[fleabittengray]

Name- Rasa
Breed- Danish Warmblood
Age- Immortal
Gender- xx
Height- 17
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 97% - She is pregnant

Another steal had come, and it was by a demon that Rasa had never heard of before; that was a change, usually she knew or had at least heard of the demons that were doing the stealing. But this one, a brute named Shaman, was new to her. She was curious about him, yes, but mostly she was angry. Angry that the Underworld couldn't just let them breathe for a moment, angry that she had let yet another steal happen right under her nose. The fact that it was an angel she had never even spoken to before just made it that much more embarrassing. She should have taken the time to get to know Anasazi, at the very least spoken to her once or twice, but instead, she had been doing other things, like worrying over her Lord who had just recently returned from the Underworld. Spike was a changed man now. His fight with the Lady of the Underworld had been brutal. It was not a fight he had been ready for. The dumb bastard should have let her fight instead. He was still new to the ranks, he didn't yet fully understand the power of the afterlife rulers. Hopefully, he had left Letha with a few scars of her own to remember him by, because he had been left with more than one himself. All for something they hadn't even talked about fighting for in the first place. A worthless, useless battle that was now one more thing for the Underworld to gloat over. When would it end?

She entered the battlegrounds feeling weak and weary. She was not at all feeling confident, there was even a lingering of fear in her blood. Was it really smart to be entering a battle when her Lord was already out of sorts? And their beta was dealing with his own issues? If she was badly injured, it would leave Utopia without any leaders. Plus, she was already at a disadvantage, seeing as she was pregnant. The early stages of pregnancy, she wasn't even showing it yet, but there was still a soul growing inside of her. It was still too soon to tell if it was a boy or a girl, and unless someone was paying attention they probably wouldn't even notice the extra energy within Rasa, but Rasa had noticed it as soon as it had formed. It was for this foal that she was worried. It was not smart to be fighting while pregnant, but right now, it was simply unavoidable. There was no one else left that could fight. She supposed she could have sent one of her other angels, maybe Castiel or Valefor, but that just didn't seem right for her to do. This was her mess. It was best that she clean it up.

The spot that the bay warmblood picked to commence the fight in was flat and barren. There were no rocks, no dips in the sand, no hills. It was just a flat expanse of land at least a mile wide. Plenty of room to maneuver without tripping over anything, and there would be no chance of a sneak attack considering she could see all around her. There was a line of trees in the distance ahead of her, but should Shaman approach from that direction she would see him right away. Her brown eyes scanned all around her, head turning from one side to the other. She was nervous, but she was ready, her wings hidden for this battle since supernatural abilities were not to be used. They were going to be as two mortals for this fight... and Rasa had never felt more mortal than she did in this moment.

[Words: 621]
[Tagged: @chaosy ]
[Notes: Here ya go]
[Timeline: Spike just returned to Utopia, after telling Lateralus about her pregnancy, early stages of pregnancy (not showing)]
[Terms: A week to reply. Fighting for the soul of Anasazi played by @chaosy ]
[Dodges: 0/1]
[Hits: 0/3]
[Injuries: None]

[Deleted]

Name- Shaman
Breed- Friesian x Kiger Mustang x Andalusian
Age- 10 years at death
Gender- Stallion
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 98%


Shaman raised his head as he paced through the battle grounds. His muscles slid under his dark roan coat and his white stockings flashed in contrast as he moved. As he moved, he willed away his dual horns. He and his opponent had agreed to battle as mortals, however he had been a mortal not that long ago. The idea of battling as such did not bother him at all. He would rather this than attempting to battle with powers that he still did not understand yet. "All of this strife over a new angel that she has never even seen. And to challenge a demon that she has never seen either. I am beginning to wonder if she stays in a bubble..." He murmured as he walked, laughing softly to himself. He had been amused to get the challenge over the little paint angel, and would not give her up easily. Shaking his heavy black mane, he gazed around him with rich crimson eyes.

The area that she had chosen was flat and clear. Nothing to dodge behind or trip over, no rocks to step on during the battle. The ground level and easy to move across, all seeming to be the same shade of brown. As he approached, he noted the tall bay mare with a smirk. The anger was rolling off of her like a wave of thunder, and anything that would identify her as more than mortal was gone. So she was unhappy about the steal... That knowledge just made him grin even more, and made his crimson eyes lighten a bit with a twinkle of amusement. He moved steadily and confidently, not rushing into the battle nor hanging back as if afraid to challenge her. Each movement was carefully calculated, and he stepped with power that showed the knowledge of his own strength. That strength, and the desire to cause others to fear him had made his sire proud of him when he was young. Now he was going to test himself against the lead mare of Utopia. A part of him was excited to see how he would fare against this mare that had most likely battled for her land and angels before this.

When he finally reached the mare, he stopped with his stocky legs well under him and heavy raven tail brushing the ground. Raising his head, he gazed at her and took in her form. She was slightly taller than him but he was stockier. Her legs seemed to be the opposite of him, fading black up to her brown body. She also had no white on her form. "You must be the Lady of Utopia... I don't know if I should be impressed or not. " He stated, eyes narrowed as he took her in. "I suppose that I should consider it an honor that someone as... important... as yourself would deign to come and try to rescue an angel that you have never had the desire to greet. The little paint is cute and easy to scare. Easy to do so much more to... Given a little more time, I could really enjoy that little clover." He laughed as he spoke the last, thinking of the interactions that he had enjoyed with the little mare. Part of him wondered how this Lady would take the information, if she would get more angry at the idea of him scaring the little angel. Should he elaborate and tell her more about what he had done to her? Maybe save that to throw her off... Eying her with his ruby gaze, he wondered how much fun he could have with her if she was the one that he had stolen instead.




Words:  618
Tagged: fleabittengray
Notes: -crosses fingers that I dont make a total fool of self-
Timeline: Shortly after Underworld meeting.
Terms: A week to reply. Fighting for the soul of Anasazi played by @chaosy
Dodges: 0/1
Hits: 0/3
Injuries: None

[fleabittengray]

Name- Rasa
Breed- Danish Warmblood
Age- Immortal
Gender- xx
Height- 17
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 97% - She is pregnant

She had come here during the mortal morning. The sun was up and shining though the air was cool against her skin. Autumn had come to the land of the living. The leaves on the trees in the distance were multi-colored and littered the ground. It was a pretty sight if you ignored the carcasses that littered the battlegrounds. The bones. The blood-stained sand. It was sad to think that mortals came here to fight to the death over something as silly as a steal or a challenge... but at the same time, she could completely understand it. She appeared outwardly calm as she stood in the sunlight, a light breeze dancing through her tendrils, out inwardly she was full of rage. She wanted to tear the skin from Shaman's body and leave him out in the sun to rot but of course, the Utopian Lady couldn't do that, could never even admit to that. She had to show herself as strong and pure and she was trying, she really was trying, but after all of the bullshit that had been happening... maybe it was time to start showing her darker side because believe it or not, she had one.

Rasa sensed her opponent's presence before she scented or heard him. His dark soul called out to her; it was dirty and foul, like most other demons. He most likely did not want to be saved. He was probably like every other demon - there would be no redemption for him today. She turned her head to watch the brute approach, keeping still and silent though her eyes did partially narrow. His white stockinged legs were long, his body stocky. His breeding was most likely mixed, unlike her own pure breeding. He was built for power. Shaman would have brute strength on his side, but did he have the skills to match it? He appeared to be young, but an immortal's appearance could be quite deceiving. She sized him up quietly as he approached. He was just barely shorter than herself.

As he raised his head, Rasa lifted her's as well. Her tail snapped against her flank with a loud snap that split the silence around them. He was the first to speak, speaking boldly as most demons tended to do. "You must be the Lady of Utopia... I don't know if I should be impressed or not." His eyes narrowed and Rasa imagined he was sizing her up, trying to see if she was a worthy Lady or not. She expected him to think that she wasn't. Hell, she didn't even think that she was. "That I am," she replied slowly, calmly, though her eyes were glowing with hatred and rage."I suppose that I should consider it an honor that someone as... important... as yourself would deign to come and try to rescue an angel that you have never had the desire to greet. The little paint is cute and easy to scare. Easy to do so much more to... Given a little more time, I could really enjoy that little clover." He was trying to get under her skin with his words; it was what every demon she encountered tried to do. She simply snorted and offered a too-sweet smile in return. "What a shame your time has come to an end, then, dear," she said, her words still as calm as ever.

She said no more then, her bodice going into motion. She did not charge at him. Instead, she pranced, her head reaching out in a snaking motion as she two-beated toward him to close the distance between them. She bared her teeth as she passed him left shoulder to left shoulder, a display of aggression and dominance, and as her back end came level with his midsection, she spun to her right and pushed all of her weight onto her front hooves, sending her back daggers out with full power towards his left side. The attack was predictable, easy enough to avoid, and it probably seemed ridiculous for her to do something like that as her first attack, but she wanted to test him. She wanted to know his reflexes, wanted to know how he took a hit or how he dodged before she really started throwing punches at him. Besides, if he dodged this simple attack, it would leave him unable to dodge anything more severe, and if he didn't dodge it, he could potentially end up with broken ribs or bruised ribs for the rest of the battle, if she was lucky. Either way, she was seeing it as a win.

[Words: 767]
[Tagged: @chaosy ]
[Notes: Trash]
[Timeline: Spike just returned to Utopia, after telling Lateralus about her pregnancy, early stages of pregnancy (not showing)]
[Terms: A week to reply. Fighting for the soul of Anasazi played by @chaosy ]
[Dodges: 0/1]
[Hits: 1/3
1. Pranced towards him, baring her teeth as she passed him left side to left side. As soon as her hind end was near his middle, she spun to her right and then kicked with her back hooves towards his barrel, hoping to bruise or break ribs]
[Injuries: None]

[Deleted]

Name- Shaman
Breed- Friesian x Kiger Mustang x Andalusian
Age- 10 years at death
Gender- Stallion
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 98%


Shaman had watched her turn to face him as he approached with a nod. Of course she would see him coming. He made no moves to hide himself. Where was the fun in that? It was much more fun to see how his victims reacted to his form stalking toward them. He was determined to make her his next victim. His tail trailed over the skeletons of horses that had failed to survive a battle and he wondered if this lady would be the next body left here to rot. He refused to think about the fact that he could very well be that next body on the battle field.

"What a shame your time has come to an end, then, dear," Shaman rolled his eyes at her sickly sweet smile and shook his head. Trying to be so sweet was revolting. "We shall see, Lady." His voice dripped with disdain as he spoke and he watched her begin to move. It was time to begin. A quiver went through him as he realized that he was starting this battle and he forced his body still. "Perhaps I should take you next time..." He said, words dark and tone even darker. "I am sure we could have more fun than I have had with the little clover angel. She gave up too easily and became a quivering mess..." His words were full of hint, a sly smile crossing his face that the thoughts of the time he had spent with Anasazi so far.

Shaman watched her come toward him, attempting to show dominance when he felt that she was the weaker of the two. The leader of Utopia was this mare? That thought alone made him hold back a laugh. His head turned to watch her make the first move, his body turning away. He didn't try to dodge the heels that came flying his way, feeling them impact along his side with good force behind the hard hooves. A slight crack made him pin his ears and bare his teeth at her. Maybe this mare could put up a bit more of a fight than he anticipated... The ache that was left behind told him that his ribs were bruised and would be making breathing painful, not to mention the one rib that had been cracked. A grunt escaped his lips as he finished turning and faced her. Shaman's eyes had darkened to the color of drying blood and he was no longer letting thoughts cloud his mind. His mind had moved straight into the battle with crystal like clarity.

In response to her attack, Shaman leapt toward her, using his stocky legs to propel him forward. He had no desire to hold back, wanting nothing more than to see this mare at his feet and begging for him to stop. He struck out, teeth grasping for the base of her neck while his body was moving to try to knock her over. The dark blue roan stallion wanted nothing more than to spill the blood of the mare that had dared to challenge him. He wanted to paint his white legs and the white spots on his face in her red blood, wearing it like paint when he returned home to the Underworld. Shaman may not be as fast as the bay mare, but he could be more ferocious than most horses that he had faced in life. That fierce desire to see her fall is what drove him. He didn't know if she would dodge his attack, or even what would land of what he had attempted, but his thoughts were already moving forward to his next move and considering what she might do next. He was already feeling the struggle that would continue to grow as he exerted himself in the battle. His side was on fire as he tried to breathe, and he tried to force that pain to the back of his mind.




Words:  659
Tagged: fleabittengray
Notes: -crosses fingers that I dont make a total fool of self-
Timeline: Shortly after Underworld meeting.
Terms: A week to reply. Fighting for the soul of Anasazi played by @chaosy
Dodges: 0/1
Hits: 1/3
1. Leapt at her, teeth aimed at the base of her neck while trying to knock her down with his stocky body.
Injuries: 1. Bruised ribs on left side with one cracked rib (Will make breathing painful and difficult)

[fleabittengray]

Name- Rasa
Breed- Danish Warmblood
Age- Immortal
Gender- xx
Height- 17
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 95% - She is pregnant

"We shall see, Lady." The way he spoke to her made the bay's blood boil. He spoke down to her like she was lower than him. Like she was nothing. Rasa may not think that she was a very good Lady of Utopia, but she knew she was better than nothing. At least she was trying, unlike so many before her. She had been the Lady for quite a few mortal years now, had probably been in the afterlife longer than this demon had been in Hell. Her mortal years probably outnumbered his mortal and immortal years combined. Puh! What was he but an arrogant child? A fool? She was something. It was him that was nothing. "Perhaps I should take you next time... I am sure we could have more fun than I have had with the little clover angel. She gave up too easily and became a quivering mess..." Her teeth clenched at the thought of what much have been done to poor Anasazi. Rape, most likely, or some sort of sexual assault. It seemed to be all the demons and those like them could do these days - not that that was a good thing. "Threaten me all you want, Shaman, but it will not shake me," she hissed out between clenched teeth, anger dripping from each syllable.

When finally their words fell silent and the battle began, her hind kick landing squarely upon Shaman's barrel, Rasa felt that rush of adrenaline shoot through her. The moment her hooves connected, it flooded her system and as soon as all four hooves were back on the ground, the Danish warmblood was prancing away, head bobbing as she snorted and flicked her tail from side to side. She got out of range before she turned around, huffing out hot air from her nostrils and staring Shaman down. She'd heard the distinct crack of a rib breaking, though the bastard had had minimal reaction to the bone breaking. Nevertheless, it would hinder him. A broken rib would make it hard to breathe, hard to move, even if it was just one.

Though, perhaps, it would not hinder him enough to slow him down. The angelic being tensed, preparing for impact as the stocky brute charged at her. She tucked her chin down against her chest, protecting her throat. The sound of his thundering hooves echoed in her ears as he got closer and closer, as if in slow motion, but Rasa did not move. She stood still and steady, teeth bared and ears pinned. When they collided, Rasa let out a grunt, a whoosh of air, and then a hiss as she felt skin tear along the base of her neck, on the right side. His momentum knocked her to the left and she stumbled, bracing her legs apart to try and steady herself. Her hooves slid slightly in the sand but she managed to stay standing. She swayed for a moment before immediately turning to face the brute.

Rasa lunged forward, almost as if she was going to mimic his attack, but at the last moment upon her approach, she reared up before the shorter equine and kicked with her fore-daggers at Shaman's head and neck - left, right, left, right. If she could knock him just right on the head, maybe she could leave him with a concussion. At the very least, her hooves could potentially slice into the skin of his face, marring that oh so handsome facade so that he could go back home and tell his Lady that he had failed. That was what Rasa was hoping for.

[Words: 601]
[Tagged: @chaosy ]
[Notes: Getting better]
[Timeline: Spike just returned to Utopia, after telling Lateralus about her pregnancy, early stages of pregnancy (not showing)]
[Terms: A week to reply. Fighting for the soul of Anasazi played by @chaosy ]
[Dodges: 0/1]
[Hits: 2/3
1. Pranced towards him, baring her teeth as she passed him left side to left side. As soon as her hind end was near his middle, she spun to her right and then kicked with her back hooves towards his barrel, hoping to bruise or break ribs
2. Turned and changed at Shaman, rearing up at the last second and kicking at his head/neck area with her hooves multiple times]
[Injuries:
1. Small tear on the right side of the base of her neck/shoulder area, mild bleeding]

[Deleted]

Breed- Friesian x Kiger Mustang x Andalusian
Age- 10 years at death
Gender- Stallion
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 98%


"Threaten me all you want, Shaman, but it will not shake me," Shaman grinned, eyes flashing in amusement. "But you are getting angry and that can act as more than a distraction, My Lady..." His words dripped with disdain as he spoke, lingering on her title like it was something dead in his path. "And whoever said that I was threatening? That was a promise, angel." He winked as he watched her getting more furious. It was too much fun to get into her head and make her as mad as she was appearing.

Shaman felt the hooves slice his skin with ragged tears. Her right hoof connected with the center of his forehead, staining his white star with crimson blood. It was not hard enough of a connection to break any more bones, but it sure hurt like hell. Her left hoof slid down the right side of his muscular neck, feeling like a hot blade through his skin. Fury welled up inside and he let loose a scream of defiance. His crimson eyes darkened in anger as he watched her move for a moment, trying to figure out an attack that would do the greatest damage to her tall and slender figure. All he wanted at that moment was to see her bleeding at his feet.

Teeth bared and reddened from his own blood, he rushed at her, bearing down on her right side. He was stockier and a full hand shorter than the angelic Lady and he was going to use that added weight and bone size to his advantage. Maybe using her own trick against her would throw her off enough to be harmed by it. As he came beside her chocolate form, he used his well toned forelegs to pivot and sent his stocky rear legs straight at her side. The movement hurt terribly, causing his left rear hoof to waver a bit as it traveled through the air toward her. His white dipped right leg stayed straight and true, most of his force focused on hitting her hard enough to make her remember this battle for quite some time.

After his kick, Shaman leapt forward in an attempt to put a little bit of distance between himself and the mare that he was fighting. Any extra time that it would take for her to reach him was precious time that he could use to try to catch his breath. His left side was on fire, and blood from the slices on his face and neck was dripping down his rich blue roan coat. The white on his face was nearly eclipsed by the blood and he was becoming more determined to win. He would not let himself down and would make sure that Rasa remembered the demon that had harmed her.

"Someday, you will bow at my hooves, Rasa." He vowed as he sucked in deep, painful breaths. At that point, he wanted nothing more than to see that very thing happen. This battle had changed in his mind. It was no longer to make Lethrblaka proud and defend his steal. It was personal now. He was furious that she had wounded him and seemed to be prancing around with very little in exchange. After this, he would work on his skills and tactics. He would become a demon to fear. This vow was silent, personal. But that personal vow meant more than outward words would ever be able to explain. It was a description of how he would proceed after this battle and how he would become what he needed to become to make the Underworld proud.




Words: 604
Tagged: fleabittengray
Notes: -crosses fingers that I dont make a total fool of self-
Timeline: Shortly after Underworld meeting.
Terms: A week to reply. Fighting for the soul of Anasazi played by @chaosy
Dodges: 0/1
Hits: 2/3
1. Leapt at her, teeth aimed at the base of her neck while trying to knock her down with his stocky body.
2. Rushed at her right side with teeth bared and bloodied from his own blood. Spun on his front hooves and kicked out with his rear at her side.
Injuries:
1. Bruised ribs on left side with one cracked rib (Will make breathing painful and difficult)
2. Lacerations on forehead and right side of neck from Rasa’s hooves.

[fleabittengray]

Name- Rasa
Breed- Danish Warmblood
Age- Immortal
Gender- xx
Height- 17
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 95% - She is pregnant

"But you are getting angry and that can act as more than a distraction, My Lady..." His voice grated against her eardrums, making her harks pin back against her skull as she bared her teeth at him. She would show this little bastard not to fuck with her again. She had failed all other battles, but she would not fail this one - especially so soon after her Lord had failed his own battle! Shaman was right that she was angry, but wrong to say that it was a distraction. She was not distracted. She was fully focused on this battle, and on winning it to bring back Anasazi so she could apologize to the mare and hopefully get her to accept said apology. "And whoever said that I was threatening? That was a promise, angel." A promise? All demons promised the same thing - the destruction of Utopia. These days it seemed like they were winning, sure, but she wasn't going to let that fact distract her from winning. "If I fall, Shaman, you'll fall with me. That's a promise," she spat back at him, lip pulled back in a snarl. She'd had enough of this demon mutt. She couldn't wait for this battle to be over. With any luck, she would come out of it victorious.

Rasa was pleased when her second attack hit its mark. Her hooves sliced into the flesh of Shaman's face and neck, coating her hooves and his skin in a glossy sheen of blood. His scream of defiance was music to her ears and she answered with a loud cry of her own, a cry of power and determination. His eyes were dark with anger and the Lady of Utopia was pleased by it. When her attack was over, she dropped back down onto all fours, snorting. She was given no time to prepare for Shaman's retaliation. He once again came rushing at her, charging to her right side. The angel squealed when she saw him turn to kick at her barrel, her thoughts immediately going to the life growing inside of her. Conjuring all of the power and speed she could, the bay pushed off of her back legs and darted away, like a bullet out of the barrel of a gun.

She managed to get away from his attack, but only just barely. She swore she could feel the rush of air from his hooves just behind her rump as she bolted away, but all she could think about was that she was glad he had not made contact with her midsection. And now... oh, now she was angry. Shaman might not even know that she was pregnant, she wasn't showing and the hint of another soul was only just there, but in that moment Rasa could only think about him potentially harming or killing the life growing inside of her. The Danish warmblood let out another scream, looping back around to face Shaman. Beneath the morning sun, her sweat-slick pelt glimmered and gleamed as she moved, muscles rippling as she charged at Shaman, teeth bared, blood trickling down her right shoulder and leg. As she neared him, she did not slow down.

When she was close enough to reach out and touch him, that's what Rasa did. She stretched out her neck, teeth seeking to clamp around his throat while she charged at him. She wanted to tear his throat out and knock him off his feeth, though her attack really wasn't well thought out and if she landed it, she would probably do more unbalance to herself than to the stockier brute but she didn't care. As long as her teeth locked around his throat, she didn't care.

[Words: 617]
[Tagged: @chaosy ]
[Notes: Hmm]
[Timeline: Spike just returned to Utopia, after telling Lateralus about her pregnancy, early stages of pregnancy (not showing)]
[Terms: A week to reply. Fighting for the soul of Anasazi played by @chaosy ]
[Dodges: 1/1
1. When he went to kick at her barrel, she bolted away from him]
[Hits: 3/3
1. Pranced towards him, baring her teeth as she passed him left side to left side. As soon as her hind end was near his middle, she spun to her right and then kicked with her back hooves towards his barrel, hoping to bruise or break ribs
2. Turned and changed at Shaman, rearing up at the last second and kicking at his head/neck area with her hooves multiple times
3. Charged at Shaman and tried to grab him by the throat and knock him off balance]
[Injuries:
1. Small tear on the right side of the base of her neck/shoulder area, mild bleeding]

[Deleted]

Breed- Friesian x Kiger Mustang x Andalusian
Age- 10 years at death
Gender- Stallion
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 98%


"If I fall, Shaman, you'll fall with me. That's a promise," Shaman chuckled at her venomous words. "Oh Rasa... I would be more than willing to help you fall... right down to the Underworld pits where you belong!" He seethed, getting sick of her demeanor. She acted like she was better than him. All that did was solidify his thoughts that he was more honest with her. He was a demon, yes. But she was acting like she thought she was a God. Snorting at the idea, he glared at her with his crimson eyes, wishing to see blood on her that matched the ruby hue.

Shaman flicked an ear at her rush to get out of reach of his hooves. He paused for a split second. She had tried extremely hard to protect her side, or was it more than that. The last time that he had witnessed a mare so desperate to protect herself from a blow to the side, she was pregnant. Rolling his eyes, he thought about that idea for a moment. That would be stupid. No mare in her right mind would willingly throw herself into battle while pregnant. He must be mistaken. But the idea of how desperate she seemed during her escape from his hooves made him start to think about his next move with careful precision.

Watching the mare, he noticed when she came at him. Her movements seemed hurried and unbalanced, teeth reaching for him. Ducking his head, he took a few quick steps back and then lifted into a rear. He wanted her to come into range of his hooves once again. Shaman was glad that he had managed to dodge her teeth and body enough to get away from that attack unharmed. He had enough injuries at this point. His side throbbed as he moved and breathed and the blood on his face was making it a struggle to get air into his lungs. Stupid face wound! Those never seemed to stop bleeding fast enough. Focusing once again, he watched Rasa, timing his attack with her moving frame.

When he had decided that she would be in the right place, he let his weight drop, front legs flailing toward her back and side. He wanted to use his larger bulk to add to his attack, happy that he was trying to come down on her spine and side with the addition of gravity and weight. He was thirsting to see more blood on her body, making him more inspired to harm her. At this point, he didn't care if she was pregnant. If she was stupid enough to come into battle pregnant, than what happened was completely on her. He had never shirked from harming mares and foals in his life, why start now. This battle was for more than fun. It was for him to prove himself to the Underworld and Utopia as a demon to be feared. Winning this would prove that he was better than this arrogant mare, as well as allow him to keep the little clover angel for a bit longer. He had to be certain that his plans would work out and more time would be beneficial for that.

After his hooves finally reached the ground, he pranced away from the mare to look at her carefully. Shaman raised his dark head, watching her every move and waiting for what would come next.




Words: 570
Tagged: fleabittengray
Notes: -crosses fingers that I don't make a total fool of self-
Timeline: Shortly after Underworld meeting.
Terms: A week to reply. Fighting for the soul of Anasazi played by @chaosy
Dodges: 1/1
1. Ducked head and backed up out of the way before rearing to give himself more space from her attack.
Hits: 3/3
1. Leapt at her, teeth aimed at the base of her neck while trying to knock her down with his stocky body.
2. Rushed at her right side with teeth bared and bloodied from his own blood. Spun on his front hooves and kicked out with his rear at her side.
3. Used his height from rearing to drop down on her back and side.
Injuries:
1. Bruised ribs on left side with one cracked rib (Will make breathing painful and difficult)
2. Lacerations on forehead and right side of neck from Rasa’s hooves.

[fleabittengray]

Name- Rasa
Breed- Danish Warmblood
Age- Immortal
Gender- xx
Height- 17
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 90% - She is pregnant

"Oh Rasa... I would be more than willing to help you fall... right down to the Underworld pits where you belong!" She scoffed at his words. They meant nothing to her. Rasa knew she had fucked up a lot in her life, but she knew it wasn't nearly enough to make her belong in the Underworld. She was redeeming herself, anyway. Taking care of her son, coming here to fight for one of her angels... She deserved Utopia. She deserved peace. She deserved to be forgiven. "I will never belong with the likes of you," she hissed between clenched teeth. The small tear on the right side of her neck was beginning to throb. The battle was nearly over and her body knew that. Her instincts were screaming at her to stop fighting, to stop putting the growing life inside of her in danger, but what other choice did she have? Spike had been in no shape to fight again, and Lat was still getting back his strength from being trapped in the Underworld for a second time. She had been the only option. She knew it was risky, but she had to do what she had to do. She was the Lady of Utopia. It was her job to protect the angels. To fight for them.

Rasa's charge at Shaman had not been well thought out. It had been done in a blind rage with a hint of panic. And she knew as soon as she saw Shaman rearing up on his hind limbs that it had been a bad idea, but she had no choice now. She didn't have enough time to slow down. So she let out a war cry, continuing her charge of fury. Her reach for his throat did not work. He'd lifted his head out of her reach and her teeth clamped around empty air. She collided with the brute just as he came down from his rear, his hooves coming down hard on her back. It knocked the wind out of her as she literally crumpled beneath him. Searing pain shot through her spine, her legs wobbling and buckling, causing her knees to land hard upon the sand. She hissed, fighting to right herself, the pain in her back making it difficult. She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she managed to get her hooves beneath her again, rising up as straight as she could.

Her breathing was labored, her legs shaking. With watering brown eyes, the angel blinked at Shaman, hatred clear within them, and without a word she disappeared, willing herself back to Utopia where her body could start its recovery. It had been a good fight, and now she just had to wait and see who had won.

[Words: 459]
[Tagged: @chaosy ]
[Notes: Unless you want to do one more post with him leaving, this can be judged now. Good luck. <3]
[Timeline: Spike just returned to Utopia, after telling Lateralus about her pregnancy, early stages of pregnancy (not showing)]
[Terms: A week to reply. Fighting for the soul of Anasazi played by @chaosy ]
[Dodges: 1/1
1. When he went to kick at her barrel, she bolted away from him]
[Hits: 3/3
1. Pranced towards him, baring her teeth as she passed him left side to left side. As soon as her hind end was near his middle, she spun to her right and then kicked with her back hooves towards his barrel, hoping to bruise or break ribs
2. Turned and changed at Shaman, rearing up at the last second and kicking at his head/neck area with her hooves multiple times
3. Charged at Shaman and tried to grab him by the throat and knock him off balance]
[Injuries:
1. Small tear on the right side of the base of her neck/shoulder area, mild bleeding
2. Sprained spine, causing pain with every little move
3. Bruised knees]

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Breed- Friesian x Kiger Mustang x Andalusian
Age- 10 years at death
Gender- Stallion
Height- 16 hands
Alliance- Dark
Health- 98%


Shaman watched Rasa leave, proud of himself for how hard he had fought. Standing still in the now empty space, he took a few slow breaths and then began to move out of the battle ground. His desire to be home and back where he would heal colored the pain, allowing him to move faster. The dust around him was kicked up as he moved, tickling his nose and causing him to sneeze. That explosive force caused the would on his forehead to fully re-open and blood to splatter everywhere around him.

Seething at the injuries that the mare had caused, he slid to a stop. "This is not over, Rasa..." He vowed, not knowing or caring if she would hear his words. He would consider her an enemy for eternity now, desiring to watch her fall from her lofty perch. If he was correct about his guesses, than perhaps she would be meeting him again sooner than she thought. The idea of taking anything close to her made him grin and he willed himself back to the Underworld. He would keep his ear to the ground for any news about her that he could use to bring her down. That much, he could promise to both himself and the Lady of Utopia. He would do what ever it took to make her Utopia her own personal Underworld...



Words: 237
Tagged: fleabittengray
Notes: Good Luck!
Timeline: Shortly after Underworld meeting.
Terms: A week to reply. Fighting for the soul of Anasazi played by @chaosy
Dodges: 1/1
1. Ducked head and backed up out of the way before rearing to give himself more space from her attack.
Hits: 3/3
1. Leapt at her, teeth aimed at the base of her neck while trying to knock her down with his stocky body.
2. Rushed at her right side with teeth bared and bloodied from his own blood. Spun on his front hooves and kicked out with his rear at her side.
3. Used his height from rearing to drop down on her back and side.
Injuries:
1. Bruised ribs on left side with one cracked rib (Will make breathing painful and difficult)
2. Lacerations on forehead and right side of neck from Rasa’s hooves.

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This battle can be judged now <3

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I will tally.

Waiting on judge collection: Yes
Judge 1 Collection: Collected
Judge 2 Collection: Collected
Judge 3 Collection: Finding Judge
Tally-ing Scores: No

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Roleplayer & Character: Gray w/ Rasa
Quality over Quantity: 14.5
Comments:
- Some of the grammar (run-ons) were pretty distracting and it just seemed like not much thought had gone into the attacks. I think more effort could have been done.
- All post were well written and well thought out.
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 14.5
Comments:
- "She got out of range before she turned around, huffing out hot air from her nostrils and staring Shaman down. She'd heard the distinct crack of a rib breaking, though the bastard had had minimal reaction to the bone breaking. " - This is in response to Shaman's attack, which literally said "In response to her attack, Shaman leapt toward her". I don't think it's fair for Rasa's next post to have her getting out of range when Shaman had an immediate reaction in his post.
- I did not notice any of these two.
Realism of Attack: 14
Comments:
- While the attacks are physically feasible, it is very unlike horses to constantly dart away from their opponent between individual attacks. Most horse fights are fought very close range and attack after attack.
- Wrote the attacks correctly that I could see.
Attack Compared to Opponent: 12.5
Comments:
- The attacks seemed sort of bland and not that much effort put into figuring them out. Rasa didn't use anything to her advantage between her build and her opponent's movements.
- Wrote out the attacks more elegantly in my opinion.
Completion of the Form: 14
Comments:
- Always completed
Spelling and Grammar: 13.5
Comments:
- Soooo many run-on sentences! There are 17 of them. I picked a few to show.
"He was still new to the ranks, he didn't yet fully understand the power of the afterlife rulers." - Don't use a comma for two indepedent clauses. (use period or ; )
" knock him off his feeth, " - feeth typo
" She should have taken the time to get to know Anasazi, at the very least spoken to her once or twice, but instead, she had been doing other things, like worrying over her Lord who had just recently returned from the Underworld." - Run-on
" She bared her teeth as she passed him left shoulder to left shoulder, a display of aggression and dominance, and as her back end came level with his midsection, she spun to her right and pushed all of her weight onto her front hooves, sending her back daggers out with full power towards his left side." - Run-on
"The attack was predictable, easy enough to avoid, and it probably seemed ridiculous for her to do something like that as her first attack, but she wanted to test him." - Run-on
"With watering brown eyes, the angel blinked at Shaman, hatred clear within them, and without a word she disappeared, willing herself back to Utopia where her body could start its recovery." - run-on.
- Read over the post twice, did not notice any errors.

Total Points: 83

Roleplayer & Character: Chaosy w/ Shaman
Quality over Quantity: 13
Comments:
- Stayed focused on the battle.
- I felt that the last post was lacking in both.
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 15
Comments:
- None
- Didn't notice either of these things.
Realism of Attack: 14.5
Comments:
- He did much less running around and reacted more to Rasa in close range, which is more realistic to a fight.
- Attacks matched the stature of his character compared to hers.
Attack Compared to Opponent: 13.5
Comments:
- All of his attacks seemed more thought out than Rasa's. He used his build and her own movements against her constantly.
- As said on the opponents form, I felt that his attacks where lacking a bit.
Completion of the Form: 12
Comments:
- No health change in 3/5 posts that required it.
Spelling and Grammar: 13
Comments:
- Several small grammar mistakes such as verb vs adverb placement, commas and then vs than.
" He had been amused to get the challenge over the little paint angel, and would not give her up easily." - Does not need the comma
"That strength, and the desire" - Does not need the comma
" His words were full of hint," - should be hints? a hint? the hint? you need a determiner before hint or make it hints.
" He didn't know if she would dodge his attack, or even what would land of what he had attempted, but his thoughts were already moving forward to his next move and considering what she might do next." - run-on
"was appearing." - should be appeared, keep constant past tense
" into battle pregnant, than" - than should be then
" He wanted to use his larger bulk to add to his attack, happy that he was trying to come down on her spine and side with the addition of gravity and weight." - run-on
" guesses, than" - than should be then
- In the last post it says 'would' instead of 'wound'

Total Points: 81

Congrats to fleabittengray w/ Rasa!!!

[fleabittengray]

@chaosy Good fight! I'll be posting Rasa returning to Utopia soon, if you would like to post Anasazi's return in that thread as well. If not, that's fine. <3