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The sun gently rose above the horizon, it's warm rays shining down on Black Rose Ravine and encouraging the birds of the land to call out in joyous songs. Summer had fully kicked in and the warmth was spread out across the land with touches of beauty here and there. Flowers were blooming, their sweet fragrant aromas masking the scents of the herd members and allowing a calm aura to drift across the terrain. Although it was pleasantly warm the land was still enshrouded in what appeared to be a protective layer of fog; it reached well up past the tallest of trees and even the large, flat rocks were mostly masked by mother nature's blanket. In the distance the bubbling of the river could be heard, but most of this was blocked out from the rushing water of the waterfall. Elena, unlike the rest of the herd members, had the privilege to sleep in the most private of caves; and of course it was also the closest to the extravagant waterfall. At the moment though she was in no mood to get up and start her day and in fact she was dreading it. She had finally just got herself settled in with her own home when she catches wind of someone trying to steal her freedom. At first she laughed, and honestly she laughed a lot. Now mind you it wasn't hysterical laughter, more so it was done out of amusement. The wench shook her skull, her long forelock falling in front of her hazel spheres as she lifted her skull off the ground. What had been even more ironic about the steal was that the very stallion who wanted the rights to her freedom had known Roman personally! This didn't necessarily bother her, if anything it just raised a couple of red flags. The alleged stallion was known as Baron, King of Terrivel Beleza who also just so happened to be the father of Roman's ex Queen, emphasis on the ex. Elena could sense some family drama here, and she had been all for staying completely out of it! But it appeared that wasn't going to happen, especially considering her rights were what was being thrown around currently. Her long ebony dipped appendages were tucked gently underneath her but it didn't take long for her to stretch them out in order to stand. Before long she was standing at her full height of eighteen point three hands, which also made it obvious that she wasn't one to be played with. Elena had heard most of the timeline from Roman on what had went down between Colette and him, and she damn well thought this was a specific hit to Black Rose Ravine. If they wanted some type of revenge then fine, but by doing so they would also be placing one hell of a target on their back. A delicate smirk curved the edges of her lips at the thought; they wanted to play the game dirty then she would play it even harder. Until this she had been all about staying out of it and minding her own business, but now it involved her and she wasn't just going to stand on the sidelines and watch. She moved forward with ease, taking her time as she exited the cave. She could hear the rushing of the water even before she approached it and soon enough the waterfall came into view. Small droplets of water sprang onto her pelt, darkening it in places more so then others. She reached her muzzle out to gently run through the water and then tossed her cranium, allowing the water to run down her fore appendages a bit. For now this would provide some cooling relief from the sun, but from what she had heard about the battle grounds that wouldn't last long. Continuing down the path she wished her home lands goodbye as she made her way out of Black Rose Ravine. Weaving through the trees she let her nasal passages inhale the scent of her surroundings one last time; this was just incase she shouldn't return tonight. Either way Roman knew that he had nothing to worry about, her loyalties remained the same and this petty little fight would not change that.

Pushing off her strong hind pistons she moved forward into a beautiful thrice beat, her large daggers digging into the ground for more traction. Elena wouldn't be rushing to get there, but at the same time she needed to warm up and get her muscles loose. Each leg pulled and released like a well-oiled machine as she charged forward, her long banner swiping against her curvaceous flanks. Her cranium was held high and she had to squint her eyes in order to avoid being blinded by the sun's rays. Already the heat was extreme in comparison to her home land and she wasn't even half way to the battlefield yet. A small layer of sweat gathered on her hide, meanwhile veins popped out here and there. Let's see if my hot date is waiting for me.. She mused to herself before moving into a canter. Her limbs extended, taking up even more ground as she made her way closer to her destination. It wasn't long before the heat became staggering and she was almost positive that she was near the battlegrounds. Her muscles contracted as she pulled her hind end beneath her in order to slow down on the drop of a dime. She stood completely still for a moment as she took in the sand beneath her hooves, the cliffs around her, and the dry cracked terrain. It was almost like she was placed in a bowl with no definite way out. She let out a small breath of air before she moved forward, the sand shifting lightly beneath her hooves. Bones lay scattered here and there and the dry smell of blood reached her nares. Elena wasn't stupid, she knew she wouldn't be coming out of here unscathed. But with hard work, perhaps she would come out the victor and with the very stallion who challenged for her tagging at her heels. She moved onward before coming to a halt in a neutral zone on the terrain. The ground seemed relatively flat enough and there would be no advantages which is exactly what she was aiming for. She stood calmly waiting for Baron to arrive, only slightly aware of his appearance from what she had been told by Roman. She expected an ebony hellhound a bit shorter then herself, with white points on his body. She let her hazel spheres roam the horizon until the form of the stranger came into view. She arched an invisible brow curiously before she let her smooth vocals call out across the distance. So nice of you to join me, shall we get this show on the road? Though I was really hoping you would take me out for dinner first.. She mused before she moved forward, her muscles flexing perfectly. Her harks pinned backward naturally and she quickened her pace, eager to get the ball rolling. After all it was ladies first was it not? She counted the steps in her head and it only took about five strides before she was upon him. She planned on colliding directly with the brute, her broad chest aimed to ram him. If he decided to take this collision it would affect her as well, but she wouldn't mind the minor bruising she would receive from this. Her pearly enamels bared as she snapped at the pliant flesh on Baron's face and on his neck relatively close to his jugular. A large cloud of dust was kicked up around them and just as soon as she was there she was gone, meanwhile she kicked up more sand and dirt behind her. Sweat dripped from her body here and there and she kept her skull raised as she kept her eyes on him. This would be an interesting game of cat and mouse and she was more then ready to see what he was capable of, though at the moment she couldn't see if any of her attacks had been successful hits. Elena supposed she would wait for the dust to settle first in order for her to find out and determine her next set of attacks.



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Name: Elena
Breed: Belgian x Clydesdale x Gypsy Vanner x Friesian x Lustiano x Shire x Swedish Warmblood x Thoroughbred
Age: 2 1/2 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 18.3 Hands
Alliance: Dark
Mental Health: 100%
Physical Health: 100%
Terms: 3 hits 0 dodges with 5 days to reply and no minimum/maximum word count. If Elena wins she gets her freedom as well as Baron's, if she loses Baron gains her freedom for 2 weeks.
Attacks: 1, 2, 3
001. Planned on colliding head on with Baron by ramming her chest into him and while doing so she aimed to rip skin from his face and neck.
Dodges: None Used
Injuries: None yet
Notes: Good luck dear!

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x. Stupidity. The world was absolutely rank with it. It seemed like every time he pulled oxygen into his lungs, his nares prickled with stupidity. Like a toxic fume it made his lungs shiver, his throat close, and his fine facade contort into a mask of pure disgust. Evolution had failed in some respects, he honestly couldn't fathom how certain individuals could function.  There were also situations where he swore just thinking about somebody fucking moronic was enough to kill his own brain cells. Either that or make them commit suicide to avoid firing neurones about a particular idiot. Baron's 'Number One Idiot of Today' happened to be an ebony, complete goddamn ejaculation of fuckery named R0man Num3ral5. If there was one skull Baron wanted to bash in, it would be the bald faced one belonging to his former son-in-law. Former, because Baron's daughter had been miserable in his care. His beautiful, strong, talented daughter wasted on a fat bastard who'd rather fuck whores than treat her like a queen. That didn't fly, not for one single solitary moment did that fly. Baron had approved of R0man initially, when Colette had brought him home to Terrivel Beleza. The ebonite king had long ago come to the understanding that no stallion would ever be good enough for any of his daughters, and ever since he'd forced himself to lower his standards. He didn't want his girls to be unhappy, he didn't want them to be alone, and he didn't want them to shun him from their lives because he refused to let them have the one they loved. It was hard to really know another equine from one very brief meeting. A meeting that ended with Colette's ban from the lands she'd been born in for disrespecting both himself and his Queen at the time. Baron hated himself for that one occasion where he'd picked a woman over his duties as a father. He was supposed to have patience, tolerance, resolve, and an unwavering love for the foals he'd given life to. He'd let Colette down, and she'd suffered for it.

Having no where else to go, his daughter endured her own heartsickness and raised her twins like the classy mare he and her mother had raised her to be. When he went to visit her after their long, long separation her outer strength had broken away and she'd sobbed against him like a child. And it was with those hot tears, those strained breaths, and the sound of her voice as she filled him in on her unhappy life where Baron came to a fast decision. He was going to kick is ex son-in-law so hard in the balls that R0man would cough up his own scrotum. Nobody, absolutely nofuckingbody, made one of his kids feel as shitty and worthless as how R0man made Colette feel. Baron didn't give a single fuck if R0man had his own story, or if R0man thought he was justified. Such things did not matter. He'd broken Colette's heart, and he'd pay for it out the ass one way or another. Baron had taken his daughter home to Terrivel Beleza, promptly made her the Queen, and was happy to report she had an active social life and flourished in her new position. Her wellbeing came before revenge, and now that Baron was confident his daughter was on the mend he could turn his attention to making R0man's life a living hell. Picking the new skank R0man had effortlessly replaced Colette with seemed like the best place to start, no matter how obvious a place it might be. And then there was R0man, crying like a little bitch and making the girl fight for herself. Pathetic. Even if Baron lost he'd happily sit in a cell and laugh his ass off because it sure as fuck wasn't R0man who put him there. And hell, he could beat the shit out of R0man in his own cells instead of on the battlefield if that was how the stupid prick wanted it. Either way seemed like a win to Baron, and he never took his own mortality into consideration when in these situations. He felt invincible when he was angry, remained undefeated, and needed to come back down to planet Earth for a spell so he could sober up on some humility and keep his wits about him.

 Baron had been awake long before the sun snuck up over the horizon and bathed Terrivel Beleza in an unearthly yellow glow. He'd taken care of his morning routes and paid overnight visits to his young children in the event he didn't see them for a number of weeks. Sael had clung to his limb like a little striped burr and begged his father to let him come too. The colt was still painfully young, wide-eyed, and utterly fascinated about anything that had to do with battle and gore. Baron preferred to think of it that way instead of how much his son adored him and didn't want him to leave. Thinking of that alternative pulled on his heart too much and distracted his mind away from the  child he had to avenge. He had not told Colette what he was up to, only that he'd be away for the day and possibly longer. If he lost she'd find out soon enough. The inked hellion knew the Queen would not be impressed, and it was better not to worry her and potentially have a nice chunky surprise for her at the end of the day. With his lands, children, and duties behind him his daggers found a path toward the battlefield. His poll dropped and his whiskers tickled the dry terrain as his back stretched and his hindquarters overreached his front steps at an easy, free-moving walk. Then, once his cold muscles had begun to loosen he picked up a more strenuous routine for the remaining journey. His pristine hide flashed in the daylight when he brought his chin closer to his broad chest, lifting his topline and engaging his backend. The muscle groups along his nape grew warm while the thick muscle at the very pinnacle of his neck flexed effortlessly from side to side as he flexed his frame from left to right. He loosened his jowls, foam forming on his velveted lips whilst his tongue seemed to almost play with an imaginary bit. in reality it was to encourage his own relaxation as the absolute ecstasy of motion flowed through each of his body's systems. His ribcage suppled, haunches tipping in one way and and then out the other. His hips and hocks did not stick in any rotation of either joint, banner flicking eagerly. More, more, more. 

The majority of his power came from his hindquarters when he launched himself forward at a trot. Small steps first, establishing a solid and easy collection before his massive raven shoulders extended the reach of his stride. The lines of his conformation knew no flaws, from the tip of his nose to the dock of his tail Baron was breathtaking. He was at peace with the body he'd been born in, the body he'd trained and learned so well. It was a magical thing to be able to strike perfection, to know and feel it in your blood the way you felt air in your lungs. It was like having wings. The Thoroughbred stallion's gait changed into a smooth, rolling canter. Each step that graced the ground light and more of a caress than a pound. His banner lashed from side to side as he swapped one lead for the other, the light foam on his maw dripping down his chest as he worked and warmed himself up for what would be a strenuous day. He brought himself down to an active walk, his framed posture and muscles still engaged as he crossed into the battlefield and began to search for his competitor. His opponent was a female that went by the name of Elena, instead of her chicken King. Women could be brutal on the battlefield, every bit as brutal as a male could be. Baron would have strength on his side if he was facing a foe that wasn't a solid six inches taller than himself and composed of draft blood. Baron had yet to meet Elena formally or otherwise, but he'd be dedicating a good chunk of his day to dancing with her as each of them tested their skills against the idea of losing their freedom.The grulla behemoth was easy to spot. Why she'd picked to battle in a dish he had no idea, but he'd take the advantage she'd be giving him. There was a finite space to brawl in before the slopes closed you in and threatened your footing. As the smaller of the two he'd have more room to work with in comparison to her larger, thicker figure. 

He slipped down into her selected domain, the heat a haze around him. The very lightest of sweats coated his physique, beading on his hues but not affecting his cool, clear mind. This was a young girl, he wondered if she knew how to use her size or if she was clumsy on her plate-sized daggers and thick trunks for legs. And what of her mind? With her lack of worldly experience did she have a strategy in her brain or was she planning to just see how the fight went? Her large but feminine facade gave away her youth, along with the lack of scars and the scent of a barely sexually mature specimen. He came to a square halt several feet away while he scrutinized her for weaknesses. So nice of you to join me, shall we get this show on the road? Though I was really hoping you would take me out for dinner first. Her words were heavy on the hot air. Baron barely paid attention to her, because as much as she could flatter herself and think he wanted her because she had something  desirable that simply wasn't the case. He wanted her because he wanted to fuck with R0man, she was neither a sexually viable candidate nor something he'd consider pretty to have in his lands. She was a pawn, and he wanted her chicken King in check. The Queen was on his side of the board, considering R0man had lost her. His larynx offered no reply to the mare, choosing to spare the moisture that wetted his mouth for dealing with the sweltering conditions. Elena wasted no time in starting the blood waltz, her war face probably  just as terrifying as her sex face was when R0man stuck his dick up her ass. Her steps shook the terrain he stood on while she hurled at him with even, ground devouring strides. It was hard not to brace back when such a monster was baring down on you, but to brace would add  strain to rattled bones and bruised tissue at the inevitable collision. Instead Baron's pliable figure lurched and altered slightly toward her, the solidity of his shoulder taking the brunt of her assault  as he angled his bodice and felt his daggers slide back against the dust and sand. He'd take a push backward and a bruise over a broken rib any day of the week.  His nape snaked back as her ivories tore at the front half of him, lessening her chance of ripping out his jugular. It would be senseless for him to attempt to massacre her face, to try and leap up and reach her only to give her premium access to his soft underbelly so she could gut him like a fish. Instead he focused his counter attack on her front left knee. He fired a strike at the joint with a fast forelimb, his crown reaching to rip at her ribs. Hitting a knee dead on could damage the joint capsule, filling it with blood and serum and at least partially incapacitating that leg. Inflammation would be next to immediate if he did his job right, which in turn would weaken that side and make the bitch slower and more volnerable.There was nothing he could reach with his ivories that would do anything but leave a scratch on her chest, nape, or shoulder. A ripped open side, on the other hand, would stiffen her whole core with bruised muscle and raw flesh.

The pair of them seemed to jump apart at the same moment, Baron’s nimble Thoroughbred frame ducking down and away in case she opted to try and kick his skull in on her way back to the sidelines. Dust began to settle, clinging to his moist hide and he narrowed his single hazel void in an ill attempt to see what damage he’d managed to inflict, if any. His own blood dripped steadily down from a laceration she’d made above his missing eye that stretched up to his poll. Half of his forelock was matter with blood and crimson ran down through the empty, scarred socket; juicy tears of salt and iron cascading down his handsome façade. About midway down his throat there was another bite, shallow from his attempt to protect his jugular, bleeding lightly down his chest. His shoulder ached vaguely under the shroud of adrenaline that consumed his body, but it was a bruise that would hurt more tomorrow. Her grulla hide hid itself well behind the dust, and he would not go blindly hurling himself into it when he couldn’t see precisely where she was. However, he also wouldn’t give her adolescent mind the time she might require to formulate another series of attacks, as soon as her massive outline appeared through the heat and sand he propelled himself forward as quick and soundless as a viper. His bodice bent to her right side, his partially airborne figure in the protective U-shape to avoid her ivories a little better as he ducked around to tear at the tendons along the back of her hind leg. His own back hooves shot backward at her face as he did so, but his main focus was mangling her other leg. The tendons he could damage were numerous and could leave her unable to put a fair amount of weight down. If he’d injured her right knee like he hoped he had, pair that with another incapacitated limb and he might have a good shot at a victory.

Name- Baron
Breed- Thoroughbred
Age- 9
Gender- Stallion
Height- 17.1hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- Physical: 100% 93%  Mental: 100%
Terms- 3 hits 0 dodges with 5 days to reply and no minimum/maximum word count. If Elena wins she gets her freedom as well as Baron's for two weeks, if she loses Baron gains her freedom for 2 weeks.
Attacks- 1, 2, 3
1. Counter-attacked her front right knee with a strike using a front leg while biting at the right side of her ribcage. 
2. Attacked her left side, aiming teeth at her left hind tendons below the hock and bucking back toward her head. 
Dodges- 0
Injuries- Semi-large open wound leading from above left eye socket to poll, shallow bite midway down throat. 


 [Tag;  @horsehuggr  with Elena]
[Words;; 2467]
[Muse;; Good]
[Notes;;  Best of luck to you as well <3]

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The heat was sweltering as she stood allowing the seconds to tick by. It was no secret that Baron was a looker, she had heard that from many different equines. He was one of Wild Equines most eligible bachelors, but Elena wasn't concerned about that. She wasn't focused on sex or babies when she herself hadn't even turned three yet. Her young life had been so focused on tracking down her deadbeat father that she didn't have the time to think about a happy family or even settling down for that matter. In a way Elena held a small bit of respect toward Baron, simply because he was indeed a good father and was only looking out for his daughter. She could respect that he was defending her honor, but it was just unfortunate that he was seeing only one side of the story. Roman had explained mostly everything that she needed to know, and that had been enough for her. He had given her the position as Queen simply because she had a good head on her shoulders, not for sex or anything else of that nature. In fact she thought of them being more so best friends then anything else, and that was fine by her. He as a polygamous stallion took more then one mare to breed with, and that wasn't necessarily unusual. It didn't bother her in the slightest considering she wasn't interested in any of that just yet and wouldn't be for a little while yet. Her hazel spheres flickered back to Baron, trying to remain focused. It was clear that he was probably ten times more experienced then her, so she would be going completely off of instinct. She would try and retaliate with strong attacks and hopefully she would get lucky enough to maim him in order to slow him down. It wasn't long before the two equines were clashing, her broad chest digging into him as she shoved him a few paces backward. During this process she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her front right knee cap as one of his limbs made contact with her piston. She ground her teeth to ignore the pain and soon after his teeth were grazing the skin across her ribcage. Not long after they were separating and she was left to deal with the pain and squint through the layer of dust. She tested the forelimb and found that it was in fact either heavily bruised or injured; at the moment she could only feel it swelling and it immediately threw up a red flag for her. It appeared Baron was also injured, but by no means not hardly as bad as herself. This irritated her slightly but this wasn't unexpected, she knew he was experienced going into this and she wasn't about to back down now. Her tail swiped against her flanks and she could feel the small droplets of blood running down her side. The damage he had inflicted upon her side wasn't nearly as horrible as the pain spasms going up her right foreleg at the moment. Elena did not want to dwell on the pain though and thankfully Baron did not give her a whole lot of time to focus on this. Soon he was back upon her, his body bowed in a u-shape as his ivories came to reach out for her. Elena darted forward, being careful to put weight on that front limb, and could just feel as his teeth clamped onto her left hind leg. During this process his hind end lifted, and miraculously just missed giving her a good smack in the face. Thankfully her skull had been raised so she had avoided the hit, but he did still manage to make contact with her left shoulder blade. Elena wasn't chicken shit by any means and she seemed to take his blows one after the other. But just as soon as he was throwing hits she was baring down upon him. Her hind pistons kicked up a large cloud of dust and sand in hopes of impairing his vision a bit, meanwhile she swung herself around to face his left side. With as much force as she could muster she aimed to collide with the brute, meanwhile those heavy fore daggers lashed out.

Elena had been aiming for his ribcage, but more importantly that left shoulder blade. If she could manage to sneak a good blow in there then perhaps she could dislocate it and slow this guy down a bit. At the moment he had quite an advantage on her considering her right forelimb was indeed injured, though the extent of the injury was still unknown to her. She had been hoping that his fury would blind him during this battle, but that appeared as though it wouldn't be happening. Baron seemed clear minded and straight to the point, as was she. This was her freedom she was fighting for and she wasn't about to just give him the win! Her auditories were pinned tightly to her skull as she danced away from him, her gait obviously uneven with the new limp she had gained. She could not tell whether or not her blows had affected him in any way and the truth of the matter was that the dust hadn't even settled yet. She stood a few feet away, her nares flaring slowly as she inhaled the stagnant air that now held the musky scent of blood in it. Her injuries stung due to sweat and blood mingling and she finally could feel the injury in her left hind. He had managed to clip the skin which was indeed causing irritation, but this was mild in comparison to that front limb. Her shoulder blade was also slightly bruised due to the kick and she could feel the muscle tightening up on her. This was no good and she wouldn't allow that to happen. Elena wasted no time to begin pacing, she didn't intend on standing still this time when he came toward her. She kept her hazel spheres glued on him like a cat watching a mouse. She was injured but she wasn't dead and she had a lot of fight left in her. It really was a shame that they had to meet on these terms; Baron could have been a good mentor though it was obvious that would never happen. His hatred toward Roman was obvious and she had been lumped into that category as well due to association. Dark equines really could be petty at times. She kept her skull raised though not too high incase he should aim for her sensitive jugular. She counted the minutes in her head, knowing that by any second now he would be coming at her again.




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Name: Elena
Breed: Belgian x Clydesdale x Gypsy Vanner x Friesian x Lustiano x Shire x Swedish Warmblood x Thoroughbred
Age: 2 1/2 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 18.3 Hands
Alliance: Dark
Mental Health: 100%
Physical Health: 87%
Terms: 3 hits 0 dodges with 5 days to reply and no minimum/maximum word count. If Elena wins she gets her freedom as well as Baron's, if she loses Baron gains her freedom for 2 weeks.
Attacks: 1, 2, 3
001. Planned on colliding head on with Baron by ramming her chest into him and while doing so she aimed to rip skin from his face and neck.
002. Tried to collide with Baron's ribcage and use the force of her weight to injure it, meanwhile her fore daggers lashed out in hopes of dislocating his left shoulder blade.
Dodges: None Used
Injuries:
001. Damaged joint capsule in her right front knee. At the moment there is severe swelling which is making movement with that leg difficult. There is also a small laceration on the right side of her ribcage which is bleeding.
002. About a three inch laceration above her left hind hock which will eventually hinder movement, she also has a mild abrasion on her left shoulder.
Notes: Your posts are wayyy too intimidating xD o.o

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So I'm on anti-depressants/ anti-anxiety pills that were working... and then the past few days have been sort of hell. My muse is basically toast. Since I challenged and can't finish you win by default. I'm going to take a brief hiatus (shouldn't be long) and then I will post Baron for Elena in Black Rose Ravine. 

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Aw okay dear! I hope everything gets better for you soon and I really did enjoy our battle thread together =] I look forward to having Baron and Elena meet up outside the battlegrounds.