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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 9:34:34 GMT -7
SAILCAT
i know that you're afraid i'm gonna walk away each time the feeling fades
Name- sailcat Breed- arabian x shire x paint x percheron Age- 9 years Gender- mare Height- 18.2 Alliance- dark Health- 100% - 8/9 months pregnant
Sailcat had found the war with the neutrals to be rather interesting, giving her a new look on life. She had a lot of things happen to her since she first joined the Healker, though the most interesting thing was that she was now about 8 to 9 months pregnant. This was the first time in her life that she would have a foal and she was confused about it. She had emotions and feelings that she was struggling to come to terms with no matter how hard she tried. But this was not the only issue the seal brown sabino mare had another issue on the agenda for the day. Alistar, the chestnut stallion that she had stolen, wanted his freedom. He had challenged her for the right to leave the Wasteland. She had to admire him, after all this would be the second battle for his right to go back home. Sailcat had to give the stallion his props, after all he was trying to get back home. She would do the same that he had done, but she didn't know if she would be so nice about it. The mare was not the type to wait around, but there where rules in place that had to be followed.
She was pleased that he had followed the rules, now it was her turn to hold up her end. He had challenged her and she accepted. As the mare headed to the battlefield, she wondered what kind of damage she would receive this time. She hoped that it would be very little but due to her current state and large form, it would be harder for her to move from his attacks. The mare was slowly planning her attacks in her head, but there was only so much she could plan on. Shaking her head, her pale blue eyes landed on the battlefield. She moved along, her hooves touching the bloodstained earth. She wondered if he had made it here, after all they had both traveled from the Wasteland. She moved out into the open, looking for a place that she felt would give her the upper hand. Settling in a place that had bones and rocks, the mare looked around and wondered if he could lure her from this location. "Alistar, let us not waste time. If you are here let us begin." she spoke loudly, wondering if he was lurking in the shadows. The seal brown sabino mare looked around, her pale blue eyes trying to find him before he reached her.
DAYS: 5 days to reply. ATTACKS: 1) 2) 3) DODGES: 1) INJURIES:
TAGGED: aliyaah w/ Alistar WORDS: 423 NOTES: I hope this is okay, sorry it took so long. TIMELINE: 8-9 months pregnant, after the war is over
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2018 17:53:43 GMT -7
Note: I have given aliyaah an extension of 2 days. If more time is needed I will post here again.
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Post by aliyaah on Apr 29, 2018 19:43:15 GMT -7
ALISTAIR
Name- Alistair Breed- Morgan x Thoroughbred Age- 10 years Gender- Stallion Height- 16.3hh Alliance- Neutral Health- 100%
He had bided his time, waited until the laws of the lands permitted him to challenge for his freedom. The Neutral Kingdom had failed in their plight, and Alistair would only continue doing them discredit if he did not try his best to free himself. Only then would he be of any use to them, only then could he start trying to make things right. Thus, he had entertained Sailcat, remained in captivity within the Outlands, and readied himself. Finally, the day had arrived, and he had begun his trek towards the battlefield. Despite that the journey was quite substantial, he did his best to execute a brisk pace - he often alternated between a steady trot and a vigorous, active walk. He wanted to keep this agile pace for several reasons, firstly being that he did not wish to waste any time. But as well, he wanted to limber up his muscles for the fight that was to come. The exertion that he was about to put himself through would surely be gruelling, and it would be no good if he was stiff going into it. It was for this reason that he persevered - feeling his bod begin to warm as he traversed further, breaths coming quicker, heart beating forcefully. He would be lying if he said he wasn't apprehensive, that he didn't feel the fretfulness gathering within his stomach. But he focused on mind over matter, trying to convince himself that all would be okay, despite his body attempting to tell him otherwise. Things had to be okay; they just had to be. Because quite honestly, the Neutral Kingdom — and Alistair himself — could sincerely not suffer another loss. He had to start trying to turn things around. And it began with this.
Some time later, his bright sterling voids fell upon the domain of the battlefield. It was only seconds later that he located Sailcat, his attention focused in her direction as his harks caught her verse, "Alistar, let us not waste time. If you are here let us begin." Taking a deep, calming breath, he closed the distance between them - it was now or never. Eager to get started, he only stood before her a moment before addressing her – just enough time to briefly assess what he was up against. Her sight was not unknown to him, having conversed with her previously during his time as captive. He had already recognized the fact that she was a well toned, towering creature. Due to the fact she stood hands above him, it would not be in his best interest to aim high - she could too easily pull out of his reach. It was a significant disadvantage, but he would just have to make do. Yet, as his silver gaze fell upon her, he realized that there was a trait to her that perhaps would even the playing field. He was not sure how he had not noticed this rather significant detail previously. Perhaps it was simply that he had been so entirely consumed by his own status, that he had failed to totally notice hers. Despite this, he almost wished that it was not so – and that was due to the cargo that she very clearly carried alongside of her. Whilst Alistair was mostly willing to do what he was required to do in order to secure his freedom, he was indisputably unwilling to harm an unborn babe. Perhaps then, again, this pooled the odds in her favor. Alistair’s only chance in this situation was if Sailcat had not come to realize the noble and honorable being that he was. If she had not deducted this, she might not assume he would not risk harming her child. Nonetheless, he could not rely on this hope– he would just have to roll with the punches, so to speak. Tucking this in the back of his mind, he opened his maw to respond to her words, advising her politely, ”Of course, Sailcat. I dare not waste your precious time.” There was no malice in this, no sarcastic slander against her. He was simply just being his genuine self. And so then, ever the gentleman, Alistair bowed his head slightly to the Helkaer femme before him. He told her somberly, ”Ladies first,” and then began preparing himself for what was to come.
The rules of the battle are 3 attacks, 1 dodge, and 5 days to reply. Extensions if needed. If Alistair wins, then he goes free from being held captive by Sailcat. If he loses, then he stays under her control.
TIME LIMIT: 5 days. ATTACKS: 0/3 used. DODGES: 0/1 used. INJURIES: None
TAGGED: @starlight with Sailcat WORDS: 700+ NOTES: Thanks for the extra time Kal!
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2018 8:11:16 GMT -7
SAILCAT
i know that you're afraid i'm gonna walk away each time the feeling fades
Name- sailcat Breed- arabian x shire x paint x percheron Age- 9 years Gender- mare Height- 18.2 Alliance- dark Health- 100% - 8/9 months pregnant
The brown and white mare slowly starting to think that he would not show himself, that maybe he was just pulling her chain when he had challenged her for his freedom. But it was not long after she spoke that his familiar chestnut form came into her line of sight. The mare thought a bout snarling at him to hurry, but to be honest she was some what not in the mood to fight him. She was starting to grow tired of fighting, but she had a feeling it was due to the babe that she carried within. She often found herself tired more often and she was struggling to check the borders in the timely manner that she normally did them in. As he came closer to her, it was not long before he spoke to her. Her harks flicked forward and she watched him carefully with her pale blue eyes. She was wondering what kind of trick he was up to, it was best that she was prepared for any dirty tricks that he might try. Sailcat was only slightly worried about her unborn babe, knowing that she would deal with the consequences once the foal was born.
When he told her to go first, the mare scoffed at him but she would not waste this chance. The mare felt her muscles tense and she looked him over, trying to see where the best place to attack would be. She did not want to leave herself too open, but she didn't have many options and it looked like she would stay grounded this time around. The mare picked up a working trot, her heavy hooves thudding on the ground, the sound echoing as she moved. She found herself lost in the beat of the drum and hum of her hooves. By the time she noticed what she was doing she was upon Alistar like a freight train without any brakes. The big mare had no way to stop herself from slamming her weight into him if he didn't move. She put her hooves into the ground because she didn't want to topple over if he choose to move away. The mare raised her head and snarled her teeth towards him as well, attempting to bite anything that she could get a hold of. Even if it was his head, neck or body, she just wanted to bite onto something.
DAYS: 5 days to reply. ATTACKS: 1) Ran towards him in a working trot, while getting lost into thought, she found herself barreling towards him. She tried to stop herself but she would either end up slamming into him or stumbling to a stop a few feet later. 2) While she was stumbling towards him, she went to aim her teeth to bite part of him. Even if he was moving away she hoped that her teeth would aim to bite anything from his head down to his rump. 3) DODGES: 1) INJURIES:
TAGGED: aliyaah WORDS: 401 NOTES: I hope this is okay, sorry it took so long. TIMELINE: 8-9 months pregnant, after the war is over
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Post by aliyaah on May 6, 2018 19:19:31 GMT -7
ALISTAIR
Name- Alistair Breed- Morgan x Thoroughbred Age- 10 years Gender- Stallion Height- 16.3hh Alliance- Neutral Health- 80% - body shaken up and aching from the impact he took from her charge, and a large contusion and bleeding on his neck from where she is biting.
Sailcat did not hesitate after Alistair had made his offer, and when she launched herself into motion, his body tensed beneath him. Her movement was a steady two-beat – quick, but not alarmingly so. As her daggers beat rhythmically against the ground, he tried to predict what she planned by the way she approached. Facing her squarely, his sterling toned pools were honed in on her advance. As the distance between them diminished further and further, he sank his weight down on his haunches, ready to react to whatever attack she might try. He gathered that as she came within his proximity, she would alter her course for a more effective strike. He was mistaken. Instead, rather unexpectedly, she just barrelled at him. By the time that he recognized what was happening, it was too late for him to adjust and dodge out of her way. Consequently, she rammed into him dead on, impacting him on his chest. He stumbled a few steps backwards, his torso absolutely aching from where he had absorbed the assault. If he had not already steadied himself on his hind end, he might have toppled right over with the strength behind her charge. Thankfully, however, it seemed that as they made contact her movement had become choppy, perhaps losing some effectiveness. He didn’t have much time to debate about the first strike and how to respond, for his worthy Helkaer opponent transitioned smoothly into her next push. Her skull snaked up towards him, incisors barred and ready to strike. Due to the fact that he was stumbling backward while she reached, his dial was kept out of the way of danger. Even so, her fangs found purchase deep within the muscles in his nape. “Ouch, ouch! Okay, ow!” He thought hurriedly as his body came to realize the severity of her infliction. Alistair was not one for profanity, but if he had been capable to compose coherent thoughts amidst the whirlwind of the battle (and the pain), he would have been thinking something severely foul. But instead, his body responded instinctively to the sensations it was currently experiencing, all conscious thought shoved aside for the time being. Later, he would be grateful his intuition knew what to do, otherwise certainly his silly mind would make detrimental decisions in this fight. And so for the time being, adrenaline began to pulse more commandingly within him, dulling the discomfort and numbing the shock, allowing him to focus on the next step.
It was difficult for him to maneuver much with Sailcat latched to him the way that she was. His nape was burning immensely from where she had found purchase, feeling almost as though she had set fire to him. Gritting his teeth, his skull immobilized from the hold she had on his neck, he struck out with the only thing he could manage to move much – his front limbs. Immediately, a fierce pang shot through him when he began to move, a consequence of Sailcat's blow against his thorax. Even so, he persevered, continuing to send his pillars flying vigorously at her, hoping to take advantage of her proximity. They did not, though, strike out in a sporadic manner – in fact, the movement was quite precisely calculated. He was going to aim to land his legs behind hers, entangle himself in her own appendages, and pull hard. In the best case scenario, he would lock on to her legs, and the combination of the severe angle and the force behind his movement would cause her bones to dislocate. Otherwise, he might just get away with tripping her up and bringing her down a peg – literally. Having her stumble might release her grasp on him as well as leave her vulnerable for the next attack. He would just have to hope that he was dexterous enough to pull off this gimmick.
The rules of the battle are 3 attacks, 1 dodge, and 5 days to reply. Extensions if needed. If Alistair wins, then he goes free from being held captive by Sailcat. If he loses, then he stays under her control.
TIME LIMIT: 5 days. ATTACKS: 1/3 used. 1. Alistair struck out with his front legs, hoping to plant them behind Sailcats and pull. He hoped to, at the very most, dislocate her leg(s). At the very least, he hoped to trip her. DODGES: 0/1 used. INJURIES: 1. Sailcat's charge hit him hard and shook him up quite a bit, as well as causing his muscles and joints to ache from where she struck (squarely, so the chest area). 2. Sailcat's bite ended up landing on his neck, where she was able to sink hard into muscle. Flesh torn, muscles bleeding and bruised, he will probably have a hematoma leading to a large contusion in this spot.
TAGGED: @starlight with Sailcat WORDS: 600+ NOTES: Sorry it took so long! Ended up going away for the weekend.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2018 17:55:13 GMT -7
SAILCAT
i know that you're afraid i'm gonna walk away each time the feeling fades
Name- sailcat Breed- arabian x shire x paint x percheron Age- 9 years Gender- mare Height- 18.2 Alliance- dark Health- 95% - 8/9 months pregnant, scratches on her legs, sore chest and muscles
Sailcat had taken the stallion up on his offer to attack first and the mare was not going to waste any time. She was going to get her attacks done and over with and be as quick as she could. She knew the stress could be bad for her and the baby, though she could care less about the latter at the moment. The mare had charged him, all of her thoughts fading away as she plowed forward. As she charged forward into him, she hit him square in his chest with her own. As the two made a connection, the mare grunted as the breath her lungs held was knocked from her. If she would have been him, she knew her shoulders would have gave way. The mare smirked and watched as she drew her next attack. The chestnut beast had moved his head out of her way and she had found herself biting down onto his nape. She felt the urge to shake like a dog, but she simply tried pull away from him and bring the flesh with her. As she held onto him he kicked outward with his front legs and she did not move.
The mare stood her ground and stayed where she was but when she noticed that he was not trying to attack her, the mare raised herself upon her hind end as she let go of him. She let out a growl as she raised herself upward, not sure as to how long she could hold herself upright with the weight that she had to carry. As she had come upwards his hooves had scraped her legs, leaving cuts on them and the blood had started to stain the white on them. She backed up a step of two and landed on the ground, her weight faltering as she fell to the earth. She raised her head and snorted at him, shaking her head up and down just a little bit. "You fight well. " she spoke to him, giving him just one little compliment. "I wonder if it would have made a difference if he would have be free to fight in the war?" she thought for a moment. The mare took a couple of steps backwards from him. She had only one move left and she was not sure how she wanted to take it just yet. She dipped her head just a little, waiting to see what he would do now. The mare was going to use her last attack when it suited her best.
DAYS: 5 days to reply. ATTACKS: 1) Ran towards him in a working trot, while getting lost into thought, she found herself barreling towards him. She tried to stop herself but she would either end up slamming into him or stumbling to a stop a few feet later. 2) While she was stumbling towards him, she went to aim her teeth to bite part of him. Even if he was moving away she hoped that her teeth would aim to bite anything from his head down to his rump. 3) DODGES: 1) She raised upward when she felt his legs begin to go behind hers, raising up on her hind legs. She then took a step backwards and landed again. INJURIES: - bruised muscles and chest from the impact of her attack - scratches to the inside of her legs from his hooves
TAGGED: aliyaah WORDS: 425 NOTES: Meep, just a dodge? What the hell sailcat -shakes head- TIMELINE: 8-9 months pregnant, after the war is over
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Post by aliyaah on May 16, 2018 15:40:47 GMT -7
ALISTAIR
Name- Alistair Breed- Morgan x Thoroughbred Age- 10 years Gender- Stallion Height- 16.3hh Alliance- Neutral Health- 75% - body shaken up and aching from the impact he took from her charge, and a large contusion and bleeding on his neck from where she bit, flesh torn away.
As he had hoped, Alistair’s maneuver had forced his opponent to release her hold on him – but it did not come without a great deal of pain as she ripped flesh from his bod. He sank his ivories into his cheek for a moment as the agony worsened before he was able to tear his concentration away from the injury. Whilst his tactic had served him well for getting Sailcat off of him, it had not done nearly as adequately for an offensive ploy. And unluckily, he wasn’t prepared for how she responded to his initial assault otherwise. She lifted her front end, removing her limbs from the danger he had sought to create. As a result, when he pulled back, his hooves only barely clipped her fetlocks – otherwise, he just met air. As he had expected to contact something solid, this pitched him off his balance. Grunting, he scrambled to get his forelimbs back beneath him, to save himself from his slight stumble. It was an unfortunate mishap, because the time that it took for him to sort himself out allowed Sailcat to also recover from Alistair’s attempt at a strike. When he finally regained his balance and focused his attention on her once more, he just barely witnessed the sights of her faltering a bit. He stood his ground for a moment as he eyed her, noting how she was backing away from him. This was an inconvenience, for should he make the next move, the distance would give her time to ready herself for it. Even so, he had little option but to keep trying, and truth be told, the distance was also providing him time to think – to calculate in his mind what his next move should be. Twice now – once when she had first charged him, and again when she had backed away from him – she had seemed slightly off balance. Mayhap he could exploit it.
”You fight well,” the Helkaer vixen offered him, much to his surprise. He did not respond her, but this was less so due to him being discourteous than it was because he was so out of breath. The exertion of the battle was wearing upon him, and he heaved slightly as he swallowed the air, his lungs hungry for the sustenance. In a rather minor gesture of politeness, he tipped his crown to her slightly in thanks, and then it was time to move onwards. He allowed himself several moments of reprise, taking advantage of the space she had created to regain control of his breathing. Once he felt as though his oxygen was adequate, he picked himself up into a brisk trot, hastily closing the distance between them. Consumed by the adrenaline pulsing within him, he was lost from conscious thought, and moving instinctively. This conducted him towards her left side and well clear of her perilous bite. Initially, he felt drawn to her belly, a vulnerable area where an effective kick could cause crucial internal damage. However, this was when his consciousness, and decency, came into play. It reminded him of what she was growing within her, and what he did not wish to harm. With a groan, he veered away from her side. If he desired, he could still charge here and strike at her rear – the flank would be a sufficient target in order to slow her movement. But with his strength waning, and his movements becoming steadily more restricted due to his injuries, he needed to pour his energy into more powerful and effective charges. He promptly skirted away from her side, heading past her rear end. Picking up a lope to increase his speed, he circled behind her, sure to leave plenty of space to avoid a kick. His muscle fibers complained with spasms as he entered his turn, but he did his best to overlook them. He terminated his loop when he reached her opposite side, and that is when he rounded upon her, barrelling directly at her shoulder. If he was going to take advantage of her unsteadiness, now was the time to do so. He rushed at her powerfully, and when he had reached her proximity, he rocked back on his haunches. Lifting his forelimbs, he aimed to land his knees on her shoulder. If he was able to make contact here, he was going to hurl all his mass against her, hoping to knock her off balance and bring her down. Feeling desperation to make his attack count, he also snaked out his nape, dial stretched and teeth barred towards her skull. Due to her size, the only chance he had of contacting her here was if he was raised as he was - and she did not lift away from him. If she pulled her crania from harm, he could easily grab hold of her jugular, and potentially crush her windpipe. If she didn’t, he could do a great deal of damage to her scalp, perhaps grabbing hold of her poll and causing her damage to both her head and neck. If he was able to land both of these attacks and use them in conjunction with one another, such as utilizing Sailcat’s lack of balance to more effectively execute his bite, perhaps he stood a chance. With copper liquid leaking from his punctured neck and his chest aching as it did, he needed every chance he could get.
The rules of the battle are 3 attacks, 1 dodge, and 5 days to reply. Extensions if needed. If Alistair wins, then he goes free from being held captive by Sailcat. If he loses, then he stays under her control.
TIME LIMIT: 5 days. ATTACKS: 3/3 used. 1. Alistair struck out with his front legs, hoping to plant them behind Sailcats and pull. He hoped to, at the very most, dislocate her leg(s). At the very least, he hoped to trip her. 2. He reared up and is attempting to land his knees on her shoulder and push her down. 3. Whilst rearing, he also reached out to bite at her head. He hopes to get a good chunk of her head (poll, specifically) if she doesn't move it, and if she does, he hopes to get her jugular. DODGES: 0/1 used. INJURIES: 1. Sailcat's charge hit him hard and shook him up quite a bit, as well as causing his muscles and joints to ache from where she struck (squarely, so the chest area). 2. Sailcat's bite ended up landing on his neck, where she was able to sink hard into muscle. Flesh torn, muscles bleeding and bruised, he will probably have a hematoma leading to a large contusion in this spot.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2018 12:00:33 GMT -7
SAILCAT
i know that you're afraid i'm gonna walk away each time the feeling fades
Name- sailcat Breed- arabian x shire x paint x percheron Age- 9 years Gender- mare Height- 18.2 Alliance- dark Health- 80% - 8/9 months pregnant, scratches on her legs, sore chest and muscles, busted knees, large gash on her head and forelock area,
The mare was ready to fight Alistar almost to the Death, except for the fact that she had another reason to live. She was going to carry this foal and give it life, though sometimes she wondered if it would be better off not knowing this world. Sailcat shifted her weight and shook her head mentally and focused on the things before her. Her front legs where aching and bleeding and her chest felt like it was on fire. She let out a shuttered breath, trying to regain what little sanity, away from the pain, that she could muster up. She was now looking at him as he was looking at her. She did not do anything but dodge his first attack and save her last one because she could. When Alistar did not respond to what she had said to him, she had a feeling that this battle was going to take a turn and she prayed that it would fall in her favor.
With the break between them both, he dipped his head towards her and then the chaos began again. She centered her hooves in the ground as he began to move at a brisk trot and she watched carefully with her pale blue eyes. She did not say a word nor did she move any part of her body. The stallion went towards her left and the mare tossed her head up high, looking at him carefully to see just what he was thinking. As she turned her head to watch him, he ran past her and turned in a lope and came back towards her. She was not sure what he was going to do, but she was going to try to be ready for his attack. He skirted around her, almost like he was toying with her. Sailcat flicked her tail and growled, hoping that he would get on with it and stop playing around. By the time she took a side step and turned her head to see where he was going, she was too late.
When her pale blue eyes spotted him, he was rearing up on his hind legs and she almost fell backwards as she tried to get away but she failed. His knees hit her shoulders and the mare pulled back her head and clicked her teeth together as he drove himself downward. She felt her shoulder give way and she was almost brought down to her knee. She did not want to go to her knees, but it was the smarter move after all she had to much weight to carry. She did not struggle but she stayed where she was, the impact of the rough ground causing her more pain in her front legs. It was not long after shit hit her knees that she saw more movement out of the corner of her eye. She almost jerked her head when his teeth grabbed a hold of her head. The pain that she felt was horrific, but nothing that she had not felt before but it still hurt. She growled and gritted her teeth, almost losing her inspiration to fight back. But as she stayed there she felt a kick from her unborn foal. It seemed to have lit a fire under her ass and she glared upward at him.
Every cell in her body felt like it was on fire and she felt a well of anger burn up from down deep inside. As she shifted her weight and put her body into motion. She pushed upward on her sore legs, ignoring the throbbing pain and the blood that was flowing from her busted knees. As she rose upward, the mare pulled her head from his grasp, feeling her hair and flesh being ripped out. She turned her head large head to aim her teeth towards the side of his face, hoping to take a hold of his ear, maybe leave a good sized scar over his eye. She would settle for anything, even some of his forelock, but she was going to cause the most amount of paint that she could. When she was done she stood there, her pale blue eyes narrowed and filled with anger and pain.
DAYS: 5 days to reply. ATTACKS: 1) Ran towards him in a working trot, while getting lost into thought, she found herself barreling towards him. She tried to stop herself but she would either end up slamming into him or stumbling to a stop a few feet later. 2) While she was stumbling towards him, she went to aim her teeth to bite part of him. Even if he was moving away she hoped that her teeth would aim to bite anything from his head down to his rump. 3) While she was down on her knees, she rose upward while he had a hold on her head and aimed to bite a hold of his ear, maybe leave a scar over his eye or grab at his forelock. DODGES: 1) She raised upward when she felt his legs begin to go behind hers, raising up on her hind legs. She then took a step backwards and landed again. INJURIES: - bruised muscles and chest from the impact of her attack - scratches to the inside of her legs from his hooves - busted and bleeding knees - large bleeding gash on her head - missing part of her mane, bleeding from there as well
TAGGED: aliyaah WORDS: 704 NOTES: She almost gave up, but now she found her fire. Sorry if this post sucked. TIMELINE: 8-9 months pregnant, after the war is over
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Post by aliyaah on May 25, 2018 10:55:40 GMT -7
ALISTAIR
Name- Alistair Breed- Morgan x Thoroughbred Age- 10 years Gender- Stallion Height- 16.3hh Alliance- Neutral Health- 70% - body shaken up and aching from the impact he took from her charge, and a large contusion and bleeding on his neck from where she bit, flesh torn away. Slight scratch on his face where her teeth just barely made contact.
The moment he felt his knees make contact with her strong frame, he shoved as much force as he could manage forwards and into her. She had tried escaping his charge, though had been unsuccessful, and he was able to find purchase on her shoulder. He grunted as he pushed, trying to force her downwards – no small feat due to her sheer size. His insides leapt with glee as she dropped to her knees, making her a much more accessible target for his subsequent attack. With her in a kneeling position and him using her as leverage, she was well within his reach to sink his teeth into her. He was able to grab hold of her before she tried to pull away, and as soon as his incisors found their mark, he chomped down hard. Instantly, blood began to pool within his maw, dripping out and down his chin – it was a taste that he truly found disgusting, but did not shy away from in this instance. He couldn’t. He was astonished, though, that his opponent did not immediately try to shed him from her. Instead, for a short time the pair of equines remained immobile in this position – Sailcat on her knees and Alistair above her, forcing her down. Her lack of retaliation confounded him, though he refused to release his hold in the slightest. Instead, he focused on reinforcing his hold on her, ensuring that he had an adequate grip. Then otherwise, all he could do was remain on edge and try to be prepared for whatever it was that she was planning next.
It seemed as though after a short time, Sailcat regained her drive, and soon she began to move once more – with Alistair at the ready. Her first move was to push herself from the earth and back up into him. When she initiated this movement, he took a cautious step backwards, ensuring she did not injure his jaw due to his hold on her. But a moment later, she ripped herself out from under him, leaving small bits of flesh and hair behind in his fangs and successfully releasing herself from his grasp. Much more quickly than he would have assumed, due to her previous hesitation, she swung towards him once again. This time, she sent her own dentures barred towards his skull, and he slammed his dial upwards in a desperate response. His body was exhausted from the combat, and the abrupt movement cast him off balance slightly, making him stumble backwards. For the most part, he had escaped her assault – but he felt her teeth graze the side of his face, leaving a shallow incision in its wake. Once again, he began to drip liquid, and this time it ran hotly and uncomfortably down his visage. Disgruntled, he frowned as he tried to assess the damage he had come to face. Knowing that they were now both out of allowed attacks, he took the time he now had to settle down, and once again recover his breath. His entire bod shook beneath the physical stress he had endured, let alone the injuries he had sustained. His muscles screamed at him from the exertion, particularly where they had made contact. His nape was still spasming and leaking from where she had ripped him open, drawing his attention away from the light scratch that now decorated his façade. As he stared at her, he was unsure who had faired better, exhaustion blurring his vision – and his judgement. Gathering as much energy as he could muster, he offered her the words, ”Well met, Sailcat.” He had done as much as he could to attempt to secure his freedom so that he could work to aid the Neutral Kingdom. And now, it was out of his control.
The rules of the battle are 3 attacks, 1 dodge, and 5 days to reply. Extensions if needed. If Alistair wins, then he goes free from being held captive by Sailcat. If he loses, then he stays under her control.
TIME LIMIT: 5 days. ATTACKS: 3/3 used. 1. Alistair struck out with his front legs, hoping to plant them behind Sailcats and pull. He hoped to, at the very most, dislocate her leg(s). At the very least, he hoped to trip her. 2. He reared up and is attempting to land his knees on her shoulder and push her down. 3. Whilst rearing, he also reached out to bite at her head. He hopes to get a good chunk of her head (poll, specifically) if she doesn't move it, and if she does, he hopes to get her jugular. DODGES: 1/1 used. 1. He lifted his head rapidly to dodge her bite which was aiming for his skull. INJURIES: 1. Sailcat's charge hit him hard and shook him up quite a bit, as well as causing his muscles and joints to ache from where she struck (squarely, so the chest area). 2. Sailcat's bite ended up landing on his neck, where she was able to sink hard into muscle. Flesh torn, muscles bleeding and bruised, he will probably have a hematoma leading to a large contusion in this spot. 3. Though for the most part her attack was dodged, Alistair's face was scraped by Sailcat's teeth when she tried to bite his skull.
TAGGED: @starlight with Sailcat WORDS: 600+ NOTES: This done?
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2018 12:34:50 GMT -7
This can be judged now!
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Post by + ebonite + on May 25, 2018 17:19:23 GMT -7
I will tally. Waiting on judge collection: Yes Judge 1 Collection: Collected Judge 2 Collection: Collected Judge 3 Collection: Waiting Tally-ing Scores: No
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Post by + ebonite + on Jun 3, 2018 21:11:12 GMT -7
Kal with Sailcat Quality over Quantity: 12 Comments: - There's a few parts I had to reread to understand what was happening. The third post had a bit too much repeat of the previous posts in the start. There were multiple times where things were repeated or wording seemed choppy and rushed. - "The mare stood her ground and stayed where she was but when she noticed that he was not trying to attack her, the mare raised herself upon her hind end as she let go of him. She let out a growl as she raised herself upward, not sure as to how long she could hold herself upright with the weight that she had to carry." - This repeats her raising herself up and seems a bit contradictory with "stood her ground and stayed" then to immediately rear. This was one of the parts I had to reread since it seemed a bit awkward. - "her weight faltering as she fell to the earth." - There are a few parts where the wording feels a little rushed and not very clear, this sentence as an example. It talks about her weight, but it would be a body part faltering? - There are a few times where things are repeated, these sentences as an example - "She had to admire him, after all this would be the second battle for his right to go back home. Sailcat had to give the stallion his props, after all he was trying to get back home." - Sentence structure tends to be simple - Some repetitive word choice. - Third post mentions all her thoughts fading away as she charged, but second post said she was lost in thought. - Good emotion and description in the last post!
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 14.5 Comments: - "The mare stood her ground and stayed where she was but when she noticed that he was not trying to attack her, the mare raised herself upon her hind end as she let go of him." - Previous to this sentence, it mentions he did kick out already. The kicking as his attack, so it makes no sense for her to say that he isn't trying to attack her.
Realism of Attack: 13.5 Comments: - Attacks seem realistic - Injuries were mentioned. - She does quite a bit of not moving when Alistair is readying attacks, which seems odd. - First attack seemed chaotic and difficult to understand.
Attack Compared to Opponent: 11.5 Comments: - The first attack doesn't make too much sense, as Sailcat is unaware of what she's doing? It says that she starts trotting, gets lost in thought and is now barreling towards him without paying attention. It seems odd that she isn't paying attention to a battle to the point she tries to ram into him. - First/second attack is a bit hard to picture because it’s not clear where she is aiming - Uses her size to her advantage well - Third attack is easy to follow - Her injuries are mentioned - Last two attacks are thought out well - Sailcat's attacks seemed less thought out and a bit harder to understand.
Completion of the Form: 15 Comments: - Completed
Spelling and Grammar: 9.5 Comments: - Examples in the spoiler tag:
- There are a lot of instances where commas are missing. Due to the amount, I'm going to list only a few of them. There are much more than what I list. - When separating a sentence using quotations, there needs to be a comma used. This happens every time a quotation is used. In example, comma after "begin" here - "Alistar, let us not waste time. If you are here let us begin." she spoke loudly, wondering if he was lurking in the shadows." - Multiple instances of "The seal brown sabino mare". A comma is needed after seal brown, since it is a separate adjective than sabino. - Multiple instances of misspelling Helkaer (posts have Healker) - Multiple instances of misspelling Alistair (posts have Alistar) - "She turned her head large head" - repeats head - "The brown and white mare slowly starting to think " - needs was - "If she would have been him, she knew her shoulders would have gave way." - gave should be given as the past participle - "after all she had to much weight to carry. " - needs to be too much - "The mare thought a bout snarling" - about typo - "She had emotions and feelings that she was struggling to come to terms with no matter how hard she tried." - need comma after with - "But this was not the only issue the seal brown sabino mare had another issue on the agenda for the day." - awkward sentence, also needs comma after seal brown - "She had to admire him, after all this would be the second battle for his right to go back home." - comma after after all (happens again in next sentence) - "She hoped that it would be very little but due to her current state and large form, it would be harder for her to move from his attacks." needs comma - "she didn't want to topple over if he choose to move away." - choose should be chose - "As she held onto him he kicked outward with his front legs and she did not move." - needs comma after "as she held onto him" (in theory, replace and with but and add a comma as well) - "She felt her shoulder give way and she was almost brought down to her knee." - needs comma before "and" - "It seemed to have lit a fire under her ass and she glared upward at him." - needs comma before "and" due to connecting two independent clauses with a conjunction “she first joined the Healker” – Helkaer is misspelled - “no matter how hard she tried. But this was not the only issue the” –, period after issue, since “But this was not the only issue the seal brown sabino mare had another issue on the agenda for the day.” Is a run-on sentence - “Alistar, the chestnut stallion” – Alistair’s name is spelled wrong - “Sailcat had to give the stallion his props, after all he was trying to get back home.” – comma should be a semicolon - “Alistar, let us not waste time.” – Alistair’s name spelled wrong - “The brown and white mare slowly starting” – “slowly starting” should be either “was slowly starting” or “slowly started” - “The mare thought a bout snarling at him to hurry” – about is one word - “she was some what not in the mood to fight him” – somewhat is one word - “She was wondering what kind of trick he was up to, it was” – comma after too should be a semicolon - “over if he choose to move away.” – choose should be chose - “and snarled her teeth towards him as well” – snarling is more of an expression than a description of movement - “Even if it was his head, neck or body,” – “even if” is an odd phrase here - “If she would have been him, she knew her shoulders would have gave way.” – would have should be had, gave should be given - “difference if he would have be free to fight in the war?" – be should be been - “The mare was ready to fight Alistar almost to the Death” – death shouldn’t be capitalized, Alistair spelled wrong - “Her front legs where” – where should be were - “She let out a shuttered breath,” – shuttered should be shuddered - “When Alistar did not respond” – Alistair spelled wrong - “smarter move after all she had to much weight to carry.” – should have a period after move, to should be too - “It was not long after shit hit her knees” – pretty sure shit should be she? - “she felt a well of anger burn up from down deep inside. As she shifted her weight and put her body into motion.” – period before as not needed - “but she was going to cause the most amount of paint that she could” – most isn’t the right word here, paint should be pain - "She had a lot of things happen to her since she first joined the Healker, though the most interesting thing was that she was now about 8 to 9 months pregnant." - Run-on Sentence - "she was doing she was upon" - Should have comma between doing and she - "if he choose to move" - Should be chose rather than choose, wrong tense of verb - "The brown and white mare slowly starting to think that he would not show himself, that maybe he was just pulling her chain when he had challenged her for his freedom." - Run-on sentence - "The mare stood her ground and stayed where she was but when she noticed that he was not trying to attack her, the mare raised herself upon her hind end as she let go of him." - Run-on sentence - "would have gave way" - Should be given way - "As she held onto him he kicked" - needs comma between him and he - "As she had come upwards his hooves" - needs comma between upwards and his - "When Alistar did not respond to what she had said to him, she had a feeling that this battle was going to take a turn and she prayed that it would fall in her favor." - Run-on sentence - "She turned her head large head to aim her teeth towards the side of his face, hoping to take a hold of his ear, maybe leave a good sized scar over his eye." - Run-on Sentence - "between them both, he dipped" - A conjunction shouldn’t be followed by a comma. - "she was too late" - When two past events are clearly separated in time, the first should probably be expressed in past perfect tense - "shoulder give way and she was" - should be a comma before a coordinating conjunction that separates two independent clauses - "fire under her ass and she glared" - should be a comma before a coordinating conjunction that separates two independent clauses - "she was done she stood" - should have comma between done and she
Total: 76
Ali with Alistair Quality over Quantity: 15 Comments: - The posts were concise and didn't seem to put quality aside to get it done. - Writing was engaging and enjoyable to read.
No God Modeling or Power Playing: 14.5 Comments: - "Thankfully, however, it seemed that as they made contact her movement had become choppy, perhaps losing some effectiveness." - Reading Sailcat's post, it makes no mention of her becoming choppy. The post reads that she slams her hooves into the ground.
Realism of Attack: 14.5 Comments: - All attacks realistic. - The circling before the second attack seems unrealistic, like it would give a lot of time to pivot - Attacks were realistic otherwise - His injuries and their size difference was taken into account - All attacks seemed realistic
Attack Compared to Opponent: 14.5 Comments: - First attack was clever and reacted to his limited mobility. Tearing the flesh to escape is commonly seen, so this was a nice reaction. Next attacks work off Alistair's observations and work well. - First attack easy to picture and follow - First attack used their positioning cleverly - In the description of his second attack, he veers away from her side and then a few sentences later skirts away from her side, which is a bit confusing. - Other than that, the second and third attacks were also easy to follow - Attacks were clearly well thought out. - Alistair's attacks were more offensive and well thought out
Completion of the Form: 15 Comments: - Completed
Spelling and Grammar: 14 Comments: - he only thing I could find was one uppercase letter where it should be lowercase. This was despite scouring through all the commas and hyphens. They were used properly. - “Ouch, ouch! Okay, ow!” He thought hurriedly - the he should be lower case, as it comes after a quotation. - "Alistair was not one for profanity, but if he had been capable to compose coherent thoughts amidst the whirlwind of the battle (and the pain), he would have been thinking something severely foul." - Run-on sentence - "Gritting his teeth, his skull immobilized from the hold she had on his neck, he struck out with the only thing he could manage to move much – his front limbs." - Run-on sentence - "In the best case scenario, he would lock on to her legs, and the combination of the severe angle and the force behind his movement would cause her bones to dislocate." - Run-on sentence - " this was when his consciousness, and decency" - A subject composed of two objects shouldn’t be separated by a comma and a conjunction - "grab hold of her jugular, and potentially" - A compound predicate composed of two objects shouldn’t be separated by a comma and a conjunction - " If she didn’t, he could do a great deal of damage to her scalp, perhaps grabbing hold of her poll and causing her damage to both her head and neck." - Run-on sentence - "If he was able to land both of these attacks and use them in conjunction with one another, such as utilizing Sailcat’s lack of balance to more effectively execute his bite, perhaps he stood a chance." - Run-on sentence
Total: 87.5
The winner is Alistair played by aliyaah
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