[aliyaah]

HELKAER VS NEUTRAL WAR

decide your fate. 

Romeo vs Divine

Climate:
It is winter, but it's a warmer day. The warring parties arrive early in the morning, just as the sun is rising. There is snow on the ground, several inches thick, and slushy - mixing with the mud it has happened beneath it. The sky above is cloud covered, perhaps it will snow later on, but if it does it will be light snow - pretty, despite the destruction that will be happening on the land below.

Battle Terms:
- 3 hits
- 1 dodge
- 3 days to reply, NO EXTENSIONS
- 3 posts each (an intro from one player, two battle posts each, and then one final post from the second player)
- 1000 word maximum

Other Info:
- Those siding with the Helkaer will have the Helkaer "fire brand" painted in mud/earth upon them so you can recognize who they side with.
- All other regular battle rules still apply so be sure to address the battle thread for rules. 
- Please see the main thread for any other info: Click. This includes info on how the groups approached the battle and what not, so be sure you read it over. 

Upon random draw, aliyaah will be posting first, followed by @phantasm. 
Good luck!

THANKS ANNECORDELIA

[aliyaah]

Name- Divine
Breed- Morgan x Thoroughbred x American Paint Horse x Canadian Warmblood
Age- 5
Gender- Mare
Height- 16 hands high
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 100%

This was what she had been preparing for. This had been why she had been practicing. Tirelessly and desperately she had practiced with others, again and again. She had never been known for being an adept fighter - her father had taught her the basics, and at least provided her with enough knowledge that she might be able to protect herself should someone try to come after her. But while she had known how to defend herself, she had not previously had the ability to act offensively. It had been a short time into the war that Divine had realized that this was not going to end in the way that she or Cathair might have desired - a way that did not call for as much bloodshed, as much pain. It was then after she had come to this realization that she made a change, began to seek out the knowledge and experiences of others, so that they might be able to help her better herself - to help her be more prepared for what was inevitably to come. While she certainly felt more prepared than she had previously, she still lacked confidence in herself. Battling was simply not her greatest capability and perhaps never would be. She did not like to bring pain to others, but she would do it out of necessity. She would do it to protect her kingdom, for letting them fight for her while she stood upon the sidelines had never been an option. So while she may have lacked confidence, what she did not lack was dedication and motivation. What she did not lack was cause. And so, despite her circumstance and whether or not she was ready for this, when she stood alongside the others who had come to the battlefield in order to protect the Neutral Kingdom, she felt proud to be beside them. And that was enough.

The sun was just passing the horizon to glare into her silver gaze as the warring parties made their way onto the battlefield. At first it was silent, as neither side said a word while they drew closer to one another. The tension that lingered in the air between the groups was almost palpable. The former queen walked with certainty despite that beneath the surface, she had to fight herself from being overcome by fear. It was the ones who stood at her side that gave her courage, forced her to keep stepping forward - toward the line of her enemies. Her daggers dragged through the slush that had gathered upon the surface of the earth, coming to intermingle with the moist clay that lay beneath the snow. Every few steps or so, she felt herself lose her traction slightly, her flints sliding along the slippery surface. She gritted her teeth in response to this – it would not be an easy terrain to navigate during her battle, and that could put her at a disadvantage. But then, would she even have time to consider such a thing? She very likely would be far too preoccupied with the actions of her opponent to be able to concern herself much over her environment. Nonetheless, she made a note of it. As they drew nearer to their opponents, she felt her muscles beneath her dual toned pelt begin the tense in anticipation, her breathing becoming ragged and quick. That was when they came to halt before the group of equines, all marked with the same brand - perhaps to distinguish who they were. Remembering the turmoil and agony that they had brought to her home, she stared them down with an unforgiving silver gaze - now feeling more ready than ever to end this. And so as her glare came to set upon the one who stood directly in front of her, he who would be her personal challenger, she offered him no words, not daring to waste even a single breath upon needless talk. She simply waited, unwavering, for him to make his first move - knowing that she would not back down when he did.

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BATTLE TERMS
- 3 hits
- 1 dodge
- 3 days to reply, NO EXTENSIONS

- Words: 674/1000
- Posts: 1/3
- Attacks: 0/3
- Dodges: 0/1
-Tag: @phantasm

[Deleted]

Name- Romeo 

Breed- Thoroughbred
Age- 12 (deceased)
Gender- Stallion
Height- 18 hands high
Alliance- Dark
Health- 100%


The time had come.  Romeo could feel it coursing through his veins.  Tha-thump.  It was a phantom sensation that reminisced the beating of his long since dead heart.  He lived for sensations in which he could marvel at their splendor at leisure, taking everything in all at once.  It was sensations like these that made him feel truly alive despite the fact he was the walking dead.  The thirst for power was insatiable, never truly satisfied.  One could not truly live without living life to the fullest -- to the edge, bringing everything, and everyone to climax over and over again.  How could one know complete happiness without utter sorrow?  The days of his wandering, pointless thinking was a thing of the past, and yet could be brought forth to reflect on whenever it pleased him.  It was one of the benefits of being immortal; time no longer made him its victim -- he made it his bitch.  

A slight chill clung in the intangible atmosphere as the allied group of individuals proceeded toward the battlefields; a united front against a common enemy.  All personal qualms were cast aside and the alliance to the Helkaer bonded him to this particular group of individuals, thus bringing the underworld topside into the mortal realms in the form of the demon king himself.  His powers were stripped during this battle, but it did not take away the knowledge that he had gained from his transcendence into awakening.  If there was one thing he had learned through experience it was that the mind could be your greatest ally or your worst enemy -- it came down to emotional control.  Someone whom could control their emotions could control their mind in retrospect.  It seemed that the Helkaers had a formidable group of individuals whom were willing to commence into battle alongside them.

His eyes were infused with all the components of the colors of hell fire as his gaze steadily surveyed the winter tundra ahead of them.  The cracked, dry earth of the battlefields were no longer evident and in its place was a three inch carpet of snow as he approached the enemy line with brazen indifference to who he fought.  Male.  Female.  Gay. Lesbian.  Straight or twisted.  It didn't matter to him.  What mattered to him was the blood that was to be shed in the name of the war that was to commence.  He would wear the battle scars upon his mortal frame with pride, stitched into the intricate tribal markings as evidence to his experience.  His legacy was well-known in Wild Equines, eternally written into the pages of history and would continue to unfold for all of eternity.  

Steel daggers slipped slightly from underneath him due to the sloppy snow and mud mixture underneath him but he calmly regained his balance and strode forward with calm scrutiny, assessing the line of individuals that had gathered to aid the neutral alliance in this shit show.  An arrogant smirk broached his chapped lips at the feeble attempt at rebellion to the bearing down of the Helkaers on the neutral royal kingdom.  He supposed that they could have an A for effort, no matter how frivolous it would be.  Many of the Helkaers were seasoned veterans entering the battlefields and they knew their way around -- or knew the gist of it, at least.  How many of those that sided with the neutrals truly knew the art of battle?  

His gaze rolled quietly down the line of opponents until they came to rest upon whomever stood before him.  A muscled, but yet very feminine, painted mare stood before him with the calm of an entire nature.  He had to give her props for her poker face because he could only imagine what was flitting around inside of that mind.  He wasted no time in polite pleasantries as he gave her an analytical once-over before moving forward in controlled movements.  He was mindful of the slick surface underfoot, but accustomed to traversing across similar terrains in all parts of winter.  He hadn't been a king whom had sat on a throne and thrown around empty threats like many a king may have done.  He had been the king whom had analyzed his enemies and then made his attack; strong, savage, and bold.  

Romeo made a move to circle around her and to throw her off balance, using this more as a herding motion than an actual attack in an effort to feign his enemy.  He could feel his hooves slid underneath him and it carried him slightly to the left.  Instead of trying to correct himself as a lot of inexperienced equines would Romeo channeled his energy into an attack from the side in an attempt to knock the slightly smaller painted mare off balance or possibly bring her to the ground.  He was unsure if his attack would prove to be successful or not and so he knew that he must continue forward.  When in the throes of battle the longer one remained stationary the bigger chance that they had at being an easy target.

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BATTLE TERMS

- 3 hits
- 1 dodge
- 3 days to reply, NO EXTENSIONS



- Words: 874/1000
- Posts: 1/3
- Attacks: 1/3
- Dodges: 0/1
-Tag: aliyaah

[aliyaah]

Name- Divine
Breed- Morgan x Thoroughbred x American Paint Horse x Canadian Warmblood
Age- 5
Gender- Mare
Height- 16 hands high
Alliance- Neutral
Health- 90% - she is severely shaken up from the blow that she took from him. Blunt force trauma to her shoulder, surely will have deep bruising there, with aches throughout the rest of her. 

Needless to say, Divine was disheartened when she saw the creature who stood before her – the one who was to be her opponent. For starters, he was a massive being – standing hands above her, he not only towered over her height, but his frame was composed of heavily toned muscles. This gave Divine inclination to believe he was a well-seasoned veteran when it came to brawling, alongside the visual she was given of the abundant number of scars that decorated his skeleton. Even if he was not as well versed in battles as she was assuming him to be, those muscular fibers that he possessed could be a huge disadvantage to her, should he attempt to simply out-force her. When her sights reached his façade, she saw him giving her his own assessment, and so she took this short-lived opportunity to go over him a little better. That was when her attention was able to bring her focus to his more fine detailing – tribal markings which adorned his frame in a remarkable fashion, powerful horns protruding from his skull. Oh no… he was a being of the Underworld. If Divine had had uncertainty before, that was nothing compared to what she felt now.

The hell beast began to move, but he didn’t immediately throw himself at her as she had expected. Instead, the hell-beast moved with precision, circling around her as if she was his prey. She tried to move with him, pivoting on her hindquarters to keep the front her bodice square with him. Allowing him to get behind her could be deadly. However, she felt her pistons slipping in the concoction of mud and snow. It forced her to make slower movements for her turns in order to remain steady, leaving her one step behind his waltz. Due to this lag, she could not avoid the charge when he finally did launch towards her. She just barely caught the sight of him sliding slightly as well on the slick terrain, and for a moment she felt a flash of relief – his misstep might offer her the opportunity to straighten out, to meet him head on once more so she was not at such a vulnerable angle. But that relief was fleeting, for somehow he was unaffected by the slip up, and flying towards her. With only enough time to turn so that he came at her shoulder instead of her side, his massive skeleton crashed into her, slamming her backwards. Her shoulder, which took the brunt of the force, immediately began pounding from pain - but within moments, that throb began stretching into the rest of her as well. In additin to the pain, the creature had also thrown her off balance. Perhaps on more sturdy grounding she would be able to catch herself, but that was not the case. Instead, she felt her pistons skid through the mud as they tried to find purchase, and when they didn’t, Divine’s limbs crumpled beneath her. This was exactly what she had been afraid of. In a desperate move, she rocked back upon her posterior appendages, folding them beneath her in a way that she ended up more in a sitting position. Finally able to grasp the earth under her with her hinds, she did not hesitate. She slammed them downwards in order to propel herself forwards in an effort to get up. Taking advantage of the momentum she had from the simple act of standing up once more, she continued to push ahead – into a stallion who had not stopped coming towards her. He was quickly upon her, and then they were in close contact. Divine, much smaller than this towering brute, and much closer to the ground from her fall, was out of reach of the more vital portions of his body – but that did not mean she could not do damage from where she was.

Being in front of him and so low to the ground from still not being completely upright, Divine used the momentum she had to flow forwards. She had no time to assess what was the best move from this vantage point, so instead she let instinct take over – and that instinct drove her to aim for extremity that was closest to her. She was nearest to his right front leg, and so she sent her skull forwards, teeth barred. Her aim was to sink her fangs into his forearm, for an effective blow here would hinder his use of the limb. In the flurry of movements, she was unsure as to whether or not her attack was effective, and so she kept moving in order to protect herself. She quickly sidestepped away from him, now straightening herself to completely vertical stance once more. She only allowed herself a second — just one — of respite. In that briefest of moments her bodice told her what sort of a toll this battle was taking upon her – her entire frame ached intensely from her opponents hit, and she was becoming drenched in sweat both from the tepid air as well as the exertion she was putting herself through. Then, she rocketed her silver and ashen frame into action once more, pushing back towards her foe. It was perhaps not as forceful a movement as she would have liked it to be – she was unused to being in such physical agony, and so was not completely sure how to adjust. Nevertheless, she did her best with it. When she was in close proximity once more, she once again relied on the force of her hindquarters. Putting her entire weight into them, she lifted her front end off of the ground. Her forelimbs then went flying in his direction, striking out with the intention of hitting something higher up, and more crucial than his leg – his skull. She put as much force as her torso would allow into it, franticly seeking an effective hit.

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BATTLE TERMS
- 3 hits
- 1 dodge
- 3 days to reply, NO EXTENSIONS

- Words: 986/1000 (haha oh god)
- Posts: 2/3
- Attacks: 2/3
1) Divine, using the momentum she had from getting up from her fall, pushes herself into the oncoming Romeo and tries to bite what's closest to her - his right fore leg.
2) Once she's standing up again, she rears up and strikes out with the aim of hitting his skull. 

- Dodges: 0/1
-Tag: @phantasm

[❅ Icy Dragon ✩]

This battle has been forfeited because Romeo was not posted within the time limit, so Divine is the winner.
aliyaah @phantasm