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IT'S A CRUEL DEMON'S FATE

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when the shadows remain
in the light of day
on the wings of darkness
he'll retaliate
he'll be falling from grace
until the end of all his days

Name- Ra'Zac
Breed- Lippitt Morgan
Age- 5½ Years
Gender- Stallion
Height- 15.2hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100% Physical, 100% Mental
Rules- Two battle posts each, no word limit. Two hits, no dodges, three days to reply between posts.
Prize(s)- Winner gets possession of Grimvorne's lands. If Ra'Zac wins, he also gets Contagion's Queen, Boadicea. If Contagion wins, Ra'Zac becomes his slave.

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The silence that perforated the nocturnal scene was broken by the clashing echoes of the virile's talon-falls. With only the light of the lunar orb to guide him Ra'Zac made his way to the war grounds, a steady-going rendition of a lope bringing him further towards his destination. He had long forgotten how many times he'd made this voyage down to the blood-soaked lithosphere. The clashes just seemed to blend together nowadays; each one had been just one failure after failure. Perhaps he would've been better off staying in his sire's old lands, but where would the fun in that be? Thundering knives cut into the dew soaked loam, leaving scarring cracks in Hell's roof as he continued on. In his trek his bodice broke through a passing northeastern zephyr, the chilly ungues scraping down his sensitive hide and chilling the nerves below his swarthy jacket. The sensations sent his entire barrel trembling with unsuppressed shivers. It was unusually frigid tonight; though that a boon for a dark coated mongrel like Ra'Zac. Summer weather and darker shades never really got along, and the risk of heat exhaustion was rendered non-existent with the fall of the evening. Ra'Zac would have no trouble sparring in these conditions, though he seriously doubted that Contagion would have any problems either.

The resonance of his daggers beating against the terrain began to grow louder, and the lunar light slowly started to flood the emptying area. With each step he was trading tall trees and lush grass for a forsaken desert, the earth beneath his weight slowly becoming more cracked and dried the further he went. A rush of excitement and familiarly filled the brute's breast. It was a good feeling to know that not all things had to change; the battlegrounds were more a home to Ra'Zac than any place had ever been. To step foot back into them and smell the same scent of blood and decay was no small pleasure. No doubt there were a few changes, a couple new skeletal remains here and there and whatnot, but other than that it looked exactly the same. The steady lope Ra'Zac had kept up since leaving Grimvorne and Contagion behind him came to a halt in the middle of the scarred topography. Before he chose the terrain by which this gladiatorial match would take place, he'd allow himself a moment to soak the atmosphere. Beneath the moonlit heavens, and without tree or greenery in sight, the silver light bathed the dusty floor with a luminescent glow. Rocky outcrops and bleached marrow skeletons cast long shadows against the open, silent spectators to the upcoming event. Perfect.

Standing firm on all four appendi, Ra'Zac allowed himself a deep settling breath, his barrel expanding and contracting in a relaxing sigh while his left hind pistons cocked behind him, tongue licking his velvets in silent contemplation. He supposed this area was as good as any; there were no rocks on the surface, but the bleached remains of equines and other animals lay strewn over the terrain. Trip hazards that would make this fight interesting to say the least. The battleground selected, the only thing left was to await for his competitor's arrival. If he'd come at all.

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Notes: Yep, still suck at starters. -.-'
Word Count: 539
Muse: Pretty decent.

Hits: one two
Dodges: ---

Attacks: Has not attacked yet.
Injuries: No injuries received.

CODED BY ELECTRIC OF SHINE

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Is this being dropped or just put on hold until after your battle with Secret? @snowy

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ooc: We can put it on hold until the battle is judged. If Ra'Zac wins, we can continue, if Serenity wins we can drop it. Sound good? Raven

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I'm fine with reopening this as you messaged me saying Secret dropped the thread.
I will however give myself the three days allowed to reply starting today.
I should have a reply up tomorrow though.

@snowy

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ooc: That's fine. <3 And I can't wait.

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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
Physical Health- 100% 
Mental Health- 70%
Terms- Two hits, no dodges, three days to reply, if Ra'Zac wins he gets Grimvorne and Boadicea, if Contagion wins he keeps Grimvorne and gets Ra'Zac as a slave.

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CONTAGION ! 

WIP.










WORD COUNT | ----
TAGGED | Snowy with Ra'Zac - will tag when finished
MUSE | falala
NOTES | Too much going on, not enough time in my day.

HITS | One Two
ATTACKS | 1) blep
INJURIES | None

[A z z y]

Repetitive thuds hit the pliant topography with a steady thrice beat, her inferno hued pelt glistened under the illuminated atmosphere, adding an ethereal glow to her curvacious cinnamon carcass, darkening the shadows of her lustrous contours. Arching her toned curvature, muscles and ligaments simultaneously pulled her serpent towards her bosom. A harsh expel of carbon appeared in visible twin jets from her nasal passages, steady puffs highlighting her path as she followed a particular scent. Contagion had willingly accepted her pleas to take this battle, despite the knowledge that the lad would more likely than not blaspheme him for being cowardice, sending a lady to a man's duty, yet it was a price he was willing to accept. Boadicea had left soon after the discussion, her fire stained corpse brushed briefly against her comrade before making a quick exit, escaping the emotional good byes, both consciously aware of what hung in the balance, their home, her life...it all meant a little too much. Mentally drenching herself, the temptress continued on her voyage, the scent of the cunt still strong in her nares, leaving a bitter taste at the back of her throat. Boadicea was not going to be taken alive, she would not willingly hand herself and her lands over to this youth from a foreign land, oh hell no. A defiant snort escaped her velvet veneered mug, slowing herself to a halt as the trail of stench and half crescents came to a slower pace, winding through rocks and cliffs - an additional threat to limbs she could not lose. Boadicea inhaled heavily, thin layers of epithelium slid over her malachite voids as the adrenaline that course through her blood, weaving an intricate tapestry though her body, momentarily heightened, her pupils dilating as her body was suddenly activated on the natural poison. The inferno hued temptress became a heat seeking missile, weaving through the labyrinth of rocks and debris, her knives cracking on the rock, splintering into dust as she easily made her way towards her nemesis.

The moon dangled precariously above them on an invisible thread, suspended amongst an inky black stratosphere with barely visible pin pricks of light surrounding it. A cool breeze rattled down her spinal column, the muscles below her pelt softened a fraction - the travel to the battlegrounds had warmed her enough to prepare her body to receive and deliver blows, yet not enough to release a sweat. Ascending up the rocky slopes, Boadicea allowed the moon to guide her, her gaze soon falling over the obsidian beast. The familiar metallic tang resounded in her chasms, causing her to subliminally grind her dentals against one another as she rolled her tongue against the roof of her mandibles - a bad habit as she idly plucked the skin from her inner cheeks, the hot iron liquid inseminated her saliva, mingling with her fluids, driving her to a steady halt. Boadicea allowed her malachite voids to roll over the surroundings before slowly, almost painfully, onto him. He was smaller than her in stature, nothing exceptional to look at with a slight glimmer of uncertainty. Smirking to herself, the Valkyrie meandered forwards, deftly avoiding the bones that were strewn over the topography, yet memorizing their position should she require the ability to dance over them. Clearing her throat, the rust stained temptress announced her presence to the demon.

Shame. I'd have hoped you could have the decency to tidy this shit hole up. Yet at the same time, I'd hoped for a worthy adversary; not some colt just off the tit...but whatever.

She muttered, mock disappointment hung in her tones like venom, threatening to unleash the seven circles of hell upon this runt. Boadicea was neither phased nor perplexed by her opponent - he was a nobody. There may have been a glimmer of fear should he had won any previous battles, yet word on the grape vine was he wasn't too good at that either. A deviant smirk lingered on her facade as she danced closer, her hocks flexing under her as she glided gently towards him, an almost unearthly movement that would have belonged to a ghost or a shadow beast, not a war machine. Boadicea encircled him once, summing him up with little regard, just giving her the time to calculate, to allow herself under his skin. Allowing a small smirk to cross her labium, Boadicea dropped her gaze to the dusted floor, moving towards to him, sliding against his body like a reptile. Time seemed to stand still, her lids closing briefly as she moved her body against his, winding past his haunches and along his side with ease, inhaling his putrid scent, her nares quivered as she sliced her tendrils against his hide, tickling his underbelly and nether regions.

Such a shame...


She whispered into his lobes, hot breath burning the tender flesh before she tore away from him, her mass shifting onto hind pillars. With one fell swoop, her pearly whites were aimed at his poll, clamping down on either flesh or tresses, she was unsure - yet with an unrelenting fury she shook her nape, her goal to rip and tear the connective tissue of his axis. Boadicea danced sideways, twisting her body on her hind pillars before landing sweetly on the illuminated topography, swinging her hind quarters away from him, standing head on. A small chuckle escaped her as she awaited his return attack with open arms, the waning moonlight was a beam upon them as they took center stage, her jaw raised defiantly as she caught his gaze. Every fiber of her being screamed at him to give her his best shot. The inferno stained temptress allowed a victorious chuckle to roll from her esophagus, if he thought he was getting out of this alive, he was wrong. Boadicea jerked her mass towards the heavens as the adrenaline pumped through her, the intricate web of veins and arteries burned within her from the intensity, her limbs ached from the fire within her, waiting for him to strike his first blow. A small snarl vibrated from deep within her, daring him, begging him to continue.


Name- Boadicea
Breed- Hanoverian x Andalusian
Age- 7 Years
Gender- Mare
Height- 17.1hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100% Physical, 100% Mental
Rules- Two battle posts each, no word limit. Two hits, no dodges, three days to reply between posts.
Prize(s)- Winner gets possession of Grimvorne's lands. If Ra'Zac wins, he also gets Contagion's Queen, Boadicea. If Boadicea wins, Ra'Zac becomes her slave.

Attacks: 1, 2
One - reared up at his shoulder, attempted to bite down on his poll area. her aim is to damage the nerves and ligaments of his axial joint which could lead to future problems with carriage, movement and flexion.



[Tag;; @snowy]
[Words;; 1034]
[Muse;; awesome]
[Notes;; Raven has asked me to take this as she doesn't feel up to it right now. The rules, Ts&Cs are the same.]

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▹ Time seemed to creep by at a snail's pace. Under the glare of the lunar satellite, the resting grounds of the multitudes were bleached a ghostly white, the remnants of the deceased casting long shadows over the roof of Hell that grew with each passing second. Empty voids of pitch turned heavenward, visage tilting slightly upward with the slightest movement of the beast's muscular serpentine. The stars had forsaken their place beneath Nyx's blanket hours beforehand, leaving the atmosphere completely vacant save for the radiance of the hunter's moon. The eerie silence was all encompassing, still as the grave yet ringing louder than thunder in his audits; the calm before the coming storm. Ra'Zac had been out of the game for a while, yes, but he never forgot the cues that led to a war, and right now it was as though all of heaven and earth were holding their breath in anticipation. A single scythe lifted from its resting place on a bent appendage, the muscles beneath the ebony sleeve stretching the limb out and bringing it down with great force, scarring the topography beneath like a predator's claw through flesh in brash impatience. He'd left the entrance of Grimvorne first, but that fool should've been right behind him. It shouldn't be taking this long to show up.

▹ Still, with only the soulless to witness him, the peace gave Ra'Zac a chance to reflect, something he'd not allowed himself to do for a while. Leaving the public eye had been a spur of the moment choice, and not one that he was apt to do again. The point of the return was to throw the others off their guard, catch them in a moment of weakness and use it against them. Yet for some reason already word of his presence was on the grapevine; Marlohe had already tried to stake a claim against him that had no weight, and upon realizing it she had forsaken him and left. That was all fine and well for Ra'Zac; he'd never been anyone's slave as of yet, and he didn't plan on being one now. Nostrils flared in a vicious snort, muscular serpent stretching out to the open space before him while his jacket was given a fierce shake, the scarred and battle-worn flesh beneath trembling with the force. Ra'Zac wasn't much to look at, this much he'd admit to. With his average stature, lithe bodice and... less than stellar track record, in comparison to the emperors of current he looked no more threatening than a colt bearing his fangs at a cougar. Though in spite of that little fact, Ra'Zac had tangled with quite a few big-shots and managed to come out alive, if not on top of things. Win or lose this time would be no different.

▹ The paired thorns upon the demon's chiseled crown swiveled to a slight break in the everlasting silence, the Morgan's visage turning ever so slightly to his left to bring the source into range of his onyx lanterns. The three-step gait was smooth and unhurried against the lithosphere. Each echo of half-crescent against hard earth that reached his zeniths was without a hitch or a break in the stride, the first signal of a healthy equine primed for combat, yet... something was still off, he realized with slowly narrowing oculars. Tension coiled in his muscular system at the thought, twin towers falling into locks of bleaching crimson and shining obsidian. There was something wrong here, and he didn't like it. Serpent arched aggressively, bringing his cranial casing closer to his breast. Front lifted off the ground in a half-rear as he flung himself in a quick 180 degree turn on his hind heels, tassel tossing in the small dust cloud created by the sudden movement that brought his fore-columns slamming against the terraform to face the approaching voyager. Whoever this was, it wasn't Contagion, and that was all Ra'Zac needed to be put on guard.

▹ He should've guessed. To be honest, he wasn't surprised to see what was currently dancing before his visionaries, but he had hoped his opponent would've had the grace to at least show up as well. He'd challenged a king, and instead the sight that was currently approaching his position was not the painted corpse of Contagion, but the fiery figure of a woman he couldn't remember ever greeting. Optics narrowed suspiciously, nostrils flaring to eject the collected carbon from his barrel as he eyed the scarlet witch with a critical gaze. "Boadicea I presume?" the inquiry rolled from his larynx and off his tongue, his visage raising up from its lowered position and curvature straightening from its tense arch. He didn't require an answer, though; he'd figured out exactly who she was the moment she made a bee-line for his position. Grinding his ivories together hard enough to shoot a sensation of discomfort through his mandible, Ra'Zac's mind flew into overdrive as he processed this new development as fast as he could. He'd been prepared to clash with Contagion, with whom there wasn't that much of a height difference, but this flaming vixen easily had a hand over Contagion and at least two over him. Her hide was scar free from what he could see, but he didn't doubt she'd seen battle before by the way her lanterns flickered over the moon-splashed arena, cataloging every position of every bone she could. Smart move.

▹ Ra'Zac was officially flying blind. His assessment and expectations of Contagion were thrown from thought. They'd do him no good here now when his opponent was another rival altogether. Though Ra'Zac was a gentleman before the ladies, on the battlefield gender meant little; he'd had his tail handed to him by quite a few females in his time. 'Shame. I'd have hoped you could have the decency to tidy this shit hole up. Yet at the same time, I'd hoped for a worthy adversary; not some colt just off the tit...but whatever.' her lyrics were soaked in mockery, falsified or not it didn't matter, but Ra'Zac had heard worse. If she'd hoped to garner a temperamental rise out of the onyx upstart she was to be sorely mistaken. "And I had hoped I'd be facing a king tonight, or that he'd at least have the decency to show up with his queen. Though I suppose if you're the better warrior it'll be for the best. It is your freedom on the line as well." he nickered calmly, his tense gaze relaxing to a bored expression, thoroughly unimpressed by the current developments. In reality, his entire system was flooding with adrenaline underneath the surface, his breaths coming in slow and steady to soothe his oversensitive nerves as everything came into a special type of crystal clarity that only came with the thrill of battle. Boadicea's visage cracked into a deviant smirk, her figure slithering over the topography like a viper in the grass. Ra'Zac's own daredevil smile crawled over his velveteen kissers then, his gaze following the femme's movements as she circled around him like a predator would a lamb. Too bad no one had told her this lamb had fangs beneath the wool, and he fully intended to use them.

▹ Eventually Boadicea's movements brought her from her wide circle to stand at his side, her gaze upon the ground below while she slithered against him, her whipcord coming up to slash at his undercarriage and sending shivers down his flesh in return. The night stilled, the only sound coming from either competitor being the sound of their lungs drawing air into their barrels and exhaling the leftover carbon. All of Ra'Zac's senses became tuned to the woman at his immediate left, waiting, watching, until a soft whisper in the air floated into his auds from behind Boadicea's labriums. 'Such a shame....' And all hell broke loose. The moment her weight shifted to her hindquarters, Ra'Zac was already moving. The flash of ivories aiming for his poll was to be denied, his front twisting away to his right and away from the danger zone to bring his hindquarters around. With the height advantage given to Boadicea, experience told Ra'Zac to aim low. Canon bones, rib cage, pelvis area, all sensitive and important areas within range of his attacks; one good strike in any of these areas could deal life-threatening injuries. With his hindquarters now exposed to Boadicea's form, he shifted his center of gravity onto his fore columns and braced, hips and spine working in unison to fling his hind pillars skyward, sharpened scythes aiming for the stomach she'd exposed in her attack. If he missed the intended target, chances were he would catch one of her fore columns or even her lower breast plate should she manage to return to the ground before he made contact.

▹Though as he executed his offensive strike, Boadicea's fangs found flesh. His poll and crest was safely away from any damage, but his hips and flank were left to Boadicea's mercy. Hot, searing agony flared to life as enamels broke through thin skin, the coppery scent of lifeblood filling the stale night wind. White lights flashed before the czar's gaze, his vocals releasing a shrill scream when he felt her thrash her dial, tearing flesh from his bones . Ra'Zac hind pillars returned to the arena floor, the muscles and tendons coiling tight in their skin before springing their master away from the war maiden's immediate vicinity. Now in some temporary form of safety, the beast curled his boa to check over his injury. It looked just as bad as it felt; the flesh above the point of his hip was torn away, leaving a gaping wound that cascaded with streams of crimson. It would eventually heal after the battle, but he was certain he'd be left with the scar for life. Another trophy to add to his collection. Turning to face Boadicea, Ra'Zac was surprised to find his movement of his right hind column hindered with sharp needle-like pains; a fracture then, near the top of the hip. Seething, the beast gave his dial a clearing shake, banner flying up into the air with the momentum. He wouldn't allow himself to give into this, when he'd been through so much worse. Thorns vanishing into the sea of onyx atop his skull, Ra'Zac answered Boadicea's taunts with an aggressive screech, his dial thrashing back and forth, attempting to taunt her into moving first. She'd hindered his speed; he was eager to see what he'd hindered on her.

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words: 1757
muse: very good.
notes: it's fine. <3 ra'zac will happily battle with boadicea.
music: n/a
tagged: A z z y w/ boadicea

name: Ra'Zac
breed: Lippitt Morgan
age: 5½ Years
gender: Stallion
height: 15.2hh
alliance: Dark
health: 73% Physical // 100% Mental
rules of the fight: Two hits over two battle posts and zero dodges. Victor gets the lands of Grimvorne. In addition, should Ra'Zac win, he receives Boadicea, but should Boadicea win, he becomes a slave of Grimvorne.
time limit: Three days

attack(s): TWO ONE
[1]. cut to the side boadicea wasn't against and kicked out with his hindquarters while she was rearing. he was aiming for her underside which she exposed in her rear, which could deal life-threatening internal injuries or a really bad cut to her stomach.
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injuries:
[1]. a large chunk of flesh is missing from just above the point of his right hip, which will scar over.
[2]. hairline fracture on the topmost point of his hip from the force of boadicea's first attack, temporarily laming his right hind leg. speed and movement will be affected for a while.

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@snowy - Azzy has asked me to let you know that she has the reply to this written but she is unable to get onto her laptop to post right now. Can we have a three day extension?

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ooc;; Raven - already saw and already agreed. You got the three day extension. :3

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Repulsive words summoned her name from the blackened pits of his chasms, her blood boiling as the syllables escaped him, dropping like bombs into the intangible darkness. Boadicea motioned her skull in a nod as a silent acknowledgement, her atlas dipped briefly once before rising to it's original place. Twin beacons remained upon his physique with meager interest, listening intently as his words entered her lobes once more, returning the dry lyrics as if to rouse some bitter retort, yet the queen only allowed a charming smile to curve into her labium, dancing elegantly forwards. My freedom? You forget if you lose, your ass is mine. she purred, a single wink offered to him as she moved around him, her knives easily maneuvering over the bones that stuck deviantly from the sun baked lithosphere, sobering reminders of the past and a thought for what could be. The hell stained queen had her sights on the black demon, lacing herself around him, yet this was no game of seduction. Silence hung between them like a corpse on a rope, a stoic reminder of what was to become of them both, the only audible anomaly was the slight stagger in his breath as her tresses caught on his sheath. Yet this was all a decoy. Boadicea had targeted her moves on one of the most exposed areas of the equine form, an area which held so much for the physical being, yet her movement had been preempted.

As her pearly whites swung for his poll, the demon had shifted below her, losing her target as her fangs latched onto the taught flesh of his upper hip, gripping it as she felt the crimson swell in her chasm, inseminating her saliva, to the point her gums ached from the force of the impact. Yet whilst she silently applauded herself for such a recovery, something hit her pectoral muscles, a thud that reverberated through her entire body. Stumbling backwards, Boadicea landed gingerly on all fours, moving away to avoid a further attack. casting her gaze to the injury, it was worse than she had hoped. Blood coursed in rivulets down her fore limbs, a large gash had perforated the epithelium that was taught over her muscles, a slither of meat hung between her fore limbs. Crimson lava coursed over her knees and pooled at her feet as she became stationary, watching as the blackened czar viewed his own injuries; despite the burning pain, Boadicea allowed a victorious smirk to chastise her granite stained labium, pulling the flesh over her mandibles in a snarl, pinning her lobes as the boy screamed at her for more, begging her for his demise.

Her mass shifted back slightly onto her hind pillars, yet her starboard forelimb dangled precariously, the muscle damage to her biceps caused burning pain to seer up through her shoulders and creep up her spine, touching each vertebrae before hitting her atlas. Boadicea grimaced, her teeth grappling with the pliant inner flesh of her crevice in an attempt to divert her thoughts from the pain that ran through her forehand. Landing sweetly on the terrain, the moon casting an eerie shadow that stretched to her opponent. It was in those moments as her knives touched ground did it occur to her what hung in the balance. A home, a lover, a bastard child who she would raise as her own. A fire began to rouse in her gut, boiling her blood, searing her flesh as she looked at the loathsome scum, her lobes pinning against her poll, submerged in an ocean of flame stained tresses. Silently, she moved towards him now, extending her gait into a steady, controlled thrice beat, yet the stagger in her stride gave away her weakness, she was severely lame.

Gritting her ivories, the inferno stained Valkyrie ignored the warm throb that ebbed in her forelimb, her malachite gaze only focused on her opponent, two lasers that could not drop his physical being. Seconds seemed to turn to hours, her breaths escaped her nares in twin jets as she coursed towards him, an unstoppable force about meet an unmovable object, yet move he would. The blackened dick would not only move, he would shatter, he would crumble, he would turn to dust. Boadicea was soon at his side, spinning on her hocks so now she faced the half moon tracks she had made in the dirt, the tremors that staggered down her right leg was enough to send her over, but not enough to put her off target, yet. Within a split second of turning, her mass shifted onto her unsteady forelimbs, muscles working in perfect cognition with her skeletal being as she sent both hind daggers towards his cranium, exposing her lower limbs and underbelly to him. Throwing her weight into her knives that were planted within the earth, she could only pray that her hit had at least caused some damage, but with the force of her momentum in both directions, it was uncertain as to what she had hit within the fray.

Once her scythes were back on solid ground, the witch did her best to make a hasty return to safety, yet her right foreleg crumpled below her, dropping her body briefly as she staggered to regain balance. Pain shot through her, vibrating through her bones and muscles, sending a painful shudder through her entire bodice as she dragged herself up, moving away from him. It was then, as the hot blood continued to trickle down her chest, that she saw him, a brilliant vision in her minds eye. Contagion. The sole reason she was here, drenched in a mixture of her blood and her enemy's. A brittle smirk lined her facade, turning to view her opposition once more with a poisonous glare. The moon remained reluctantly upon them, the world daring to turn as the two competitors stood on opposing sides, labored jets of carbon leaving their bloodied bodies in stilted gasps, rattling and rasping through shaky ribs. Grinding her molars upon one another, Boadicea would not leave. It was a trust thing. The inferno harlot would depart soon after her opponent, a trust issue some would call it, but she wouldn't doubt his ability to attack her at her weakest.


Name- Boadicea
Breed- Hanoverian x Andalusian
Age- 7 Years
Gender- Mare
Height- 17.1hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 80% Physical, 100% Mental
Rules- Two battle posts each, no word limit. Two hits, no dodges, three days to reply between posts.
Prize(s)- Winner gets possession of Grimvorne's lands. If Ra'Zac wins, he also gets Contagion's Queen, Boadicea. If Boadicea wins, Ra'Zac becomes her slave.

Attacks: 1, 2
One - reared up at his shoulder, attempted to bite down on his poll area. her aim is to damage the nerves and ligaments of his axial joint which could lead to future problems with carriage, movement and flexion.

Two - Advanced in canter, before spinning her hind quarters towards his face, then kicking towards his face/head/upper neck area with both hind daggers. Injuries could potentially include blindness, fractures, flesh wounds, concussion, muscle damage etc.

Injuries:
1. Has received a large, deep wound to her pectorals, chipping the sternum. Action is now impaired most notably towards the right forelimb. In the attack, her right bicep has been badly bruised as well as being affected from the torn pectoral.




[Tag;; @snowy]
[Words;; 1048]
[Muse;; eh]
[Notes;; Sorry for the wait.]

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▹ It would seem his attack had connected after all. And by the looks of it, had done quite a bit of damage too. Though there was a bit of distance between them the laceration on her cherry red breast stole his focus. The dark, vivid flow of gore that blossomed from the wound was a stark contrast to her own robes. But sadly in terms of damage, such a wound was hardly worth bragging about. Internal damage was what Ra'Zac wanted to know about. With the height difference between him and Boadicea he felt it was his only way to victory. A vicious snort escaped the onyx hessian as he glanced back at his own infliction in contemplation. 'Damn it, I really am losing my touch.' the very thought that he'd not been able to deal equal, if not worse damage, was embarrassing.  Seems like he had been off the battlefield too long then. The sudden movement in his peripheral vision starkly reminded him to keep his wits about him. Yet another rookie mistake - he'd taken his sight off his opponent. But apparently, he realized with a smirk, not long enough to miss the true extent of what he'd given her. With the light of the lunar sphere behind her, her shadow stretched far, blackening the path of silver lightened earth to Ra'Zac's position. But it also revealed the precarious way her right fore-talon dangled. Though he was uncertain exactly what he'd done - bruised the leg, broken the bone, torn the muscle - he chuckled devilishly to himself. He now had a target to aim for.

▹ Her shift of weight lasted hardly a moment, and she returned to the battlefield with an easy landing. That fact alone caused Ra'Zac's optics to narrow in suspicion and contempt. If she was attempting to hide her weakness it was a little too late for that. Though the fact that she'd managed to not stumble gave him serious doubts. Perhaps he'd not done as much damage as he thought? Still, a weakness was a weakness. And Ra'Zac was an expert in exploitation. The red damsel gave no more time for thought; with her thorns turned into her poll, aggression painted all over her visage, she made her move. There was no fanfare or warning, just the steady echo of a three beat gait that propelled her towards him. Now he saw the full extent of her damage. Though the lope was controlled, she staggered everywhere. Her right piston couldn't support her girth anymore. Perfect. Lobes vanishing into his own ebonite locks, Ra'Zac braced his figure. Ivories gritted hard against each other behind his shadowed jowls. With his own mangled hip, there would be no second chances. Whatever he did from here on out would determine the line between victory and defeat.

▹ For the second time in one night time slowed down. The hell-stained witch's approach, which in reality took mere seconds, seemed to last hours instead. Through it all, Ra'Zac remained motionless save for the tension rippling through his muscular system. If Boadicea meant to make him flinch back she was going to be in for a nasty surprise. There was more on the line here than Ra'Zac's pride and freedom, and like Boadicea he'd not give up so easily. He had a harem to think about, femmes who depended on him for protection and security. Though rooming with Toxic was fun - especially with that little brat, Belladonna, running a-muck - he'd much rather have his own kingdom to govern.  It was in his blood to rule, and he wanted to do it the right way. Finally, Boadicea's towering mass appeared before him, and time sped up tremendously. Within the span of a heartbeat, she twisted her figurine like a ballerina and shifted her center of gravity. How she managed it with a compromised limb Ra'Zac wasn't certain. Nor did he have time to wonder. With moonlight dancing over the razor edges, Boadicea's hind pistons shot her daggers towards his front at blazing speed. There was no time to dodge, nor escape. But with any luck he could chose the place she struck.

▹ With the femme's weapons coming ever closer, Ra'Zac threw his skull to the immediate right. With as much strength as he could muster, he pushed himself off with his hind talons. Sweet, sweet agony flashed through every nerve hidden beneath his onyx jacket. Tattered flesh and torn muscle stretched over the hairline fracture of his hip jut. Warm plasma, which had before slowed to a trickle, now spurted from the ripped veins. It was all he could do not to scream. Instead, he revealed his ivories from behind his jowls. Stained pearls flashed in the cruel moonlight as he lunged for her tender flesh between her right elbow joint and girth line. It was a risky move, but it was the only chance he'd get at her weakened column. He meant to tear the flesh and muscle from the femme's bodice now. Meant to lame her further on that one little injury as much as he could. Win or lose, Boadicea would remember him in this way.

▹ Though she missed his brainpan with his movement, Boadicea's attack hit elsewhere. With one talon she cut the flesh of his left flank, lacerating the skin deeply. The other she connected solidly with his ribcage and stole his breath away. Enamels bit against the pink muscle of his tongue to halt the scream that bubbled from his larynx as colors flashed before his vision. The copper taste of his own lifeblood flooded his jaws in a vicious wave. The combined force of his momentum and Boadicea's attack knocked him off balance. His injured hip crumbled beneath his weight, sending him flailing to the unforgiving earth with a hard thud. His right wither hit the terrain first, colliding with a bleached skull that shattered beneath his weight. Through the kinetic force he ended up rolling onto his spinal column. His limbs flailed in the empty space above him for a moment before he rolled back to his left side. Optics blown wide, the brute struggled to regain his lost breath, chest heaving up and down.

▹ It took many long moments for Ra'Zac to regain his wits. The only movement from the ebonite hellion being the shaky rise and fall of his barrel. Each breath of precious oxygen left him staggering. Boadicea's last attack had cracked or broken a few ribs without a doubt. That would be a bitch to heal. Groaning, the beast heaved himself upon his underbelly. The smallest movement had Ra'Zac grimacing in agony, struggling to breathe right. He could almost feel his marrow crackling under his flesh. Patiently, he waited out the white lights that filled his vision. Forced himself to think. He was vulnerable. He was wide open... where was his opponent? Satin lids slowly creaked open from over his optics and he sought out the scarlet woman. She was there, on the other side of the battlefield. Good. Less to worry about that way. Pushing his frontal pistons onto the earth, he winced as sharp pains flooded his senses. These pains originated from his left wither, curious. Angling his crown to his left, he found the reason for the sharp pains. Bone fragments, lodged in his skin. No doubt from that skull he crushed. Well, that's what he got for choosing this kind of battlefield. Forcing himself past the agony that rocked his form, he lifted himself upon all four columns. He staggered only once when he tried putting weight on his right hind pillar. Thankfully his left one was only lacerated. He could still support his mass on that one. Once he was certain he'd not topple over, he moved his gaze to the woman opposite of him. She hadn't moved from her position, so neither would he.

▹ Under the night sky, amongst the remains of the fallen, the two competitors stared each other down. Poisonous glares reaching across the meager distance to bore holes into the other. And then Ra'Zac's visage cracked with a bloody smirk. His labriums stained with own crimson fluid that still poured from his tongue. "What's the matter? Don't trust me? Well you've got good instincts. Too bad they're wasted on Contagion." he purred hoarsely in her direction. In a mimicry of her earlier action, he flashed a wink in her direction as well, a dark and broken chuckle rumbling from his throat. He'd not expected a fight to go this way, but he wasn't disappointed. He'd had a good opponent for the first time in months. That itself was as good a reason for a battle as any in his book. Just... how was he suppose to walk away from this battle without stumbling again?

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words: 1619
muse: decent
notes: Finally got this up. Btw, for those who don't know, this has gone through my Word Processor and been checked for grammar mistakes. If their are any left, they are not my fault. In other news, THIS BATTLE CAN BE JUDGED NOW!
music: 'The Fight's About to Begin' by Hinder
tagged: A z z y w/ boadicea

name: Ra'Zac
breed: Lippitt Morgan
age: 5½ Years
gender: Stallion
height: 15.2hh
alliance: Dark
health: 49% Physical // 100% Mental
rules of the fight: Two hits over two battle posts and zero dodges. Victor gets the lands of Grimvorne. In addition, should Ra'Zac win, he receives Boadicea, but should Boadicea win, he becomes a slave of Grimvorne.
time limit: Three days

attack(s): TWO ONE
[1]. cut to the side boadicea wasn't against and kicked out with his hindquarters while she was rearing. he was aiming for her underside which she exposed in her rear, which could deal life-threatening internal injuries or a really bad cut to her stomach.
[2]. flung himself right and lunged for the junction of her elbow and girth with his teeth. his aim is to tear a deep wound into the muscle known as the caudal deep pectoral muscle, which could hinder her movement of her right front leg even further than it already is.
injuries:
[1]. a large chunk of flesh is missing from just above the point of his right hip, which will scar over.
[2]. hairline fracture on the topmost point of his hip from the force of boadicea's first attack, temporarily laming his right hind leg. speed and movement will be affected for a while.
[3]. a large laceration on his tongue - self inflicted. will heal completely.
[4]. a three inch deep, four inch long laceration on his left hip. mostly superficial but still quite painful. scarring is possible but chances are it will heal without much trouble.
[5]. two bruised and one broken rib on the left side of his chest. breathing will be difficult for quite a while; healing will be slow.
[6]. several fragments of bone from a crushed skull are imbedded in his left shoulder and the junction between it and his neck. the fragments will eventually fall out by themselves. infection is a threat for the next week.
[7]. heavy bruising along his right side and slight bruising along his spine from the fall. healing will take time, but no lasting damage will occur.

[A z z y]

Final stats for Boadicea, as per 'two battle posts each' rule (see in rules) @kal, this is ready to be judged <3


Name- Boadicea
Breed- Hanoverian x Andalusian
Age- 7 Years
Gender- Mare
Height- 17.1hh
Alliance- Dark
Health- 80% Physical, 100% Mental
Rules- Two battle posts each, no word limit. Two hits, no dodges, three days to reply between posts.
Prize(s)- Winner gets possession of Grimvorne's lands. If Ra'Zac wins, he also gets Contagion's Queen, Boadicea. If Boadicea wins, Ra'Zac becomes her slave.

Attacks: 1, 2
One - reared up at his shoulder, attempted to bite down on his poll area. her aim is to damage the nerves and ligaments of his axial joint which could lead to future problems with carriage, movement and flexion.

Two - Advanced in canter, before spinning her hind quarters towards his face, then kicking towards his face/head/upper neck area with both hind daggers. Injuries could potentially include blindness, fractures, flesh wounds, concussion, muscle damage etc.

Injuries:
1. Has received a large, deep wound to her pectorals, chipping the sternum. Action is now impaired most notably towards the right forelimb. In the attack, her right bicep has been badly bruised as well as being affected from the torn pectoral.

2. Ra'zac's second attack tore the flesh, but not the muscle, merely opening and extending the wound. The skin itself will heal but she will more than likely have a permanent muscle issue in her forelimb, known as the radical carpal extensor muscle and pectorals, hindering extension and collection within that right leg. There is the possibility of infection for the next week.

3. Stretched DDF tendon in left fore leg as a result from picking herself up. This will heal in time and will cause no permanent damage.


THIS CAN NOW BE JUDGED


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[aliyaah]

I will tally.
Waiting on judge collection: Yes
Judge 1 Collection: Collected
Judge 2 Collection: Collected
Judge 3 Collection: Waiting
Tally-ing Scores: No

[aliyaah]

Roleplayer & Character: @snowy with Ra'zac
Quality over Quantity: 13
Comments:

- I'm not a huge fan of big words and a lot of complex sentences for post. It does hinder a little bit because I don't like to read it and it makes my mind get confused if I have to sit and figure out what the words mean all together. Still a decent sized post anyways.
- The first post rambled a bit, but the other posts were enjoyable to read and a good length.
- The posts held good quality but it seemed like each post was a little too much quantity making me question if all the side information was necessary

No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:

Realism of Attack: 13
Comments:
- I dont see these attacks happening to be honest with you. They don't seem like things that horses would do if you asked me.
- I could see these attacks happening, especially out of retaliation

Attack Compared to Opponent: 12
Comments:
- His first attack was good, but the second attack was confusing.

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments: n/a

Spelling and Grammar: 13.5
Comments:
- Ran every post though a spelling and grammer checker, found a lot of errors. Would recommend checking the post for misspelled words and grammer errors by going to polishmywriting.com.
- Some mistakes
- Everything seemed good to me but all of the "wolf speech" was a bit overwhelming. I felt like you didn't have to use so many roleplaying terms such as "jacket, scythe, appendages, ebony sleeve, visionaries, thorns, occulars, serpent, front-columns, enamels, ivories, fangs etc" Most of these were repeated over and over again and it was a bit tiring, I would have just liked to see you incorporating "neck" or "eyes" or "body" just to kind of break it up and make it less confusing to those who may not be familiar with wolf speech or roleplaying terms


TOTAL: 81.5

Roleplayer & Character: A z z y with Boadicea
Quality over Quantity: 13.5
Comments:
- The length wasn't too overwhelming and held just enough information and quality to keep me interested
- I'm not a huge fan of big words and a lot of complex sentences for post. It does hinder a little bit because I don't like to read it and it makes my mind get confused if I have to sit and figure out what the words mean all together. Still a decent sized post anyways.
- Length was good and though it rambled at parts, was a good read.

No God Modeling or Power playing: 15
Comments:
- Didn't see any here

Realism of Attacks: 15
Comments:
-I could definitely see these going down in the wild
- I do see these attacks happening in the wild. Horses do run from each other and kick outwards, which is really good.
- Attacks were realistic and loved that her injuries affected them.

Attacks compared to Opponent: 14
Comments:
- I docked points because I felt like Boadicea could have used her height a little bit more to her advantage here but otherwise the attacks were great.
- I did see these attacks happening and are a bit more original while the other's were a bit super natural to me.
- They were well-described, though I would have liked to see Boadicea's strategy in the attacks.

Completion of the Form: 15
Comments:
- Everything looked good

Spelling & Grammar: 14
Comments:
- Didn't see anything out of place
- Not as many errors as the other role-player, but I would still recommend putting your post through a grammar checker.


TOTAL: 86.5

Congrats to Azzy with Boadicea