home in Lone Ridge Valley, as she thought it would perhaps give her an idea of how she climbed into this position. It was only recently that the palomino vixen's choices lead her into such trouble with the outcome too far away to even ponder. She couldn't let emotions overthrow her choices because the simple fact was that she had to physically prepare herself for an unforeseen combat. While she had no idea what this immortal brute demeanor was like, she knew most equines would have an advantage over her tiny size. However, perhaps this time she would have an advantage over being so minuscule. Although size and structure worried her intellect, Raiden was overly enthusiastic to take part in her first genuine battle. She had trained within the woods and mountains in the highlands, kicking the tress to perhaps better her posture so she wouldn't trip when kicking a real equine, and climbing the mountains to fix her balance as well as build strength. The palomino vixen didn't wish to ask her love Lethare because it was too troublesome and would perhaps make him worried. She knew absolutely nothing about battling and was precisely taking a wing at it. Raiden had been raised to understand and become empathetic with others, as well to keep her temper intact, but she would now have to conquer and refuse defeat. Now was her moment to shine above her minuscule appearance and prove she was worth something. Let her name spread like wildfire throughout Wild Equines that she, a tiny vixen, was able to defeat the thief and rise above the physical factors. Although, all she truly desired was peace.

Soon enough dirt mingled with sand beneath her feet, the line of foliage that sheltered her concluded and lead her into the open cracked earth of the battlegrounds. Just as the wise old travelers spoke, the sun was moderately aggravating and she knew the heat would throw her off and tire her out easily. She slowed her pace as the mixture of the cracked earth brought dust to her eyes, throwing her off a little. She knew this would soon become a disadvantage during the battle. The blinding rays worsened in the desert, causing her to squint the beautiful cerulean orbs she possessed, throwing off her view of the proximity. However as she began to move forward Raiden quickly found herself staring down the brute who was challenging for her mate as he towered over her. Her entire bodice began to tense and anger and anxiety immediately began flowing through her veins. She hadn't perceived how much this brute's decisions had really aggravated her. Vanth was his name, and she could easily tell he would be commenting on her minuscule frame. Not a soul really expected her to stand up, but her unusual courage was something she had to take for granted. Raiden was mentally accepting that this would tear her apart, that she would go home with a damaged demeanor - perhaps a damaged mentality, but she would never accept defeat. She would fight to the near death, and make sure she gained some kind of insight from this. Cerulean orbs opened wide as she strode towards the brute with an air of confidence that she recently carried with her as she shoved her insecurities far behind her. Cerebrum held high, she let her bodice radiate a challenging aura as the brute positioned himself calmly. He was a blood-colored brute with white patches on him, however she was astonished by such odd stripes he possessed. They matched his patches but were jagged, running down each side of his abdomen. With every step she took closer to the brute, her confidence grew even stronger despite the major physical differences between the two. Although she was still aware of her little disadvantage, Raiden kept her cerebrum high, letting Vanth decide whether to judge her on her height. If he did, it would surely throw his own judgment off. Her harks flickered atop her poll, listening intently to each and every noise, concentrated scrutiny locking upon him and waiting for the slightest of movements. Not a vocal sound came out of him, so Raiden decided to begin ridiculous dispute. I have no words for such childish behavior. Shall we begin? Her words were carefully toned as taunting, to perhaps edge him on and think she would allow him to make the first move, however Raiden had her own plans.

Silence lingered in the air for a few moments, but the palomino vixen was tired of wasting time. Even after the long travel from her highland home to this excuse for a land, she wanted to get straight down to the point. Adrenaline slowly kicking in, she began to circle around the brute carefully like a snake enclosing her prey. With every turn she picked her pace up and moved even closer. With a quick unexpected lurch forward Raiden broke the distance between them, ligaments tearing up the dust beneath her daggers as she threw herself at Vanth. Minuscule as she was, sharp turns were easier to take and as she charged at the outlandish brute she threw her cerebrum ferociously and turned on a pivot attempting to strike his under-abdomen on the left side while snapping at his haunches, trying to get a sturdy grip to hopefully rip his pelt like the foliage from earlier. An injury so early in the game could be treacherous, although this abrupt decision would perhaps throw off the blood-bay brute and maybe put her in the lead. As she thought about it she realized a blood-stained pelt would definitely drive her confidence even further. The palomino vixen made sure not stay in place for so long because she knew Vanth could just as easily snatch onto her and injure her as well. She had to make her moves quickly and then get about before the larger brute even knew what hit him. Muscles coiled beneath her golden pelt as the petite vixen began to make her escape route. Finally she lurched, cream locks flying which ever direction from the sudden burst in the opposite direction. As Raiden moved her stature away she swung her dial around knowing whichever way her cerebrum went, her bodice would follow. Her hind end drifted around, daggers shuffling across the desert terrain, dry dust now surrounding them due to the sudden motion she had displayed. Cerulean orbs landed on the blood stained brute, it was his turn now. Time for a game of cat and mouse.



Word Count | 1472
Tags | @winter with Vanth
Notes | Actually my busiest weeks are this week and next week xD my last exam is monday, then wednesday and thursday are graduation. e.e But I'll pull through.
Battle Terms | Two attacks, two dodges, one week to reply. If Raiden wins, Erathel's soul is freed. If Vanth wins, then he has the choice of taking either Erathel's or Raiden's soul.

Hits- one two
Dodges- ---
Attacks-

1) Lunged at Vanth, but turned to his side and tried to kick his underbelly and also tried to bite onto his skin to possibly rip some off.
2) --

Injuries-

---



Speech

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Name- Vanth
Breed- Tennessee Walking Horse x Bavarian Warmblood x American Quarter Horse
Age- Immortal, Lord of Hell
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 95% -- minor scrape on belly and bite to his flank

As the astral heat source inched across the atmosphere, Vanth's temper stewed beneath his composed exterior yet his ability to analyze was not shrouded by fury. The dark alliance notoriously struggled to bow before someone above them. They would rather die than serve a master with more grandeur than themselves. The arrogant race was nearly a chore to deal with but there were so many of them that it paid off in the end. But the light and neutral races were most often found fleeing from the darkness and attempting to find ways to smother out evil. Unfortunately for them, Vanth was not going anywhere any time soon. Often, the light and neutral individuals clung to Utopia's safety and grace. Some of them felt more drawn to the mystery of the abyss but it was rare. Regardless of their intentions, it seemed that the war had clouded their vision so much that they had forgotten who held the true power. Sure, the Royals were considered grand and almighty by the mortal standards of government. But it seems even the Royals had forgotten who could authorize and perform their execution at any given moment without ever having to leave the depths of the Underworld. Vanth and Asmoday had been kind thus far even with the amount of disrespectful twats running around Wild Equines now. That could easily change for everyone though. Vanth considered his plans to be relatively generous; stealing the souls of those that appeared at the battle field, oh so unnecessarily, and banishing them from the Underworld for eternity by handing them over to the next Utopian couple. Yes, Vanth was expelling all possibilities of the Helkaers, the Dark Royals, their supporters, and the few light and neutral individuals that appeared upon the call of a splattered wench named Akroma. Erathel was one of those and he would be one of the few that would remain in the Underworld's possession, in the event that Vanth would win this fight. Vanth still considered this plan to be generous and quite kind in comparison to what he could do. 'They can take this as a slap on the wrist for being disrespectful. Any further unsatisfactory actions will swiftly result in the Underworld being emptied upon mortal soil and an intense level of Hades' presence in places they will not feel we belong.' The thought caused a soft chuckle to tug at his cracked labrets as a feminine figure began to breach the horizon. Ah, this must be Raiden.

Claret pools narrowed upon the approaching figure and expected the form to grow in size as she neared but alas, her vessel was svelte and barely a blip upon the horizon. Slabs of muscle contracted along his broad chest and powerful hindquarters as the leviathan stepped forward a few feet as the maiden continued to approach him. Sturdy marrow, clean limbs, compact build, and short. They had sent him a runt to fight. Cute. "Are you the messenger, little girl? Clearly you are not the one supposed to fight me as I would leave you for dead in a heart beat." Tones were taunting and each syllable hissed like that of a serpent teasing their prey with light venom laced bites. He had yet to go in for the kill. "I have no words for such childish behavior. Shall we begin?" A guttural laughter escaped his lungs as she spoke. Her intellect was not of a high enough caliber to understand his behavior, honestly. It was guessed that they only used a few percentages of their brain and clearly this minx used even fewer, if she used her head at all. The blood and marble stained beast's gaze locked upon her like a sniper honing on his target. She was not going to come out of this battle without damage or future scarring. Not only was Vanth determined to bind Erathel's soul to the Underworld, he was determined to knock the minx back a few notches. Not because she needed it but because he felt like having a bit of fun while he was here. He was not a frequent visitor to the battle field so he decided it was time he enjoyed his stay here a bit more than usual. Pale hooves dug down into the earth as the Devil prepared himself for any movements that may proceed in the few seconds after her inquiry. "Ladies first." Let the disadvantaged ones go first and allow themselves the short time to wallow in pride before being devoured by defeat.  Raiden then stepped forward and lunged for him but he did not cower from her. She was tiny. It would be like a rag doll being thrown into a brick wall if she hit him. Clearly the wench was an idiot.

About the time she suddenly spun and struck out at his under belly, his forehand was already rising up from the earth in a rear as his hind limbs stepped forward. Her hooves grazed his belly and only removed a thin layer of superficial flesh. His lean form twisted at his middle as his hind limbs continued to step forward and around as his long fore limbs thrashed and wildly struck in her direction as he hoped that the thrashing that helped him maintain his balance would provide damage along her spine and by her hind quarters.  Such injuries could hinder her movement or even her function of life if he were to crack one of her vertebrae or the point of her hip. As he thrashed and struck out, his enamels snapped in her direction with a vigorous jerking action of his crown every time his enamels closed together. If he had managed to clamp down on her flesh and tear chunks of it out, her chances of healing well or quickly were slim, especially if he had torn the flesh down to the muscle layer. But at this point he had no idea if he had even harmed her at all. Somewhere in the tussle, her enamels made contact with the thick muscle along his flanks and blood oozed steadily. But he was not done. He would finish his short list of granted attacks very quickly yet in a strategic manner.  As soon as his fore limbs touched back on the ground, Raiden was already moving away from him to let the dust settle. Pale flints were quiet against the soft earth as he charged forward through the dust before breaking into a full gallop for the remaining few feet between them.  She had two dodges left as well as one attack as did he. He was going to do his very best to run her ragged for this fight. With just a few feet left between them, he was still at an all out gallop. Would she move or throw up her defenses? She only had a few seconds to choose before the Lord of Hell would be upon her.


word count | 1160
tags | ღ ∂ιѕαѕтєя ღ with raiden
notes | i'm having surgery next week and testing all of this week so there isn't really a good time for this.
battle terms | Two attacks, two dodges, one week to reply. If Raiden wins, Erathel's soul is freed. If Vanth wins, then he has the choice of taking either Erathel's or Raiden's soul.
attacks | reared up and wildly thrashed his front limbs to maintain his balance and also tried to strike her with each thrash while he tried to bite at her multiple times while he was thrashing around.
dodges | none used
speech | BC8F8F
text | 000000

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Name- Raiden
Breed- Spanish Mustang
Age- Four
Gender- Mare
Height- 14.1hh
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 90%


Raiden scrutinized the devil meticulously, noting that he had no change of expression. The blood-bay devil appeared not to be phased by her attack, which didn't surprise the golden vixen. Her attack had landed, however with not as much damage as she hoped. As she managed to scar of his abdomen enough so it would possibly sting and also ripped at his physique, she was just proud of herself that her first attack ever had landed. Perhaps this attack was a weak one, but surely Raiden had better planned than that. With her minuscule frame she had not shown up here without a well thought strategy. Crimson continued to flow from the wound on Vanth's flank, it painted his lovely hide and matched his colored peltage, blending in precisely. Even with the quick moves she had made, it was his turn to retaliate and she knew he was not going to take this battle lightly despite her proportions. When she had tried to scurry away to make sure she wasn't damaged, she was knocked down. A boisterous, vindictive shriek was emitted into the atmosphere as the Devil's ligaments came crashing down on her vertebrae. Pain surged through her minuscule frame causing front ligaments to buckle at the knee. The golden vixen now knew her size would be a disadvantage, and she had to move quicker than ever before. However, with pain surging down her vertebrae there would be trouble. As the brute still wildly slashed the atmosphere with his daggers, Raiden rose up slowly while the pain eased off. Luckily she had only been given a hard hit instead of a broken bone - perhaps her mustang lineage had helped. Mustangs were known to have hard, healthy bones and a long lifespan, so maybe she had been lucky enough to inherit these aspects. As she rose up, the Devil's daggers came flying at her cerebrum and she reduced her height by lowering her cerebrum and jumping to the side, but when the sensation of something ripping sent chills down her vertebrae, Raiden knew something was wrong. Blood. Grinding her calcified pearls against one another, she threw her cerebrum heaven bound, moving the rest of her face away from his flailing daggers. Yet in her attempts of sanctuary, she found his teeth grappling at her jugular and the continuous snapping of his jaws only angered her further. He had torn a good portion of membrane from the edge of her cheek running into her nape and while it was an overwhelming surge of pain, she enjoyed it. At first she had no idea how to behave at such a feeling, but once adrenaline surged through her, cerulean orbs began to dilate as she looked through Vanth's eyes at the site, observing with keen gratification the harm she'd received. Feeling the crimson liquid flow down her cheek and nape sent chills down her vertebrae and gave her an unusual pleasure. What a rush!

Raiden released a malicious snarl that ripped through her chassis as she bared her enamels, letting her enraged growl reverberate through the atmosphere which scattered the vultures on the deceased trees near them into the sky. All she wanted to do was return home and forget this nonsense. Sun beamed down upon the two, her crimson liquid glistening upon her beautiful golden carcass. She would forever hold a pride in her heart over these wounds because she knew this was all for Lethare. Her heart palpitated for him and with every move she made on this cracked dry terrain, his image was in her cerebrum. She could feel the soft tone of his vocals reverberate when saying 'Hello my love' to her and could feel him nuzzling her shoulder blades while nibbling at her nape. These little memories were what kept pushing the vixen on, what kept her going in this battle because her own natural instinct was to tell the other equine how childish she believed them to be to pick such a silly altercation. Raiden had the slightest bit of information as to why he tried to abduct Lethare from Lone Ridge Creek but from what she had managed to scrape up, it seemed like an unusual brute trying to punish those for what they stood for. She released an exasperated snort as her oculus observed the devil. Leaving a few lengths between them when she jumped back earlier after being struck down, she was about to round his left side, staying out of kicking rage to avoid any facial injuries, that was the last thing she needed right now. However as she rounded his left side, the brute charged forward at her without a warning and she had to act on what little movements possible. Raiden knew that if she threw up her defenses, that she would get pushed back and perhaps then damage her vertebrae. Allowing the dust to cloud her visionary, she focused her audits on the atmosphere in front of her. While she could hear the devil's ligaments lightly tearing at the desert sand, she needed to feel where he was coming from and her audits would help her do just that. As the vibrations in the earth beneath her daggers began to intensify and the sound increased slightly, Raiden quickly turned to her right and watched herself avoid the dangerous impact that could have befallen on her.

As she awaited the return of stampeding Vanth, her mind alighted with what was coming next. Turning herself around in the direction he went, the golden vixen swung her skull heaven bound and continued the previous malicious snarl that reverberated her chassis. Raiden remembered the saying. "Look like the innocent flower/but be the serpent under it' and that was exactly how she was. As little as she was, she would at least try to come out and harm the devil the hardest she can. The wounds she had landed were superficial, enough to leave a nasty scar but nothing that would remind him of the battle in the middle of summer when the warmth was enough to suffocate the two. She had to leave a mark, had to keep her face in his mind when he slept soundly. As little as the golden vixen was, she would never settle to be considered lower due to physical features. However, the advantage that Vanth was immortal was not fair but she would just have to deal with it. This just meant she would surely have to leave a mark. Raising herself to the heavens, she thrashed her ligaments violently in the air as a warning. A minuscule injury would not stop her and she would not back down here. Daggers placing themselves back onto the terrain, she whirled her rear end to him and sent out a few vicious kicks aimed specifically for his untouched face - maybe for a little revenge as her cerebrum was lacerated, though she would be satisfied to feel her hooves connect with any part of him. Perhaps she should have been more creative and thoughtful with her last attack, but by this point, she was exhausted, and done with this childish feud. As she let her kicking ease off, she whirled around again to face the devil and stuck out a front ligament, pawing at him. She also revealed her pearl ivories as she snapped malevolently into the air, perhaps out of luck grabbing some flesh from the immortal brute. This was her last chance to make an imprint, and she sure as hell hope she would do just that.



Word Count | 1261
Tags | @winter with Vanth
Notes |
Battle Terms | Two attacks, two dodges, one week to reply. If Raiden wins, Erathel's soul is freed. If Vanth wins, then he has the choice of taking either Erathel's or Raiden's soul.

Hits- one two
Dodges- one two
Attacks-

1) Lunged at Vanth, but turned to his side and tried to kick his underbelly and also tried to bite onto his skin to possibly rip some off.
2) She reared up threateningly, not to attack, but it's possible one of her hooves could have hit him if he was close enough. She viciously kicked at him, aiming anywhere from his legs to his chest to his face, then turning around to snap and bite at his face for payback from the damage done to hers.

Injuries-

1) She has a damaged spine, but it's just like a hairline fracture. She'll notice it when she gets home and started to travel down and up the mountains and perhaps it will develop into arthritis when she becomes older.
2) On the left side of her face, there is skin torn off and blood gushing out. A little piece of skin is hanging.

Dodges-

1) Vanth was charging at her and she moved to her right to avoid it.
2) --



Speech

[Deleted]

Name- Vanth
Breed- Tennessee Walking Horse x Bavarian Warmblood x American Quarter Horse
Age- Immortal, Lord of Hell
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 90% -- minor scrape on belly and bite to his flank, he's missing a two inch wide chunk out of the top of his neck where his mane grows, he has a bite in his neck, on his shoulder, and a few on his chest, all varying in depth and severity.

Ribs expanded and contracted as oxygen depleted exhales shook his masculine frame. Claret trickled down over his haunches while the blood globules caressed the curve of his barrel as well. The heated liquid slowly cooled to the ambient temperature and became stickily coagulated. Each step created movement that tore open the miniscule scabs which sent bubbles of crimson spurting open across his flesh again. White-hot sparks of pain fluttered across his nervous system and threatened to devour his attention up from the fight at hand. He did not have time to let his attention blur out of focus. Crimson orbs narrowed upon his target, Raiden, as his hooves dug a little bit deeper into the earth to allow for the most amount of power to propel his form forward. Limbs were stretched out to the utmost degree in order to give his body the most amount of reach and impulsion possible as he careened toward Raiden. As he nearly collided with her, the minx shuffled out of his way in time to avoid his charge. Very well then. In only a few strides after he passed her, his frame pivoted upon lean limbs and he quickly doubled back to come around upon her again. She too, was coming back for more. Even as she snapped her jaws at his crown, his own enamels became bared as he lunged toward her frame with a vehemence fit for a ruthless savage as he sought after her pliant flesh. His muscular frame swung around like a battering ram in hopes of smashing into her side like a freight train. Malicious and savage snaps of his jaws coupled with vigorous jerking motions of his crown as he snapped his jaws and yanked back with his mouth closed to stay out of harm's way presented a dangerous situation. But his movements had not ceased at just a brute force in motion. When he had lunged at her, his front knives had thrashed and sliced at the air currents in hope of banging into her limbs or one of the expanses of bone covered by a thick layer of fat and muscle. Any barrage of assaults to those areas done by his hooves could prove walking to be difficult for her in the long run. As his assault carried on, the white hot flashes of pain that he had grown familiar with in the past were sent throughout his body as well. She had made her mark. Bite impressions were laden into his flesh along his neck, upon the bony expanse of his shoulder blade, and a few more along the muscular curves of his chest. Droplets of crimson steadily bubbled and seeped from his fresh wounds while sending flashing up pain and inflammation up to his crown like a migraine from hell. Somewhere in the fray, he had also sustained a blow to the top of his neck where his locks sprouted. In one area, his locks had been ripped from their follicles and the flesh torn away with it, leaving a semi-circular impression in his flesh. Vanth pulled away from the minx now that their physical feud had come to an end. Despite his own injuries, he hoped that she sported just as many if not more.


word count | 543
tags | ღ ∂ιѕαѕтєя ღ with raiden
notes | sorry about all that.
battle terms | Two attacks, two dodges, one week to reply. If Raiden wins, Erathel's soul is freed. If Vanth wins, then he has the choice of taking either Erathel's or Raiden's soul.
attacks | 1. reared up and wildly thrashed his front limbs to maintain his balance and also tried to strike her with each thrash while he tried to bite at her multiple times while he was thrashing around. 2. he lunged for her and as he did so, he swung his body in what he believed was in her direction in hopes of hitting her like a battering ram. during this movement, his front hooves struck out and could have hit her and he also made multiple attempts to bite at her while he was in motion until he was no longer in motion.
dodges | zero out of two used.
speech | BC8F8F
text | 000000

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Vin said she was dropping this thread.

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We've agreed for a few more hours for me to post to this.

[ღ ∂ιѕαѕтєя ღ]

Name- Raiden
Breed- Spanish Mustang
Age- Four
Gender- Mare
Height- 14.1hh
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 85%


Blue oculus observed the blood bay brute as he slowed his movements down, delaying his attacks. It was clear that every move he made was getting uncomfortable as little scabs covering his bodice were popping off, causing blood to trickle down his haunches. The sight amused the palomino vixen, raising her confidence as she had never expected to make a dent in the immortal bastard. She understood and accepted the fact that her petite qualities were a disadvantage on her end, but as before she wasn't about to let such things stop her from making a mark. Raiden believed that the battle would have been more exhilarating than this. Still not quite sure yet if her attempted attacks had landed, she didn't stop to overlook the brute but rather prepared herself for retaliation. The instant Vanth swung his bodice around and advanced upon her once more, she lowered her cerebrum knowing by now his first attempt would be to snap back at her already damaged facade. While she swung her dial in the opposite direction Vanth's ivories to avoid them, she felt his body collide against hers which changed her entire motif. Adrenaline coursed through her body, pumping into her veins and through every muscle. This was a serious attack and perhaps one of the most life-changing moments. If she were to fall now, everything would be over. Tensing her muscles, she straightened her haunches and dug her hooves further into the earth to gain a strong position. The brute's force hit her like a ton of bricks, stirring up the the dry dust on the terrain as she was shoved across it, but she maintained her posture. Raiden kept her ivories hidden because she knew any attack she made could throw her off. A low grunt escaped her chassi, melarkie still pinned to the depths of his poll however she hadn't expected the brunt force of this attack. The 17hh brute began thrashing his front daggers while shoving her, making her furious. She couldn't risk having her ligaments damaged because the journey back home was far too treacherous to have a broken leg. Raiden had to devise a plan within seconds because it would effect the outcome of the battle and perhaps be worse on her end. The fae began thinking about what her mate would do in a situation like this instead of just thinking about what she would do. Her lovely Erathel...boy was he going to be pissed when he saw the damage done to her. Suddenly, Raiden remembered the first time she visited the lands of Lone Ridge Creek and the way the versai brother let himself slide down the hill, and it all began to make sense on what she had to do now. If she were to fall now everything would be over, however if she were to let herself fall, it would be okay and the landing would be easier. Relaxing her previous stance, Raiden allowed her knees to buckle underneath her and as Vanth's force still continued, she plummeted into the earth which caused a huge dust bowl to form around the two. Chassi released another low grunt as she had knocked the wind out of herself, but she didn't let that slow her down. Due to the unexpected falling it was possible that the devil too had tripped in her daggers and fallen too, but she made sure he was not to fall on her. The minute she was down, she lifted herself back up and sidestepped away from the blood bay brute. This fight is over. Raiden faced the devil Vanth, her blue oculus now observing the damage done from this silly dispute. She had done well, and her wounds surely matched Vanth. Her ivory marks were planted into his torso, and one of her flailing ligaments had landed around his neck, tearing flesh along with filaments. A smile formed across her facade as she knew for a first time battler, she had done an excellent job. On the other hand, she hadn't noticed the excruciating pain searing through her body due to the adrenaline still pumping. A considerable amount of skin had been torn from the left side of her face and it throbbed endlessly, the trickles of blood flooding from it tickling the skin. A cavalier snort filtered through her nasal passage, blue oculus still focused on her foe. Ligaments were shaking meagerly as she noticed how truly tired she was. Somewhere in the commotion Vanth had also landed a few bite marks in her neck and haunches, however nothing too serious. Little trails of blood trickles down her ligaments but soon dried up and began to scab. There was also a stiff feeling in her spine but she couldn't quite tell what it was, perhaps it was from the blow she was given in the beginning or the fall she allowed herself to take in the end. Harks pinned back, she snarled and threw her dial knowing her body would follow. I'm going home.



Word Count | 840
Tags | @winter with Vanth
Notes | I think this is ready to be judged, unless Vin has to post again? It's my first battle so I'm a little unsure XD
Battle Terms | Two attacks, two dodges, one week to reply. If Raiden wins, Erathel's soul is freed. If Vanth wins, then he has the choice of taking either Erathel's or Raiden's soul.

Hits- one two
Dodges- one two
Attacks-

1) Lunged at Vanth, but turned to his side and tried to kick his underbelly and also tried to bite onto his skin to possibly rip some off.
2) She reared up threateningly, not to attack, but it's possible one of her hooves could have hit him if he was close enough. She viciously kicked at him, aiming anywhere from his legs to his chest to his face, then turning around to snap and bite at his face for payback from the damage done to hers.

Injuries-

1) She has a damaged spine, but it's just like a hairline fracture. She'll notice it when she gets home and started to travel down and up the mountains and perhaps it will develop into arthritis when she becomes older.
2) On the left side of her face, there is skin torn off and blood gushing out. A little piece of skin is hanging.
3) She has a few bite marks up her neck and on her shoulders. Her legs are also going to be sore for a few days because of her holding a stiff position to keep herself up.

Dodges-

1) Vanth was charging at her and she moved to her right to avoid it.
2) NOT USING



Speech

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This can be tallied now.

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I will tally.
Waiting on judge collection: (Yes)
Judge 1 Collection: (Found)
Judge 2 Collection: (Searching)
Judge 3 Collection: (Searching)
Tally-ing Scores: (Yes/No)

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@cats, what is the status of the judging on this?

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I am tallying!

Judge One: Found & Gathered
Judge Two: Found & Gathered
Judge Three: Found & Gathered

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Roleplayer & Character: ღ ∂ιѕαѕтєя ღ w/raiden
Quality over Quantity: 14
Comments:
- Length was was long at the start, but it got better
- All of your posts were intriguing and I never lost interest while reading them, they were well executed and well thought out.
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
- No power playing or god modeling that I noticed, your posts seemed very balanced and when doing an attack you, you always left it open to see what your opponent would say on whether or not the attack landed and the severity of the attack. You also allowed yourself to sustain injuries that were equivalent to what you inflicted.
Realism of Attack: 14.5
Comments:
- Attacks were realistic, though again, I felt the attacks made exceeded two.
- Your attacks seemed to be very realistic compared to what a real equine fight might look like.
Attack Compared to Opponent: 14.5
Comments:
- Attacks were stronger than opponent's, though also needed better explanation
- Both had very strong attacks, but I felt like Raiden put much more effort into her attacks; you could see what she was fighting for!
Completion of the Form: 15
Comments: n/a
Spelling and Grammar: 14.5
Comments:
- A few errors but not a lot.

Total Score: 87.5


Roleplayer & Character: @winter w/vanth
Quality over Quantity: 13.5
Comments:
- Length was a bit long.
- For the most part, your posts were excellent and did have quality over quantity, but there were a few that ended up being a bit tedious to read, nonetheless, your posts were great for the most part.
- Each post had a decent amount of length, it wasn't overwhelmingly long and it held good quality.
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
- No power playing or god modeling that I noticed, your posts seemed very balanced and when doing an attack you, you always left it open to see what your opponent would say on whether or not the attack landed and the severity of the attack. You also allowed yourself to sustain injuries that were equivalent to what you inflicted.
Realism of Attack: 13
Comments:
- Attacks were realistic, though I felt that the attacks made exceeded two.
- I think that, for the most part, your attacks seemed to follow very realistically to what a real equine fight would look like. But there were a few attacks that I was a little iffy on whether or not it would happen during a real equine fight.
Attack Compared to Opponent: 13.5
Comments:
- Attacks were realistic, though I felt that the attacks made exceeded two
Completion of the Form: 15
Comments: n/a
Spelling and Grammar: 15
Comments: A few errors, but not a lot.

Total Score: 85



CONGRATS TO ღ ∂ιѕαѕтєя ღ with RAIDEN!!!

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