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Name- Serenity Breed- Thoroughbred Age- 9 Gender- Mare Height- 16.3hh Alliance- Dark Health- 100% - physical, 100% - mental x. The day had started off pretty, with a jolly blue sky and a perfectly round orange sun. Yet by midmorning the sky had started to darken. Clouds as grey and deep as the ocean closed in around the Helkaer lands of Katania, and with them came a drop in temperature and an increase of wind. Tree branches whipped wildly with exceptionally strong gusts, birds flew for cover, and wildlife scurried to their respective holes and nests. Ripples of water blew from the surface of the river, and blades of grass bent backward on themselves. The horizon split open with electric fingers as lightning touched down a few miles away, and the earth shook with the booming drums of thunder. The air was tense and fresh, just like the essa whose lungs it filled. Serenity, or Marlohe as her fellow Helkaer called her, stood in the very middle of a lush field of heather.  The soft purple flowers tickled at her cornets; a sensation that went unnoticed. Tendrils of black forelock interrupted an emotionless amber stare that watched the lightning. Dark and dappled harks lay back against her sculpted tiara in a stance that was more aggressive than neutral. Wind twirled up her ebonite limbs and slapped her gossamer hide as effectively as a butterfly might assault a towering oak tree. She did not give, absorbing ever  violent gust like a formidable rock would absorb the sea's crashing waves. The Thoroughbred goddess dared the rain to come, she dared it to bask her hide in its sweet glory and fuck up her plans for the afternoon. Her jaw was set in a firm line, thick lashes brushing the very tops of her cheekbones as she blinked in an unimpressed manner. Serenity's lips parted and enamels snapped tightly together, almost like she was attempting to deter a foe instead of merely express her increasing displeasure with the weather situation. At last the rumbling ceased in the distance, the sky grew still, and slowly the dark clouds faded away like smoke. She realized then that she hadn't been breathing, and steadily she inhaled a long, smooth breath. Today would be her day, then. With that storm vanishing came a storm of a different variety. She would've gone to the battlefield with the rain, she would've gone during a fucking tornado if that's what it took. The mare, with beauty enough to rival the beauty of life itself, had her fired amber spheres set on something that she would not forfeit under any circumstance including death.  Her strides brought her forward to find the path that would guide her to the battlefield. She left the lands of the Helkaer far behind her, they were but a cry in the distance compared to where her true loyalties lie. The churning sky gave way to a little bit of sunshine, and it caught the golden dapples on her bodice as her silken hide flashed with warming muscles. At first glance, she would appear to be stunning and nothing else. There was nothing about her outer appearance that suggested she had ever been on a battlefield other than as a spectator while men duelled for her attention. No one would venture that she'd had her blood shed or shed another's blood. And throughout her life in the vast lands of Wild Equines, she hadn't stepped into a violent light such as that of the battlefield. She had fought  verbally before, yes, out of anger and out of honour. She had uttered threats that she would have certainly made good on if they had been ignored and her patience had been further tested. Serenity was a Helkaer mare, which indicated danger just in itself, yet still this would be her first time to actually duel. Her reasons were not for the Brotherhood, in fact she doubted her fellow members would even approve of the reason why she walked nimbly to war over the stallion she  had picked.  She had picked him late, perhaps, but still she picked him. Him, in all of his volatile glory. Him, the only sire her body had let her carry children for. Him, whose name only had to be uttered to make her womanhood tighten. Him, the reason for every fluctuation that trembled in her chest. Him, Gino, the love of her life that she had not called her love in years. Serenity would not let him go, no matter what he did or said. Being without him was simply more than she could do, and fighting for him was a privilege that belonged to nobody else but her. No delusional slut could take her place to win his freedom and prove without a tremor of a doubt that she was in love with him. Fire flowed through her veins as her steps picked up a bit of speed and her nimble physique danced over the well-beaten path in a careful trot. She went through stretches, dropping her poll and loosening the muscles that lined her spine. Her hips and shoulders became fluid as she tipped them one way and then another, and her hindquarters and swan-like nape engaged as she brought her chin closer to her chest and became a true picture of equine wonder at a rolling canter.  Her dark bay hide, christened with highlights of treasure, was pristine and without a flaw. She held no scars of her past, only a sultry canvas for her future. Serenity knew little about the opponent she'd be facing today, but odds were he'd be the first to give her a scar or two. His name was Hatchet, that she did know, and he was a light who stood shorter than herself. His tapestry was rumoured to be champagne and pearl, but his age was an unknown and his experience just as much of a secret. She would not worry herself with him until he stood before her, although she wasn't stupid enough to underestimate him. Carbon expelled steadily into the atmosphere through rose-hued nares, her heart rate increasing as she crossed the boarders and introduced herself to the battlefield. It was a dry wasteland that stunk heavily of blood and decay in the better used portions of terrain. Serenity avoided them, her pace slowing to a walk as she sought out something that would be suitable for her colosseum. Uneven ground was best avoided, as much as she wouldn't mind compromising the footing of her opponent she didn't want to fuck herself over either. Hills she avoided for similar reasons, eventually bringing all four daggers to a square halt in front of a flat valley. It was absent of huge rocks or brush, and there was enough green foliage to suggest that dust would be limited. Serenity cleared her throat, flicking her elegant banner from hip to hip as she studied the lands she'd chosen. After a handful of seconds she lifted her velveted mug to let out her siren's call. Hatchet. His name was like a hiss as it left her tongue. She hoped he'd show his face sooner rather than later, her body itched for the violence her mind had promised. Everything around her was quiet, even the wind had stopped and remained still. Her fine features were hard with determination, her withers twitching anxiously. She was a racehorse in the starter's gate, fidgeting and eager to do what she'd been born to do. Only racehorses were born to race, and Serenity was born to be Gino's.  Words: 1268 Muse: Good Music: None Tagged: @winter with Hatchet Hits: 2 Dodges: 1 Notes: Terms are 2 hits and 1 dodge, with one week to reply and no word limit. This battle is to determine the freedom of Gino played by @racer.