[fleabittengray]

Name- Carnallust The Charmer
Breed- Shire
Age- 7
Gender- xy
Height- 18
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%

Had Charm made a mistake in challenging the land his own home was under? Many would probably say that he had. They would probably call him insane. Crazy. Cocky. But, you see, the thing is... the shire already knew all of that about himself. He already knew that he was batshit insane. He already knew that he was a cocky, arrogant bastard that would rather die than admit that he was in the wrong. He stood the chance of losing his home, of having to find somewhere else to put his home, but he wasn't worried about it. He wasn't afraid of Dante. If anything, he was amused by the smaller brute, and it was with a smile on his face that he strolled, confident as always, into the battlefield. The stench of blood and death here did not bother him, nor did the rotting corpses and scattered bones from long decayed losers. He wasn't bothered by death. In fact, he embraced it. He loved the way death looked. He loved the way death smelled. He also loved the way it tasted, the way it sounded. A true Dark, like himself, reveled in the crunch of bones under their hooves. They laughed when their mouths filled with blood from a well placed bite.

I can't wait to make him squirm. Black eyes glinted dangerously, audits twitching upon his skull as he lazily strolled over to the very center of the battlefield. It was empty, save for a few bones here and there, so nothing would get in their way. Charm was a big guy, eighteen hands in all, so quick movements weren't his best skill. A man his size could only move so quickly, especially in a confined space. His speciality was power, ruthless power. He wasn't afraid to break bones, to rip into skin, to kill, but that wasn't what this fight was about. He wasn't going to kill Dante. Break a leg? Maybe. Shatter a rib or two? Sure, why not. But kill him? No. That wasn't what today was about. This was a simple battle to rearrange borders to make the Whore House the mainland. He would allow Dante to remain as a sub-herd, if he wished. He had nothing against the guy, nor his beta, Orion. Hopefully he doesn't take forever, like he did earlier.



Word Count- 400
Muse- low
Music- bounce - timbaland
Notes- @morfran five days to reply

0/3 Hits:
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0/1 Dodges:
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Injuries:

[Deleted]

Name: Dante Inferno
Breed: Friesian|x|American Paint|X|Shire|X|Tennessee Walker
Age: 4
Gender: XY
Height: 17.3
Alliance: Dark
Health: 100%

The far-reaching and thorough sun bleached the remnants of past barbarians and singed the vital fluids from the granular sands. The extensive heat erected distorting mirages across the thermal abrasive particles. Blackened feathered hooves sifted through the grit and left deep unstable imprints that soon caved in on themselves. 17.3hh form moved with a firm determination; however, veiled behind the thin masquerade of an odd repose. Glacial toned irises flexed and shrunk the body of his reptilian pupils until they were contracted to mere slits; protecting his rods from the sun's merciless onslaught. Dante Inferno crossed over the intangible threshold of the Battle Grounds. The deteriorated masses and littering bones exuded a statement of beware and stench. The sight was an invigorating necropolis. Those that died here did not pass like ordinary bastards. They died like soldiers. The intact husks splayed about in morbid disarray, telling their tales of woe through the language of their anatomy. Dante neglected the fore warnings of demise and strode further.

He would not let such things deter him from his purpose here. Everything was on the line and by everything he meant his and Orion's home. He could not submit to the whim of some power hungry sub-lander and forsake the promise he claimed to Orion and the future plans of Pestilentia Detention. This could not be allowed. Dante Inferno had only the lands for a little over a month now and it was still new and very much cherished. His own main land and one that Orion had entrusted to him. The betrayal of what he thought was an alliance and content sub-land turned out to be a vile dreg that wanted nothing more than power. Was it for the sake of revamping his whorehouse? Was his bordello such a thriving business that he required the majority of the borders? It didn't matter. He broke what small trust could be given and to be quite honest, Dante didn't want to kill him. He was neither close, nor knew of the shire czar for very long. He was no close friend, there was practically no bond. Perhaps this is why he didn't mind taking his children in chains and stealing his favorite sluts. Perhaps also why he didn't mind clamping on his scruff and throwing his ass to cold world if he won this scrap. A partial sneer drew at the membranes of his maw. Brows furrowed above his cerulean gaze and silver locks cascaded luxuriously over his phizog. The illustrated emotions portrayed now hidden behind the curtain of his forelock. A flimsy shield to the world, but alas this was not his character. The red hued stallion tossed his head backward; sending the ivory mass upward in a fanning display before it settled in distinguished layers over the side of his neck. It had been a long time since he would taste the metallic iron of one's blood, but he welcomed the notion with a small tinge of craving. He beheld no fear and subdued his excitement.

Not long after crossing over into the bloodied realm did Charm's 18hh shire figure appear within sights. Dante reeled his chin toward the top of his bosom and slowed his two-beat gait into a more leisurely stroll. Raven hued feathers trailed over the shifting sands and left behind small winding indentations. His sky toned eyes transfixed on the dark and slightly taller opponent before him. When he was within a reasonable shot, he yielded himself. A growl contorted his facial planes and crinkled the skin around the bridge of his snout; however, the expression was fleeting before the flesh of his countenance smoothed into a calm placidity. He said nothing and did nothing. Since Charm was the challenger, he would allow him to make the first move. This did not mean the mogul would stand like a rag doll waiting to be punished. Immediately his thoughts went to work on the blueprints of a strategy. Charm was larger and therefore slightly stronger and even though Dante was barely any different, he was a bit leaner. He could hold his own with his own draft blood and it would aid him in this confrontation. It was the shire in him that gave him this much muscle anyway. In that aspect, him and Charm were vaguely alike.

Tagged: fleabittengray
Count: 732
Comments: Bah, shitty.
Hits: 0||3
Dodge: 0||1

Attack Summary: None

Sustained:

[fleabittengray]

Name- Carnallust The Charmer
Breed- Shire
Age- 7
Gender- xy
Height- 18
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%

The sun was right above him in the sky, hanging hot and heavy in the vast blue space over his head. This summer was a rough one, extremely hot and incredibly dry, and he knew the intensity of it would make this fight more difficult. His draft body wasn't built for hot climates and, if he wasn't careful, he could easily become overheated. His opponent also had draft blood in him but it wasn't pure. Charm wasn't sure what exactly the younger hellion was made of, what blood ran through his veins, but the shire knew that his body was smaller. He was shorter by an inch or two as well but Charm had fought against equines of all heights and sizes so that wasn't something he was going to worry about. He didn't know what Dante fought like, really knew nothing about the brute, hadn't even been aware of his name until he'd gone to make the challenge. It seemed that his curiosity as to how the other behemoth fought wasn't going to be answered right away, either, because when Dante arrived, his mahogany figure emerging from the shimmering heat, he did not make the first move. Charm arched a brow but said nothing, inclining his head in a semi-respectful greeting. Had the man not asked for his own kin should he win the battle, Charm would have had nothing against him, but, despite everything that he did and what he was, Charm did still get attached to his children and he was going to hold that against Dante.

"Glad to see you've made it here in one piece," he said, voice low as his muscles tensed and coiled, long, thick pillars carrying his solid body forward slowly, each movement bringing him closer to his enemy. He said nothing more, black eyes keeping a steady gaze on the slightly smaller brute. He made no sudden movements. He did not rush at Dante, which wasn't something he even planned on doing, Dante may not be as big as him but he was big enough to hold his own against Charm's weight should he charge at him. It was going to take more than that to unsteady him, but the gears in Charm's head were already turning. He gave a seemingly lazy flick of his tail before he decided on his first attack, pushing himself into a steady two-beat with his chin tucked into his chest.

Once he was close enough to the other stallion, he turned, aiming his hindquarters at Dante and kicking out with heavy back hooves. He did not aim for Dante's chest but instead for his forelegs, which were much more sensitive. He hoped to get his knees, at the very least his cannon bones. Even the smallest fracture to either could be incredibly painful, even crippling. If his first attack did any damage, Charm had a better chance at winning.


Word Count- 500
Muse- low
Music- psycho - muse
Notes- @morfran five days to reply

1/3 Hits:
1: kicked both back hooves out towards dante's front legs, hoping to hit either his knees or cannon bones
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0/1 Dodges:
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Injuries:

[Deleted]

Name: Dante Inferno
Breed: Friesian|x|American Paint|X|Shire|X|Tennessee Walker
Age: 4
Gender: XY
Height: 17.3
Alliance: Dark
Health: 80%

"Glad to see you've made it here in one piece," Despite his abiding silence akin to death, the shire before him offered words of little worth. Perhaps his more petty side conquered him for an innumerable duration; however, Dante would not stoop. The remark was clearly a jive at some incompetence Charm wished to accuse him of without fully knowing for certain. Alas, Dante noted his half-assed regard, but did not requite such acknowledgement. The shire's words barely left his quivering gorge before his mass languidly hauled forth in his direction. Immediately the red toned beast tensed with anticipation and set forward himself to meet his opponent, although, his motions were a little less slacked by weight. A low and feral growl uttered from his throat and his fibers grew taut beneath his soon-to-be marred hide. His neck outstretched and harks descended backward. His whiskered mandibles swung ajar to reveal the awaiting rows of flesh severing enamels; groping for skin, blood, muscle, hair, etc. whatever the chiseled edges would latch onto. This is what the eager impatience awarded. The next moments were going to be a strenuous, physical verification of what he was capable of. His cardiac organ behind the layers of his thoracic cavity accelerated with induced adrenaline. His battle-aiding drug that kick started the moment his body lunged forward in offense, but nothing fully prepared him for the surprise that endured when Charm's hefty ass swung around with heavy, elephantine daggers focused below his elbow. It was already too late to try and dodge the shire assailant. Charm's hooves grazed the flesh of his forearm which sent an immediate signal of distress from the severed epithelial to the confines of his brain and pain erupted throughout his senses like a fiery, acid-biting culprit. A gruff utterance of pain growled from the stallion's voice box.

Dante felt the warm spill over of his own crimson, but the fact that he could still manage his weight upon the leg, clued in that Charm's desired effect hadn't been fully reached. Dante hardly hesitated in his flinch before he lunged forward. Upper body ascended from the sandy foundation in a half rear as his clenching jaws snapped toward the shire's facade. The chomp of his bite struck the air in duplicate attempts to snag vulnerable flesh. The ache in his leg scoured through his muscles and nervous system; plaguing his concentration, but not entirely hindering it. The flow of blood trickled down his forelimb and left inked hoof prints morbidly smudged across the dried sod. The onyx feathers adorning his ungulates became slicked paint brushes doused by the sanguine and left long sweeping streaks over the bedrock. He did not expect to come out of this wrangle completely intact, so the wounds were hardly a surprise. The woes of a mortal that ailed him were - in the same breadth - what nourished his ferocity. He would not let this shire take his lands only after having them for such a brusque amount of time and he would not become some lame bitch sitting in a cell whilst his guards beat him and sodomized him to their content. The very thoughts reduced the pupils of his glare into fine slits. His cat-like glare uncanny and beautiful against the white marking of his face. He was a beast in a whole new term. A horse with eyes like a snake and he would strike like a snake. Renewed with a dangerous virility, Dante snapped with even more a voracious determination.



Tagged: fleabittengray
Count: 601
Comments: Meh XD
Hits: 1||3
Dodge: 0||1

Attack Summary: Dante had advanced when Charm did and because of his movement, Charm's hind leg struck it's mark, but not as severely as he had hoped, but still pretty painful for Dante. It is clear it is not crippling as Dante is now countering by lunging forward in a half rear to snap at Charm's face with his teeth or any exposed flesh he can grapple. If he connects, he will attempt to tear away anything he grasps.

Sustained: A shallow, but long laceration to the right forearm. Not only will the cut need time to heal, but the tissues and underlying muscles are bruised by minor abrasion. It stings and it aches, but he is still able to manage his weight. The wound is bleeding rather freely.

[fleabittengray]

@morfran

I have a question about Dante's attack~

Charm's back is turned to Dante but you say that Dante lunged forward, reared up, and bit at his face? I don't understand. Do you mean that he chased after Charm, got up to his face, and then did his attack? Just wanna know before I do my reply. <3

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fleabittengray -- Yes Dante lunged after him to get to his face.

[fleabittengray]

Name- Carnallust The Charmer
Breed- Shire
Age- 7
Gender- xy
Height- 18
Alliance- Dark
Health- 96%

It seemed that Dante didn't know how to be polite. The brute didn't acknowledge his greeting which had been an honest one. He was truly happy that Dante had gotten to the battlegrounds in one piece... that meant there was more for him to shred. He may not have the pointed teeth of a carnivore but a horse's bite could still do plenty of damage, if done correctly. He had been in plenty of fights before and knew just where to bite, and just how to bite, to cause pain and heavy bleeding. Then again, this wasn't a battle to the death. This was just for land. He had to remind himself that, otherwise he would have Orion coming for his ass because his precious leader was dead. Better to focus on the battle, then, to avoid such a thing...

Charm felt his hooves connect with their target just before he heard the pained growl leave Dante's vocals. He smirked to himself, giving his head a shake as his hind daggers came back down to earth and he pushed forward. The movement was not as quick as he would have liked due to his heavy bulk and suddenly, to his left, there was Dante. Charm caught sight of him from the corner of his eye, ear twitching in his direction. Charm was ready to put on more speed and get away from him but then the dumb bastard was lifting himself into a half-rear and snapping at his face with his teeth. Charm managed to lift his head away in time to avoid damage done to his eyes, steps faltering from the sudden movement, but he could not stop Dante's teeth from sinking into the flesh of his cheek.

The shire made no noise even as he jerked his head away, searing pain shooting through his whole body as the skin of his cheek ripped, blood seeping from the skin flap almost instantly. He gave his head another shake, sending blood droplets in every direction, before his body turned and his black eyes focused on Dante who was just now dropping back onto the ground from his rear. He licked his lips and approached him in just a few, quick strides before lifting his own body into the air. His rear was a full one, not half like Dante's had been, and his front daggers quickly began to kick out at Dante's head and neck areas. His main focus of the attack were the eyes, jaw, and just between Dante's ears. They were weaker areas, places that would cause more damage and pain, especially with the size and heaviness of his hooves.


Word Count- 452
Muse- medium
Music- gas pedal - sage the gemini
Notes- @morfran five days to reply, i was given extra time due to computer trouble

1/2 Hits:
1: kicked both back hooves out towards dante's front legs, hoping to hit either his knees or cannon bones
2: approached dante and reared, kicking out with with his front hooves aiming mainly at the eyes, jaw, and just between dante's ears
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0/1 Dodges:
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Injuries:
1: bite to the left side of his face; a flap of skin hangs from his cheek; moderate bleeding

[Deleted]

Name: Dante Inferno
Breed: Friesian|x|American Paint|X|Shire|X|Tennessee Walker
Age: 4
Gender: XY
Height: 17.3
Alliance: Dark
Health: 80%

Crimson was hot and metallic along the serpent muscle of his tongue as his ivories sunk triumphantly into the shire's succulent flesh. The rubbery, spongy feel between his teeth was utterly satisfying and yet Dante still made no noise aside from the growl around the flesh. Unfortunately, Charm made no pained whimper or groan and jerked away; pulling the blood slick flap from between his teeth that held no grip. The soaked mass slipped from between his teeth and they clamped on empty air. Dante leered deadly toward the shire as he danced away with half his cheek hanging morbidly from the framework. It bled so freely and yet it did not stop the shire from advancing with heavy dark eyes focused in the red toned beast. Harks pinned backward and his salivating, blood mixed tongue slithered from it's orifice to gather the scarlet gloss across his lips; although, he did not swallow the sanguine fluid and instead rolled it across the span of his mouth in a swish and spat the bodily fluid mixture back against the sun baked lithosphere. A small, yet significant souvenir to the battle grounds to lay amidst their spilling blood as totem to their battle. Dante observed the ensuing onslaught of Charm's behemoth rear. The powerful hooves flailed wickedly lethal toward his cerebellum, but Dante would not allow this. The red toned beast collected his body like muscled liquid and piaffed swiftly out of Charm's way. The motions cadenced and supple as he instigated them. 17.3hh grew taut once his chassis was out of aerial blows; standing, no adjacent, and staring down the vertical stallion, Dante strode forward with determined stride. Silver filaments billowed outward in a glimmering Medusa-like ritual as the turbulence of his motion picked up intermingled with the slight mileage of the wind. A two-beat gait charged him toward the exposed side of Charm; ivories bore into the open air with glinting malice.

Dante shifted his weight strongly to his hindquarters. The upper mass of his body hoisted backward onto the fragile stability of his hocks. Muscles bulged from the exertion and dimpled his form with a myriad of protruding muscle. Forelimbs raked the air toward Charm's side; one-two, one-two, one-two. The jagged misshapen edges of his unkempt hooves pummeling for tissue. To strike the shoulder, side of a forearm, perhaps the neck. Anything would suffice. Dante could not let the beast reign the field with his blood and then return to Pestilentia Detention a new ruler. Orion would never forgive him and Dante would never show his face in disgrace to the champagne and white mottled stallion. Everything hung upon a thread. These thoughts fueled him. They drove every fiber of his muscle collectively to push each movement into existence and force each strike out into the open. Everything counted for something and nothing was worthless. His effort rested upon the motivation to keep his land beneath him and such an effort it was. The blood toned brute half coated in sun scorched crimson that began to flake from his form and reeked with foul cooked stench. The putrid smell pleated the skin around his wrinkled snout in disgust. He did not like bloodshed, but would condone to it for relevant matters such as this. The filth that came with battle was not a natural want from Dante. In fact, he found those that actively sought bloodletting crazy and pigsty. Just because Dante lived amidst a swamp realm did not mean he rolled in the muck with the gators. This was irrelevant. Dante dropped with a mighty thud after sustaining his weight for a handful of seconds that felt like eternity. His audits pitched forward atop his ivory masked head and he scanned Charm's bodice for any triumphant infliction. His heart fluttered rapidly in the cavity of his bosom; feeling that the battle would draw to a close very soon. Neither of them had much left to do.

Tagged: fleabittengray
Count: 670
Comments: Alrighty ro
Hits: 2||3
Dodge: 1||1-- (Used.)

Attack Summary:

• First Attack: Dante had advanced when Charm did and because of his movement, Charm's hind leg struck it's mark, but not as severely as he had hoped, but still pretty painful for Dante. It is clear it is not crippling as Dante is now countering by lunging forward in a half rear to snap at Charm's face with his teeth or any exposed flesh he can grapple. If he connects, he will attempt to tear away anything he grasps.
• Second Attack: Dante finally used his 1 dodge to piaffe toward the side so he could attack the pre-occupied shire with his own rear. His hooves are frantically trying to connect any potential location. It is a messy, last minute retaliation with no real target set; however still strong none the less.
• Third Attack: Yet to be made.

Sustained: A shallow, but long laceration to the right forearm. Not only will the cut need time to heal, but the tissues and underlying muscles are bruised by minor abrasion. It stings and it aches, but he is still able to manage his weight. The wound is bleeding rather freely.

[fleabittengray]

Name- Carnallust The Charmer
Breed- Shire
Age- 7
Gender- xy
Height- 18
Alliance- Dark
Health- 89%

The thing about battles was that, no matter how could of a fighter you were, something was bound to go wrong. One could spend their whole lives plotting out one, specific battle, they could know exactly what they wanted to do, but since fate liked being a bastard, chances were something was going to go wrong. Plans were going to be changed. Wounds were going to be given and received. For Charm, that was all a part of the fun. He didn't consider an opponent worth his time if they didn't leave at least one scar. Even Macy had been quick enough to leave him with a souvenir, a four inch scar on his right shoulder, but that was besides the point. The point now was, Charm's rear wasn't going to make contact, he could tell almost immediately. Dante was quick on his feet, Charm would give him that. The pure blooded shire, on the other hand, was not nearly as nimble. His body was too massive, too heavy, but he did his best.

In a movement that was not nearly as graceful as Dante's movements had been, Charm forced himself back onto all fours and hastily moved his body to the left, away from Dante's attack. In his haste to get away, however, he landed oddly on his left foreleg, forcing it to bare most of his weight all at once. He hissed softly, the sound barely audible over the sounds of their battle, a slight wrinkling of his nose and twitching of his ears a visible sign of his discomfort, but he pushed on, turning his body as quickly as he could. He then made a split second decision, a drastic change of plans, if you will, and began to charge at the still rearing hellion. He knew that his time was limited, no man could hold a rear forever, but he pushed himself, ignoring the dull ache in his foreleg.

He sought to knock the mahogany brute off balance, at first, before lifting his own body just enough to reach higher up on the stallion. Charm then began to bite at any sensitive area he could reach. He wanted to rip and tears at the flesh, to leave wounds that would be painful but not deadly. If he was lucky, perhaps they would scar over, leaving the behemoth with a reminder of who Charm was.

Word Count- 404
Muse- low
Music- gdfr - flo rida
Notes- @morfran five days to reply

3/3 Hits:
1: kicked both back hooves out towards dante's front legs, hoping to hit either his knees or cannon bones
2: approached dante and reared, kicking out with with his front hooves aiming mainly at the eyes, jaw, and just between dante's ears
3: while dante was still in a rear, charm made a split second decision to charge at him, wanting to unbalance him while also biting at his right side, lifting his own body into a half rear to reach higher

1/1 Dodges:
1: since dante came at his right side (from what i gathered from the post, cell wasn't specific, so i picked the right side), charm landed quickly on his feet again and hastily moved to the left, avoiding all hits. however, moving so quickly made him land wrong on his left foreleg and though he didn't do any serious injury to it, it's not twisted or anything, it is still sore and will be sore for the rest of the day

Injuries:
1: bite to the left side of his face; a flap of skin hangs from his cheek; moderate bleeding
2: landed wrong on left foreleg coming out of a rear, not a serious injury, will be sore for a minimum of 24 hours

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FORFEIT I would like to give Gray the lands of Pestilentia Detention. I was debating about my other characters anyway since Grizmar has sprung up popularity ridiculously and I would rather just keep my two Cannons active as much as possible ^^