`Game of Fools {Levvy} Aug 7, 2014 18:35:56 GMT -7 via mobile Quote Select PostDeselect PostLink to PostMemberGive GiftBack to Top Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2014 18:35:56 GMT -7 Beams of sunlight shone all around him, the warmth that cascaded from them providing a comfortable blanket for the stallion. His legs were folded beneath him, his dapple grey hide glistening with a delicate sheen that hinted to no scars or ailments. His nasal passages flared gently as he slept soundly; granted he didn't need to sleep but he wanted to be as rested as possible for the coming events. Tybolt had been thoroughly surprised that he had been granted the position of King of Utopia, or in other words, Heaven. He had always been a relatively calm and caring soul throughout his existence and had taken care of others more so then himself; it was his nature and something he was accustomed to. Even though being granted such a huge position had been a bit overwhelming at first he was eager to get out there and make some changes, along with his Queen Jaylin. In the meantime though he was handling his own prospects, the most recent involving a ghastly stallion with a horrid attitude and reputation. One would wonder why Tybolt would want something to do with Toxic, a Helkaer member, but that was for his own reasoning. He saw qualities in the stallion that could save him from the life of torture that had engulfed him, and so he had put out the attempt to grasp his soul. It hadn't taken too long for someone to come forward and block the brute which hadn't surprised him. The mare was his beta and Tybolt was even more intrigued then anything. He had heard certain things about the wench and he admired her loyalty to Toxic, but just because she blocked him didn't mean he would let his soul slip away so easily. Stretching his legs out he shook his crown a couple times before hoisting himself upward, though the motion sent him bolting forward a few feet in the air. The rush of the wind beneath him startled him at first but it was then that he remembered the new addition to his sides. Right along his shoulder blades was a pair of magnificent wings, the feathers delicately aligned perfectly with his body. They were spread out massively beside him as he hovered in the air for a moment before he finally touched back down. This would definitely take some getting used to and he made sure to keep his new set of wings pinned tightly against him to prevent bolting upward again. Of course he would lose them as soon as he made the journey to the battlefield, which was probably better off anyways considering he wasn't quite used to them yet anyways. As much as he would enjoy spending his time in his new home he knew that the battlefield beckoned him, and it was time to get this show on the road.Pistons thrust his body forward into a glorious gallop as he made his way across the ground, though soon it vanished beneath him as he allowed his wings to expand to help him break through the surface. A rush of warm air fluttered through his muscular frame as he cascaded down from the heavens, the very ground rumbling as he leapt onto the familiar, yet distant terrain. Ever since he had left "earth" it always felt foreign to him, but still oddly familiar. It wasn't anything like the impeccable terrain of Utopia but it was still interesting enough. Just as soon as he had returned to earth his heavenly form vanished, leaving him to appear as a normal equine. The mustang moved forward with ease, his dapple grey pelt smooth and riddled with well toned musculature. Both emeralds could see clearly, something he was still getting used to considering he had once been blind in one eye. Knives dug into the surface of the terrain, dust kicking up around him slightly as he moved. He had not seen the wench he would be meeting at the battlefields, and was quite curious of her. He did not feel sorry for fighting a female, it was her duty as beta to protect her leader after all. Her loyalty was an admirable trait but he wouldn't allow that to make him pity her or lessen the efforts behind his attacks. Sixteen hand frame pulled to a halt in the middle of the terrain, his skull raised high as he waited for his opponent to arrive. The weather was severely hotter in comparison to Utopia and the dust would surely cause a problem with eye sight, but Tybolt was more then prepared for this fight. He wanted Toxic's soul and wouldn't stop until he got it. They could do things the easy way, or the hard way, and he was more then capable of handling things the hard way. Patience was on his side though as he waited for the mare to arrive, the ball would be in her court. Even in the afterlife Tybolt remained a gentleman and he would allow her the first strike.Name: TyboltAge: Immortal - Lord of UtopiaGender: StallionHeight: 16 HandsAlliance: LightBattle Terms: Two hits and zero dodges with five days to reply. No minimum/maximum word count. Winner receives the rights to Toxic's soul. Physical Health: 100%Mental Health: 100%Attacks: 1 2Dodges: NoneNotes: Good luck dear and sorry for the wait!Tagged: @levvy with MelecheshWord Count: 843 (not including codes)Status: Complete.
`Game of Fools {Levvy} Sept 1, 2014 7:56:09 GMT -7 Quote Select PostDeselect PostLink to PostMemberGive GiftBack to Top Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2014 7:56:09 GMT -7 ooc: This can be archived, the battle will not be happening.