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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 have gone to the battlefield with the rain, of course she would have. The mare, with beauty enough to rival the beauty of life itself, had her fired amber spheres set on something that she wanted back in her keep where he belonged. 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, though she could claim she was doing her Helkaer duty this time she picked a fight. 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. 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 her 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 of her opponent, he had messed with her blood before. Ra'Zac had warred with Serenity's twin brother, Baron, and lost. But family was still family, and in order to soothe her own protective anger she had stolen him swiftly afterward. He was nothing spectacular to gaze upon, but his actions were what made him... pathetically interesting. He had fled like a little boy would, taking refuge behind an invisible mother's skirt outside of Wild Equines. It was laughable, really. And now he had returned with plans to start his own empire. But he, the forgetful, adorable little being that he was, had forgotten that he still belonged to her. He was her property. Obviously she wanted to return him to her cells and give him as a gift to Baron. It was the least she could do after the hell she'd put her brother through over the past year or so. Though Serenity wanted to have her way with Ra'Zac first, and she intended to spoil him before her brother dug his claws in. She had been raped countless times in her past... it was about time she struck back at the opposite gender. 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. Oh Ra'Zac. Come here, my little pet. You've been naughty and I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you. 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, and her heart was a steady metronome in the confides of her chest.  Words: 1210 Muse: Good Music: None Tagged: @snowy Hits: 2 Dodges: 1 Notes: Terms are 2 hits, 1 dodge, 3 days between posts, no word limit. Ra'Zac is battling for his freedom, and if he loses he returns to Katania with Serenity to be a slave.

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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 (questionable)

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☣ || Luck just never seemed to be on his side these days. One moment he was staking out a claim to a new future, and the next some bitch is waltzing up claiming that he was her property. As if. He certainly didn't recall ever being under Little Miss Madame's thumb. In fact the last time he ever remembered coming into any sort of contact with Marlohe or whatever the hell she wanted to call herself, it had been, in her own lyrics, for a friendly chat. Well to Hell with that! So yeah, Ra'Zac was certainly in a vexed state of mind that was slowly getting worse with each rendition of polished flints against the earth. All around him, tall green and golden grasses whipped at his cannons and knees in the wild zephyrs racing around him. Torn foliage ripped from weakened branches fluttered helplessly in his vision, catching in his bleached crimson and onyx tendrils. The dip in the temperature brought out the claws in the weather; the feeling of each one ripping through his stained coat enough to send ripples through the nerve rich skin and thick muscled hide beneath. The distant rumble of thunder pounded against his eardrums, signalling the oncoming tempest before his visage was ever graced with the sight of the dark, angry clouds rolling and circling in the distant horizon.

☣ || Nares flared wide, balmy carbon flying into the humid winds, the onyx demon let his struts come to a halt in the middle of the grassy field he was crossing. Cat o' nine slashing the open space directly behind him, serpentine held low and straight with his zeniths plastered against poll, he was the perfect picture of annoyance. As much as he was loathed to admit at the moment, any sort of precipitation was not needed today. While it would no doubt put a damper on Marlohe's evening, a slippery and mucky battleground was not an optimum stage for a war dance. Though he could care less at the moment what happened to anyone else, all it would take would be one wrong stumble then it'd be him with the shattered bone rather than his rival. That was not a fate he wanted to meet with today. But Mother Nature seemed to have other plans; the squalls were getting worse. A glance to the forest in his immediate east was met with the sight of the frondescence canopy bending to the will of the gusts. White, bright flashes burned into his peripheral lens, the barest of glints alighting the growing darkness. A single fore piston cocked up to slam the black diamond down against the topography below in agitation and defiance. Mother Nature, just another bitch out to screw him over it seemed. Well bring it on, sister.

☣ || For long stretched minutes, the sculpted Morgan figure remained motionless, an onyx blimp in a stormy sea of rough emerald and gold waves beneath a graying sky. His entire being as still as the calm, bottomless voids merely watching the progression of the summer squall. His dreads and plumage were long given to the gales, free-flying foliage tangling into the wiry cords like decorations in a banner, both proudly proclaiming their owner in all his glory. It would seem as though Mother Nature eventually rethought her choice, for slowly the darkening sky began to brighten and the winds gave out, returning their stolen flags to their rightful owner, new decorations and all. With a snarl plastered upon his jowls, Ra'Zac stretched his spine out and gave his carcass a hard, firm shake. Sun-bleaching banter splayed in thousands of single cords from atop his arch, freeing some of torn greenery from their tangles like confetti. When each cord finally returned to their owner's nape and he felt comfortable in his own flesh again, the rendition he'd held from before resumed. He was feeling slightly better now that he'd taken his mind of the injustice he was being dealt. Though he supposed he didn't have much to complain about if he really gave it some thought.

☣ || Really, if Miss High Madame wanted Ra'Zac so badly, surely she must've known the price that would come with that. He'd be sure to give her a few new trophies for her troubles too, especially on that pretty little visage of hers if he could. She'd cheated him out of a good scrap after all. The way he saw it she owed him that much at least. And eventually, he would get free. Even if he didn't win this time, he'd never just roll over and let her do whatever she wanted with him. She'd be facing a fight every time she turned her back on him; either she would grow tired of his attempts and toss him aside, or she would find herself beaten to the ground. Either way, he got what he wanted in the end. A dark cackling sound rumbled from the demon's larynx. Yes, one way or the other things always came around for him. The clatter of hard stony ground beneath the edges of his daggers signaled his final approach into the battlefields, and the final breaths before the plunge. Two jet colored optics shuttered behind dark satin curtains, the pupils hidden within aiming downward to stare at the place where the grass had stopped and the clay soil started. "Honey, I'm home..." he whispered, lyrics fluttering off his tongue into the empty winds. Yes, this had been more of a home than any place ever had been, even White Barrow or Krieg Partei. Most of his free time had been spent here, challenging lord after lord in hopes of tipping their crowns from their overgrown heads for him to claim for himself. Marlohe was no more than one more obstacle to remove from his path before he could continue on his quest.

☣ || Click, clack, click, clack. The further he came into the dusty, rocky terrain the louder the echoes his daggers made. Though the ripe stench of blood, decay and other things made for a pleasing aroma, he had a feeling his prissy little 'captor' was going to avoid these areas. Still, it had been a while since he'd been here; there was no harm in revisiting his old favorites before he made new memories with Marlohe. Besides, the whore could stand to learn some patience; not everyone ran at full gallop to her beck and call. So instead of seeking out his would-be master, he took a detour further into the rockier and more decorated places of the warring fields. Though there was not many places he could say he'd actually say he'd claimed victory in, there was a lesson to be learned in each. Hard learned lessons, but lessons nonetheless. And he'd committed each one to memory. Coming to a stop at the edge of a particular field, Ra'Zac remembered one such lesson very vividly. Moral, never expect to fight with a bastard and not be screwed over by his immediate family and their bastards. Particularly if that bastard you'd fought with was cursed Baron. Yeah, he was still suffering that lesson right now. It was no secret in the Helkaer circles just who Marlohe was, and Ra'Zac had been very integrated in most of the Helkaer's rumors. Ah, still didn't amount to much. He'd just have to make it up to Baron after this whole fiasco was over and done with. Personally if he could.

☣ || For a few more hours Ra'Zac allowed himself time to explore and recall. Vivid images flashed by his mind's eye as he passed by landmarks he remembered. Some faces of the thankfully long gone, and others of familiar forms still stalking the topography of WE. It was only when the first stars began to come out in the western horizon and the sun was nothing more than a glow below the canopy line that he decided he'd kept The Great Whore waiting long enough. With a curve of his form, the Morgan turned heel on the hard earth and raised his visage to the opposing wind, seeking the scent of the woman who tried so brazenly to shackle him. He found it; faint with distance but still there, and altered his course to collide with hers. This time his pace picked up from an easy-going walk to a steady trot, tassel held high and twin towers raised in pride. In the dying light, the obsidian hellion shown radiantly, the sheen of his pelage catching what little remained the sun's glow. Muscles pulsed beneath the battle worn skin with each high step, serpentine arching gracefully. He was feeling a lot better about this confrontation now. In his little detour, he'd chosen the time in which they'd clash, a final 'screw you' to the bay beauty before the real fireworks began. And in going into this without anger, he wouldn't expend as much energy as he would with his blood boiling. She could think whatever she wanted of his actions, but she couldn't stop him from doing them, no matter who she thought she was.

☣ || Keeping up the trot over the darkening field, it wasn't long before Marlohe finally appeared in his optical sensory, her dappled figure standing prone over a more open part of the battlegrounds. Short grasses would prevent too much dust from being kicked up, and no hills or rocks or marrow bones would discourage unplanned trips as they made their dance. Ra'Zac was almost disappointed. Where was the fun in this going to be? Where was the danger element? Boring. All of it boring, and his first real fight back in the public eye too. Oh, Marlohe would definitely be paying for this embarrassment. If she wanted a fair fight, she should've chosen a different opponent. Ra'Zac's temper was tamed, but he was not in a fair mood. But instead of just blasting off in a sudden charge, Ra'Zac's talons paused for the third time just out of Marlohe's sight range, his barrel heaving up and down to take in precious oxygen lost from his rapid pace. From this distance, he'd be able to stay out of range long enough to get a good size up of the succubus, thin lids narrowing over optical spheres in concentration. Like her relative, she was tall, easily four or five inches taller than him at the wither. The beast's trademark daredevil smirk crawled over his velveteen kissers in mock amusement. So then, this battle would be just like Baron's right? Well, all he had to do was not make the same mistakes again. Long, graceful pillars braced themselves against the terrain, boa arching and enamels snapping in eagerness. He'd not tasted flesh and sweet blood for a while. Now that it was before him, he found himself quite impatient for a taste.

☣ || He gave no warning, no call to signal his approach before he charged headlong into the fray, the thundering of his talons the only herald to his approach. Columns ignited in a fury of motion, propelling the owner into a full gallop straight at the mahogany target before him, maw parting to reveal a full set of ivories and thorns falling into the mass of cords against his curving serpentine. During the time between charge and strike, he reached back into the depths of his memories for ideas, anything to go on that could help him in this endeavor. His last clash with Baron was a good place to start; Baron and Marlohe were more or less the same height. Speed would be a factor here then; he'd have to get into range and dance away before any real damage could be dealt. Best bet, lacerations from talons rather than bites. Easiest place to exploit, the barrel area and pelvic region. A broken rip would put Marlohe out of commission for a while, a broken hip would be even sweeter though. His pattern of attack decided, he made a beeline for the woman's tiara and frontal view, before feinting to a quick left, bringing his bodice up beside hers. Hind talons flew up in a vicious strike, aiming for back the woman's exposed fore cannon bones with only a slight break in stride. With any luck he might just shatter one of those beautiful legs beyond repair. A loss for the male world, but a gain for him in the long run. Once the first assault was completed, he twisted to his immediate right, aiming to cut back towards her front and prepare for the next siege against the sienna vixen. It was a risky maneuver, every muscle in his figure was tense in preparation should the need to dodge come about, but life wasn't fun without risks. He'd love to see what risks Marlohe would take.

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Notes: Got it up. Its' a bit late, but I've got another lesson today and the last thing I want is to be too tired to get this up in time for the deadline. <3
Word Count: 2130
Muse: Not bad. (honestly I'm really, really, really tired though. i'm seeing pink ladybugs crawling across my screen... and i don't have a pink ladybug screensaver...)

Hits: one two
Dodges: one
Days Between Replies: 3

Attack(s): Charged for her front, then feinted to her left and as he was passing by her body he kicked out with his hind legs towards the back of her front legs.
Injuries: No injuries received yet.

CODED BY ELECTRIC OF SHINE

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ooc: Secret PMed me saying she's decided to drop the battle. There was a mix-up, so Secret says Ra'Zac's free.