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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2020 16:45:36 GMT -7
I hate you for the sacrifices you made for me I hate you for every time you ever bled for me I hate you for the way you smile when you look at me I hate you for never taking control of me _________________________________________________________
Name: Lazorath / Brone Breed: Friesian Sport Horse (Thoroughbred x Friesian) Age: 5 years Gender: Stallion Height: 17.2 hands Alliance: Dark/Helkaer Health: 85%
Cobalt heavens extended upon the stratosphere, coating the world in a frigid stillness. Glittering balls of light scattered like freckles across its belt, mist coated galaxy splitting the heavens down the center, as the ivory sphere began to pull upwards, higher and higher. Illumination sought the feral beast, glimmering off his beryl coat and washing it into near alabaster. Ivory stripes near luminescent beneath the soft light of the moon. Corded flesh flexed beneath the barbarian's pinnacle, thrice beat thunder echoing within his grey matter, dulling the roar that screamed there, that echoed within the very confines of his skull piece. Guttural rage sputtered against the behemoths barrel, his pectoral area. His entire frame was alive, burning with the adrenaline that flooded his capillaries, singing to the chaos that wrecked his cerebral cortex. Emerald lanterns seemed to glimmer, almost like a bio-luminescent algae from the depths of the ocean, stark contrast to the raven crest he carried, the locks of onyx and appendages to match. So much had occurred, so many puzzle pieces remained in the air while the world around him slumbered, tucked away from the hell that had been awoken, had been brought to life with a single steal, the process seeming to snowball down the cliff from the dark royals playground into his own. He had been to busy trying to track down the appaloosa bitch, attempted to find her little whore ass and her little afterlife puke that she had managed to slip away with. Perhaps he would have let her slither away, let her crawl to the beast that had saved her worthless little hide and been done with it, moved on to something bigger and better, had it not been for the fact that she had slapped him with knowledge on her way out the door, had managed to carry away his child buried within the depths of her womb. She would pay for that simple atrocity, she would burn for trying to keep his own flesh and blood from him. To many memories flashed through his brain, of the Nuala, the filly that had kept him sane, and brought him to life even, to many things could go wrong with this child not being tucked away in his home, where he could protect her.
It had been because of this that she had been stolen, he had not been there to protect her, though it wasn't technically his job, he didn't care. He had pledged his loyalty to Sly. It was not blind, it was not thoughtless, it was a working transaction. He was free to do the destruction of his own accord, to place himself within the borders of Oinaze and call it home, while working under the protection of the Helkaer. In return, he did her bidding when needed, and others if requested. She had not called upon him, not pulled those strings except when they had agreed he would go searching for Vulcan, to bring the cream painted beast to justice. It had failed, as there had been an ambush of equines just outside the realm, waiting for some poor passerby to fall into their clutches. They had not been prepared for the lunatic that they had summoned upon attacking him. He had managed to take three down with him, bring their life source from their jugulars and watch as the life faded from their vision, as their soul crept from the darkest crevices of their carcasses. He had fled the rest, to far injured to be able to sustain. It was his return to Oinaze that he had caught Alectrona, the appaloosa wench with an attitude that had thought herself clever, yet had no clue as to where she had been, what she was going to do. He had made that choice for her. Now she was gone, to whatever crevice she had managed to hide out in, and he traversing the realm in attempt to make it to the battlegrounds, the barren topography that equines returned to when they challenged for whatever reason. It was here he would meet some prick, the little dark royal lover Gidge, whom had decided it was a clever thing to steal him, to take him from his home in the most darkest of times. It was here he was going teo bring the world into the light, he was going to show them that messing with insanity was probably not something you wanted to do, especially when it was on the verge of annihilation.
Corded flesh flexed, locking bone and cartilage into place as his skeleton rolled backwards, slapping daggers into the pliant earth beneath. Jagged marks erupted from behind him, as trenches were replaced in the wake of undisturbed soil, his slide stop almost elegant for the mass and limbs that he carried. Righting himself, jaded lanterns were cast upon the topography, letting them slither through the open expanse, honed edge of a razor blade scanning for his victim. There was a large, plastered wound across his right shoulder, the burn evident even in the pale light of the moon. He hadn't meant to hurt Sly in the process, when he had shoved her bodice away from the cinders that had slammed down against his gargantuan frame, taking the hide and hair with it. He was not about to let her get injured more then she had been, not in her drugged state, not when she had been raped. He let that poisonous thought sink its venomous fangs into his grey matter, coating his tongue in the poison that now leached into his very soul. He was going to help set the world on fire, for what they did, for everything that had lead to this point. No more would he linger in the shadows, and wait for the proper moment, no more would he follow the will of his own and keep to the borders of the Helkaer lands. He was going to show them they had picked a fight with the wrong place, starting with the ignorant son of a bitch that had decided he was worth being stolen, the cowards way to an encounter. He was planning on proving that point here and now. A feral snarl slithered through his larynx, echoing free against the still, cold topography, before the lunatic chuckle emerged, and seemed to quiver across the night breeze.
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on May 21, 2020 14:39:46 GMT -7
Name: Gidge Breed: Thoroughbred x Lustiano Age: 7 years Gender: Stallion Height: 16hh Alliance: Dark Health: 100%
The stars aligned overhead, coating the galaxy in a thick blanket of the small balls of plasma. They provided the only source of light for this night in early spring. They hung in anticipation of the show that was soon to begin. Where two heathens would trade blows and shed blood on the previously saturated ground. Silence persisted until a breeze picked up, it blew in from the south. The whispers of summer came with the breeze. Gidge closed his eyes as the breeze tousled the tresses that cascaded from his ink-stained nape. He was but a shadow beneath the prying eyes of the universe that begged to be entertained. Entertained the universe would be when the bodies of the two bastards collided. Gidge had expected the challenge when it arrived at his hooves. Lazorath would not come quietly, and the ebon lead would have believed him to be a fool if he did. His King did place bounties upon the heads of innocent men. The silence of the night was penetrated by the shifting and rumbling of the ground as he and his companion moved toward the ancient battlegrounds. A shadow, and a behemoth traipsed cloaked in the darkness of night. The moon did not rise, it would not bear witness the battle to take place. Gidge watched as the oceans of earth transformed from lush grasses to barren soil.
Trees changed into bones of forgotten equines who had fallen long before. Some he surmised had been lost to time beneath the rapidly changing tides of the sand. The fine particulate absorbed the shock of Elianna’s heavy footfalls, and the night fell quiet once more for the shadow and his companion. The warm breeze gave way to one of a cooler nature. Even the winds were eager for the show. They tugged playfully at his mane, spinning his threads into knots and waves. Gidge approached the battlefield from the herd lands in the west and adjusted his trajectory according to where he recalled the location of the Helkaer lands were. The unlikely pair did not arrive late, they were mere minutes behind the slate stained hessian. Gidge stood a full hand shorter than Lazorath, it was obvious to him even from a distance. Elianna was uncomfortable with the situation, but she could do little more than offer support to her shadow. Beneath the starlight glow, ivory brindles danced across the blue roan pelt of his opponent. An ominous rumble crawled out from the hollow tubes in Lazorath’s throat. It was the thunder of the approaching storm. Gidge did not heed the warning that the snarl promised him. He did not need to let guttural noises sputter from his lips in a pathetic attempt to intimidate his prisoner.
All he needed to do was to show Lazorath exactly who he was dealing with. The wordsmith had no sonnet or ominous promises to offer the blue roan bronc. Elianna offered Gidge a reassuring pat with her trunk before moseying off to stand and watch helplessly as her friend threw himself to the wolves. The onyx hessian was unphased by the displays of supposed dominance, and insanity that bubbled from Lazorath’s lips. It had been years since Gidge had been required to resort to physical violence to prove a point or solve a problem. It was the only concern about this battle that he had. Elianna had been more concerned at this admission from her friend, than at the battle itself. The moments of silence continued to pass between the thief and prisoner. Gidge studied Lazorath and noted the burn on his counterpart’s right shoulder. The onyx leader never said that he was going to fight fair. He identified this as an obvious advantage he held over Lazorath. It was something he had been trained to look for, and then he would exploit the obvious weaknesses he saw.
A smirk crossed his expertly crafted masculine features. His ivory gaze locked for a few brief moments with the gaze of Lazorath. Gidge bet that he would be slightly faster than the taller bronc, although he was unsure of exactly how much faster. He cast one last glance towards his massive companion, he exuded confidence. Whether he felt that confidence or not was another story. As the dust from their approach finally settled, Gidge sprang into action. He let his gait quicken like a slow burning fire. He went from a trot, to a canter to a gallop over the course of a minute. He did not head directly for Lazorath, instead he veered slightly to the roan bronc’s right side. Gidge snaked his neck out with the intent to tear the skin from the clearly unhealed wound on Lazorath’s shoulder. Gidge did not wait to see if he had managed to land his first blow on Lazorath, he continued to move forward. He swung himself in a wide arc so that he could maintain vision of the larger bronc. His slender black limbs continued moving, although they slowed slightly. He was not interested in stopping completely.
It was easier to continue moving than it was to start moving again from a stop. Gidge danced in a wide arc around the battlefield that still had remnants of previous battles. Crimson sand exploded from beneath his obsidian daggers. He kept one eye trained on Lazorath the entire duration of his movement. His lungs began to burn from the shallow breaths he was taking in to try and keep his endurance up. Gidge had never been so glad to be such an active individual before. He was not a soldier, but he had fought enough in his life to know what to expect. He never would have survived otherwise. Gidge tuned out his companion shaking her head back and forth. She suspected that his first attack would do little else but further anger the behemoth that stood a full hand taller than him. Gidge could feel the stars pulse to life with each beat of his heart. With each thrum of his hooves, his heart lurched forward. Gidge continued his wide arc around Lazorath until the blue roan bronc finally made his move. He wanted to see exactly what type of fighter his counterpart would turn out to be. He had his bets placed on the explosive, but effective type. Gidge allowed a dark chuckle of his own to slip passed his ink lips. It was a choppy sound, and was accompanied by a thin sheen of sweat shining across his obsidian pelt.
@shorty word count: 1087 notes: Looking forward to this! I haven't written a battle post since the war hahaha injuries: N/A hits: 3/4 dodges: 1/1 battle notes: Gidge ran past Lazorath on his right side, while reaching out to try and tear the burn open wider. He then proceeded to circle Lazorath in a wide arc so that he could keep sights on him.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2020 22:16:15 GMT -7
I hate you for always saving me from myself I hate you for always choosing me and not someone else I hate you for always pulling me back from the edge I hate you for every kind word you ever said __________________________________________________________
Name: Lazorath / Brone Breed: Friesian Sport Horse (Thoroughbred x Friesian) Age: 5 years Gender: Stallion Height: 17.2 hands Alliance: Dark/Helkaer Health: 80%
Ebony fibers shifted across the behemoths skull piece, obliterating his vision causing the stars to seem to sway, the view of two silhouettes appearing upon the horizon before him. Their darkened outlines against the onyx hued heavens, their moon washed outlines seeming to glow faintly beneath alabaster sphere, washing the hue from their flesh. Jaded lanterns flicked to the larger of those outlines, taking in the rounded back, the mass alone of the creature, making it clearly not equine, that lingered against the horizon beside his opponent. With their approach, utter stillness settled across the landscape, as if the very world was holding its breath in anticipation for the pending events. Razor sharp graze traced the figure as it moved away from the raven coated stead, pulling towards the side of the ring, a cheerleader if you will. How adorable, he needed his fan club to come parade him to the lands of battles. Undomesticated rage flared within the pit of the zenith, as his bodice locked ridged in place, settling that malignant gaze once more upon the behemoth who now perched against the pale washed horizon. Triangular shaped lobes flattened against his apex, nearly disappearing into the base of his skull piece as he lifted his gargantuan dome, waiting for the pampered princess to make his first move. Lazorath let himself entertain whether or not the behemoth was trying to decide if he was going to tuck his banner back into his ass and hide behind the skirts of his royal highness or not. The thought brought a feral grin across the charcoal labeled chasms, a wicked chuckle rippling to life within the base of his voice box, exploding into the static oxygen around him. The coil of raven kissed madness that slithered through his grey matter and settled into the very crevices of his mind, whispered sweet nothings and lies about his opponent. He knew nothing of this Gidge character, save he lived in the dark alliance beneath the bastard King Zephyr, had cowardly taken him from his home as if he was nothing more than a slave at auction. He was going to show him exactly what happened when you played with fire.
Attentions honed, becoming tunneled as the stallion stepped forward, a smooth walking gait that transitioned fluidly into a trot. The distance between them slowly began to shrivel, the pounding of his daggers changing from a two stroke to a three, the rhythm intoxicating in the stagnant night oxygen. Every fiber became taunt as the behemoths cerebral cortex flooded with adrenaline, his entire frame unyielding, as the movement as the stallions beat again changed, growing faster. Gidge seemed to charge forward, though not directly at the sapphire hued zenith. The massive pagan followed his movements with vision only, tracing them he watched the stallion swing towards his exposed of his right side, his moon washed bodice no doubt portraying the discoloration of his burn mark, where the limb had crashed into his flesh and bone instead of Sly. How typical, see a weakness follow that weakness. The feral snarl that rippled to life through the esophagus of the bastard seemed to be drummed away with the pounding of the raven crested bastard, closer and closer. It was only when the gargantuan steed was able to make out the mercury hue of his opponents gaze that he released the hold upon his adamant flesh. Skeleton shifted into action, his entire bodice seeming to suddenly come to life in a single fluid action. Hip sockets rotated, as the behemoths hind limbs collected beneath his frame, his gargantuan carcass lifting skyward. Like a coiled spring the behemoth launched himself, perhaps not in the direction that many would have thought. Instead of moving towards the raven crested bastard that came towards him, he snapped in the opposite direction, letting his front limbs extend, knee caps locking close as all his weight was shoved forward into the movement. Like a cobra, his hind limbs snapped outwards, aiming for the exposed front side of the behemoth. The movement was controlled in action, though placement was chaotic as he lashed wildly, undisturbed with the location as long as his knives connected.
Unsure if the connection had been made, Laz collected himself letting his hind daggers connect with the crust of the cracked battlefield once more. Limbs extended and contracted, taking a few strides to place himself, before pausing his gaze swiveling to the shadowed mass that continued to move around him. It was then that the behemoth observed the metallic tang that struck his nasal passages, his jaded lanterns snapping to his right side. A long jagged mark started at the apex of his rib cage, extending to his hip bone, the raven kissed bastard's incisors having connected with his flesh in the end. The burning sensation was delayed, though it littered through his skeleton, his pinnacle like the wildfire, similar to the one that had left the mark upon his shoulder. Cranial piece snapped around, watching the raven crested behemoth as he circled, keeping his distance. Fibers flexed across his skeleton system, as the gargantuan launched himself into a dead sprint, elongated pillars eating the distance between himself and the smaller bastard. He had not paid much attention prior, but as he drew closer to the stallion he realized the height advantage he carried, over a between himself and the smaller stallion. Thundering pounded against his inner canals, drawing closer and closer and launched his own attack. When the stallion was nearly within biting reach, the gargantuan launched, leaping outwards towards the behemoth with his front limbs, hoping to possibly gain some sort of advantage to stumble his moving carcass, to falter him even the slightest. Mandible peeled itself from the base of his skull piece and he attempted to snap them down upon the stallions bodice, clamp upon any part of his pinnacle he could and latch into place. The momentum he had gained in following the behemoth was propelled into the attack, hoping if not to trip the stallion to at least knock into the smaller beast hard enough to cause damage, or bring him to the ground all together. As if time had seemed to slow as the behemoth waited for the contact to be made.
status - complete word count - 1048 muse - good tagged - ➳ T e c h n o ➳ notes - <3 timeline - after rescuing Sly from Lyacor lyrics - Blood by In This Moment battle notes - Hits - 2 Dodges 1
Damage: - Burn on his right shoulder from withers to his shoulder blade from a burning branch that fell on him. Not healed, but is tolerable at this point. - Cut from the top of his ribs centered on his barrel to the apex of his hip.
Attacks: - Counter attack to Gidge, he twisted so they were facing the same direction and bucked out at Gidge on approach aiming for any part of his front region. - He charged Gidge at a full sprint, leaping slightly to try and bite him while either tripping or shoving him at their high rate of speed.
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on May 24, 2020 10:29:04 GMT -7
Name: Gidge Breed: Thoroughbred x Lustiano Age: 7 years Gender: Stallion Height: 16hh Alliance: Dark Health: 90%
Gidge could feel the stars hanging in anticipation as the two hessians began to shift towards one another. He could practically hear the release of bated breath from Elianna, though she had done no such thing yet. Lazorath had not launched himself toward Gidge when he reared himself upright, that had been what the raven lead anticipated. He could not be caught up in the study of his opponent’s peculiar movements or he would surely falter. Gidge had not noticed the pain on his right side where Lazorath’s two massive daggers connected with the vulnerable flesh on his belly, and the other upon his right hip. The adrenaline coursing through his veins had prevented him from taking notice until the stream of the chemical waned slightly. He could feel pain seeping across the lower portion of his belly much more intensely than he could feel the bruise that was rapidly forming on his hip. He cursed the roan bronc silently, in the depths of his mind as he kept his movement flowing across the sediment of the Battlefield. Gidge had paid greater attention to Lazorath when he began moving toward him.
He had anticipated that the bronc might be intending to cut off his path, as it was a logical course of action. Gidge did not anticipate the abrupt leap, and his reactionary training kicked in as he dragged his daggers in the sand to slow his momentum. The raven hessian reared upwards in an attempt to push off of Lazorath as he slid closer to the larger stallion. He did not stumble, but he did feel the sting of oxygen on a fresh wound. His chest was on fire, as a chunk of his flesh was torn out by Lazorath’s enamels. Blood began to seep from the wound at a rapid rate. It spilled across the sandy terrain. Gidge could worry about his wounds later when he could really feel them. Though he knew that this bite wound was deep and would take a long time for it to heal. His front daggers collided with the ground, and he pushed himself forward once more. Gidge this time reached out in an attempt to tear more flesh from his body, this time he aimed for the hip. It was retribution for his own wounds. Gidge next threw his hind daggers out blindly as he moved away, with the hopes of hitting Lazorath in a vulnerable spot of his own body. Gidge then proceeded to take back to his wide circling of Lazorath with his gaze trained on the behemoth.
He had one hit left and decided that it might be best to utilize it sooner rather than later when he was more damaged by the slate giant. Gidge then launched himself back towards Lazorath, again making the choice to make an attempt to attack the roan’s right side. It was an obvious move and one of the few advantages that Gidge knew he had in this fight. He didn’t care if it wasn’t an honorable method of fighting. When he drew close enough, Gidge launched himself skyward and lashed out with his front daggers in an attempt to batter the vulnerable flesh of Lazorath’s belly. If his blows landed, he was hoping to tear the new wound he assumed he had made even larger, or at least increase the risk for an infection. In all this time he had ignored the crazed sounds that spilled from ash labrums. Elianna hung in suspense at the edge of the Battlefield. The moon bathed the two gladiators in her iridescent blue glow. She was the spotlight on the stage of their struggle. Gidge could only hope that he would be able to walk out of here by the end of this. He would hate for Casi to come to find him out here.
@shorty word count: 640 notes: c: hope this is okay! Lazorath's next two attacks will hit Gidge as he has no dodges left. hits: 0/4 (no hits left) dodges: 0/1 (no dodges left) battle notes: I wasn't sure which side Lazorath had exposed to Gidge during the attempt to cut him off, so I did not specify the side.
ATTACKS:
Attack one: Gidge ran past Lazorath on his right side, while reaching out to try and tear the burn open wider. He then proceeded to circle Lazorath in a wide arc so that he could keep sights on him.
Attack two: Gidge reached out to try and bite Lazorath on the hip of the side he exposed to Gidge when he attempted to cut Gidge off.
Attack three: Gidge threw his back daggers out at Lazorath as he was running away, before he got too far away to try and hit him (the same exposed side he just tried to bite as he moved away)
Attack four: Gidge charged at Lazorath's right side after circling him again and lashed out at his barrel with his front hooves in an attempt to add more blows as well as maybe tear the new wound he created that he saw when he got close enough again.
WOUNDS: Very large bruise on his belly by his right hip, approximately 6 inches in diameter, from a direct blow to his belly from Lazorath's hooves. This will affect walking and other daily activities for about a month.
4 inch diameter bruise on his right hip
4 inch long, 1.5 inch in depth gash on the front left part of his chest that will take months to heal properly, and will leave a permanent scar in the shape of Lazorath's bite.
Remaining wounds TBD
DODGE: Gidge reared up in an attempt to push off of Lazorath as he lept in front of him, This is NOT an attack, but an attempt to use momentum to propel him away from Lazorath. If he does not connect with Lazorath, he will simply hit the ground and turn away (to run the opposite direction of Lazorath, but parallel to him)
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2020 14:10:05 GMT -7
Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins Shut your dirty, dirty mouth, I'm not that insane Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins I'm a dirty, dirty girl, I want it filthy
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Name: Lazorath / Brone Breed: Friesian Sport Horse (Thoroughbred x Friesian) Age: 5 years Gender: Stallion Height: 17.2 hands Alliance: Dark/Helkaer Health: 70%
Adrenaline coursed through his capillaries, exploding like fireworks in his cerebral cortex, forcing his fibers to push harder, move faster. Out stretched muzzle aimed for any part of flesh upon the raven crested bastard as he leapt skyward. His calculations had landed him a blow, as incisors planted themselves firmly into the vagabonds pectoral flesh. Satisfaction of metallic life source spilling against his muzzle, in his chasms coating his taste buds, was short lived, as the hot liquid splattered against his mandible and his encased larynx. The raven behemoth snapped backwards, rearing up into the cobalt bred heavens and stopped his pace abruptly. It was a move that the sapphire and ivory striped barbarian had not prepared for, had not calculated, as his body was suddenly suspended with no collision what so ever. A momentary flair of panic burst within his grey matter, as his carcass rocketed past the behemoth like a bullet. His muzzle had been buried in the sensitive flesh of Gidge's bosom muscle, and yet he did not have time to contemplate letting go, to release in time before the momentum of his attack caught him. The firm hold he had placed upon the raven behemoth all came into play so fast, he almost couldn't comprehend it, at least right away. His daggers faltered, stumbling beneath him as they reconnected with the cracked lithosphere. His cranial snapped backwards from its anchor upon his onyx opponent, pulling in a fashion that sent pain detonating through his spinal column, nearly snapping his leviathan frame backwards before his incisors tore free from flesh. He did not see the dinner plate daggers that snapped in his direction, though the moment of his bodice carried him just out of their range as hew as torn free from the smaller brute before him, narrowly missing a blow to the face that would have surely cracked bone. It took nearly two strides to correct himself, as the beast scrambled to keep from striking his knees into the surface of the battlefield. Once more did he right himself, bringing his anatomy to its full height once more, did he whirl around, the sound of thunder echoing through his auditory system once more.
The stumble had cost him, for by the time he had whirled his mass around the raven behemoth was upon him, launching skyward into the heavens once more. Daggers lashed out at what would have been the beryl swines exposed right side. The leviathan felt those daggers hit home upon his nape, his shoulder blades, narrowly missing his facade as he braced against the attack. One dagger found its mark, not upon the freshly opened wound that the wicked opponent had caused earlier, but instead upon the burn that he had sustained in rescuing Sly from Lyacor. Feral hysterics bubbled through the gargantuan, exploding into the oxygen from his voice box buried deep within the well of his fibers. The sound was barbaric, demonic like and laced with poison and malice, fueling the violence that seethed from his pores. An undomesticated snarl of agony, blinding his frontal lobes with animosity, and the beast launched himself upwards to meet his contender. Hips rotated in their sockets, as his hind pistons condensed like a spring once more, propelling the upper half of his substantial skeleton into the stratosphere to engage his opponent above the earth. Daggers were dawn vertically, instead of immediately coiling to his chest, he exerted them outwards, as he aimed to to strike at his opponents exposed belly in the motion, or pound against the open wound of his pectoral flesh. Mandible peeled itself from the base of his skull piece, expanding his plasma covered chasms as they peeled away from stained enamels. Aiming for the behemoths facade, his jowls, any sort of sensitive flesh that hung just above him prior to launching himself skyward. His true aim was towards the brute jugular, the exposed underside of his mandible that had become accessible when the raven beast reared upwards to strike the behemoth. Instinct had him trying to shove his mass forwards, an attempt to propel the behemoth backwards, to either send him flipping over on his spinal column, or to drop from his rear and take the blunt force of daggers against his bosom before him. Blood lust coated his senses, driving the madness to completely encase his mindset, as adrenaline forced the pain away from his though process once more, putting every last inch of what he had into this movement, this attack. It also blinded his senses to the degree that he did not know where his marks had landed, what he had managed to gain from it, other than the blunt force that reverberated through his fibers in confirmation he had struck. Laz would not, could not fail, for failure was not an option in his life, in his home. He could not bear to hang his dial in Oinaze should they know that he lost, that he had been beaten by someone in the Royal court.
Rage and pain seethed in the front of his pectoral muscle as the behemoth let his incisors dig into what ever mark they had found, letting the flow of mineral infused liquid coated his throat, his tongue. Fibers condensed, yanking away from the stallion before him, hoping to rip away whatever flesh he had connected with. The primitive acrimony that swept through his medulla oblongata leaving him unsure of where that mark had been. Leaping sideways, Lazorath plummeted to the surface of the topography once more and propelling himself from the grasp of the stag. Only when his long pillars had put some distance away from the minuscule heathen, no more than three strides worth, did he whirl once more. Bringing jaded lanterns to focus upon that opponent again, assessing the damages that had been dealt, and internally assessing his own. He could feel the blood oozing from the wound upon his rib-cage, the jagged opening would heal to leave a scar no doubt. Pulsing ebbed from his burn mark, where the bastards dagger had slammed into that mark. Oozing puss had begun to form, as well as the crimson life force that came from the direct puncture to rotted flesh. No doubt he would heal with a half moon mark forever upon his shoulder blade. He could also feel the dull throb of his nape, where daggers had connected with his flesh in a slicing motion, though the abrasions from those were not scar worthy. It was only then that he realized he had gotten a slice down the left hip as well, turning emerald lanterns only partially, ensuring that the behemoth could not sneak up on him. Blood oozed from his gluteal fibers, welling from the thick flesh of his rear, though he could not place when the raven beast had managed to land that blow, at least not entirely. The movement to look upon his flesh sent another pain of agony through his spine, no doubt some part of his neck having been injured with his mistake prior. Perhaps it would be to much to attempt to kill him, to bring him to his knees and beg for the life that he had, the pampered lifestyle he apparently carried, or at least the fictional story that had been based in the leviathan's mind set he had. He found himself gauging the injuries he had sustained, trying to refocus upon the ones he had given, and waited to see how the outcome of this encounter would be.
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- Counter attack to Gidge charging him, he twisted so they were facing the same direction and bucked out at Gidge on approach aiming for any part of his front region.
- He charged Gidge at a full sprint, leaping slightly to try and bite him while either tripping or shoving him at their high rate of speed.
- Counter attack to Gidge again that he reared up, attempting to strike Gidge's belly as he went upwards and then slam his daggers against the open wound on Gidge's chest.
- Final attack was mid rear, he tried to bite Gidge's throat/chin/basically anything from the exposed underside he had of Gidges neck, and tried to use his weight advantage to show Gidge over backwards in the process.
Dodges: 0
- During his charge, when Gidge reared he (Gidge) managed to hook the flesh on his(Laz) left side,(this is the blow he does not know how he sustained) which was the side exposed to Gidge, however the buck that was extended narrowly missed by the fact that his (Laz) neck was wrenched backwards causing him to stumble instead of running away.
Injuries:
- Burn injury that he sustained prior to the battle, now has a half moon shape in the center of it. It is bleeding and oozing from the impact and will need to be treated or will fester, there will be forever a half moon scar in the patch that does not grow hair as well.
- Laceration from the top of his ribs centered, 6 inches long that stops at the apex of his hip, on his right side from Gidge's teeth.
- Laceration on his left rear, approx 4 inches in length and 2 inches deep from Gidge's second attack during the charge. Will leave a small scar on his rear.
- Strained neck muscles from where he had been jerked backwards due to Gidge's abrupt stop, will cause him pain for approx a week maybe two no long term affects.
- Multiple bruises to his neck just behind his head to his shoulder from Gidge's hooves when he reared the second time, also minor lacerations that will have no lasting affects.
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on May 28, 2020 20:03:43 GMT -7
Name: Gidge Breed: Thoroughbred x Lustiano Age: 7 years Gender: Stallion Height: 16hh Alliance: Dark Health: 80%
Gidge felt his hooves collide like hail upon Lazorath's pelt. The blows had landed atop his opponent’s nape rather than their intended target. He wasn’t disappointed by this, any blow that landed was better than one that did not. His fleeting thought dissipated as he felt the grullo bronc’s large daggers slam into the exposed flesh of his belly just beneath his chest. Gidge let out a gasp of surprise, as he had not been expecting that type of blow. The ebon hessian next felt an intense amount of pain as one of Lazorath’s daggers slammed into the open wound on his chest, wrenching it open further. More blood seeped from his wound and spilled onto the ground below. He was distracted by the pain that shadowed the edges of his vision momentarily. Gidge felt Lazorath sink his enamels into his chin and then the bastard began to exert force. Gidge hissed and a snarl escaped his throat. He felt his visage slowly being pushed towards his spine, and he felt his rump growing closer to the ground.
He wrenched his head out of Lazorath’s jaws and winced as the flesh tore away with his teeth. The lower part of his jaw was left in tatters and ached from the pressure that Lazorath had used when he clamped down on him. Gidge righted his posture and turned to watch the grullo bastard traipse away from him as though he had triumphed over the smaller bronc. He snapped his jaw from side to side to test the wound and winced when he was greeted with pain. Gidge already felt miserable as he stood there, staring down the bronc who had done this to him. In a way, one might say that Gidge did this to himself. He did. He didn’t deny it. His empty voids remained on Lazorath, every twitch he made Gidge studied. He knew that he had done some damage to Lazorath as well, but he was too far away to truly assess the amount. Elianna was steadily making her way over to Gidge now that the dust was literally settling over the arena where the two hessians had traded blows. He allowed his gaze to turn towards his concerned friend briefly, there was rage in his eyes. It would take months to heal from this, he could feel it. The adrenaline was wearing off, and he was starting to feel every inch of his body that was damaged.
Gidge took a staggered step forward to test the amount of pain he was in. The whole lower half of his body throbbed and ached. Each breath he drew was greeted with a new sharp pain that did not ease when he exhaled. It was a river of pain that coursed through his body. He cursed under his breath and stared the maddened stag down. Gidge would surely need to visit Casi or one of the other Vigilum members after this. He didn’t think he’d be able to function effectively if he didn’t. Not to mention that he did not want to risk an infection with the wound on his chest having been torn wider by the collision with Lazorath’s hoof. Every inch of him was sore, but he was satisfied with the damage he knew he had done. Gidge had doubts that Lazorath would ever forget him after this night. The stars no longer hung in suspense, instead they had exhaled, and sleepy clouds had begun to creep in. “We’ll make him pay. That’s a promise.” He whispered to Elianna who had taken up to staring at Lazorath too.
@shorty word count: 600 notes: c: hope this is okay! Lazorath's next two attacks will hit Gidge as he has no dodges left. hits: 0/4 (no hits left) dodges: 0/1 (no dodges left) battle notes: I wasn't sure which side Lazorath had exposed to Gidge during the attempt to cut him off, so I did not specify the side.
ATTACKS:
Attack one: Gidge ran past Lazorath on his right side, while reaching out to try and tear the burn open wider. He then proceeded to circle Lazorath in a wide arc so that he could keep sights on him.
Attack two: Gidge reached out to try and bite Lazorath on the hip of the side he exposed to Gidge when he attempted to cut Gidge off.
Attack three: Gidge threw his back daggers out at Lazorath as he was running away, before he got too far away to try and hit him (the same exposed side he just tried to bite as he moved away)
Attack four: Gidge charged at Lazorath's right side after circling him again and lashed out at his barrel with his front hooves in an attempt to add more blows as well as maybe tear the new wound he created that he saw when he got close enough again.
WOUNDS: Very large bruise on his belly by his right hip, approximately 6 inches in diameter, from a direct blow to his belly from Lazorath's hooves. This will affect walking and other daily activities for about a month.
4 inch diameter bruise on his right hip
4 inch long, 1.5 inch in depth gash on the front left part of his chest that will take months to heal properly, and will leave a permanent scar in the shape of Lazorath's bite.
EDIT ON PREVIOUS WOUND: Gash on his chest has expanded in size to 6 inches long, and 2 inches deep from Lazorath making connection with his hooves. The wound poses a great risk for infection, and will be a prominent scar on his pelt when it heals after a few months.
Bruising along the bottom side of his chest that is approximately 5 inches in diameter, although it creeps all the way to the bruise on his belly
Gidge has a gash that extends the width of his head on the bottom part of his jaw (bottom middle ish) it is 4 inches in width. There is also bruising from the pressure of Lazorath's jaw closing around that part of his chin. There are a few muscles pulled in his neck that will be sore for about a week in addition to these new wounds.
DODGE: Gidge reared up in an attempt to push off of Lazorath as he lept in front of him, This is NOT an attack, but an attempt to use momentum to propel him away from Lazorath. If he does not connect with Lazorath, he will simply hit the ground and turn away (to run the opposite direction of Lazorath, but parallel to him)
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on May 29, 2020 8:49:02 GMT -7
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Post by aliyaah on May 30, 2020 11:24:17 GMT -7
I will tally.
Waiting on judge collection: Yes Judge 1 Collection: Collected Judge 2 Collection: Collected Judge 3 Collection: Collected Tally-ing Scores: Yes
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Post by aliyaah on Jun 5, 2020 8:22:36 GMT -7
Roleplayer & Character: Shorty with LazorathCohesiveness: 12Comments:- Posts in general had too many run-on sentences that made them hard to follow- Lots of spelling and grammar mistakes - posts needed proof reading- Spelling/grammar in spoiler tags - "Guttural rage sputtered against the behemoths barrel, his pectoral area." - behemoths should be behemoth's - "So much had occurred, so many puzzle pieces remained in the air while the world around him slumbered, tucked away from the hell that had been awoken, had been brought to life with a single steal, the process seeming to snowball down the cliff from the dark royals playground into his own." - run-on sentence. Royals should be royal's - "To many memories flashed through his brain, of the Nuala, the filly that had kept him sane, and brought him to life even, to many things could go wrong with this child not being tucked away in his home, where he could protect her." not sure if it should be 'the Nuala' or just 'Nuala'? Also two instances of 'to' where it should be 'too' - "It had been because of this that she had been stolen, he had not been there to protect her, though it wasn't technically his job, he didn't care." - run-on sentence. Should be a period after 'stolen' or a semicolon - "He had fled the rest, to far injured to be able to sustain." - should use either 'too' or 'far' not both as 'too far injured' doesn't make a whole lot of sense - "It was here he was going teo bring the world into the light, he was going to show them that messing with insanity was probably not something you wanted to do, especially when it was on the verge of annihilation." - run-on sentence, 'teo' should be 'to' - "He let that poisonous thought sink its venomous fangs into his grey matter, coating his tongue in the poison that now leached into his very soul." - 'leached' should be 'leeched' - "He was going to show them they had picked a fight with the wrong place, starting with the ignorant son of a bitch that had decided he was worth being stolen, the cowards way to an encounter." - 'cowards' should be coward's - "Ebony fibers shifted across the behemoths skull piece, obliterating his vision causing the stars to seem to sway, the view of two silhouettes appearing upon the horizon before him." - 'behemoths' should be "behemoth's" - "Every fiber became taunt as the behemoths cerebral cortex flooded with adrenaline, his entire frame unyielding, as the movement as the stallions beat again changed, growing faster." 'behemoths' should be "behemoth's", 'stallions' should be "stallion's", "as the movement as the stallion's" makes no sense - "The massive pagan followed his movements with vision only, tracing them he watched the stallion swing towards his exposed of his right side, his moon washed bodice no doubt portraying the discoloration of his burn mark, where the limb had crashed into his flesh and bone instead of Sly." - extra 'of' - Many more instances of missed apostrophes with possession/genitive case - "He had not paid much attention prior, but as he drew closer to the stallion he realized the height advantage he carried, over a between himself and the smaller stallion." - missing the word 'hand' here - "Thundering pounded against his inner canals, drawing closer and closer and launched his own attack." - this makes no sense, makes it sound like "thundering" is launching an attack - "As if time had seemed to slow as the behemoth waited for the contact to be made." - makes no sense - "One dagger found its mark, not upon the freshly opened wound that the wicked opponent had caused earlier, but instead upon the burn that he had sustained in rescuing Sly from Lyacor." - 'Lyacor' should be 'Lyrarcor' - "Rage and pain seethed in the front of his pectoral muscle as the behemoth let his incisors dig into what ever mark they had found, letting the flow of mineral infused liquid coated his throat, his tongue." - 'coated' should be 'coat' - "Leaping sideways, Lazorath plummeted to the surface of the topography once more and propelling himself from the grasp of the stag." - 'propelling' should be 'propelled' - "Perhaps it would be to much to attempt to kill him, to bring him to his knees and beg for the life that he had, the pampered lifestyle he apparently carried, or at least the fictional story that had been based in the leviathan's mind set he had." - 'to' should be 'too'
- There were a lot of poorly structured sentences and run-ons that made for some very confusing moments. They definitely disrupted the flow of the posts, as I had to reread them multiple times over to understand what was intended. It happened throughout the battle, not just one post. Here are several examples of different forms of this (but not every instance): "Emerald lanterns seemed to glimmer, almost like a bio-luminescent algae from the depths of the ocean, stark contrast to the raven crest he carried, the locks of onyx and appendages to match." (Either split this sentence after "ocean" or change it to "a stark contrast". Even pushing aside grammar rules, the sentence reads roughly when written like this. This sort of thing happens multiple times.) "The leviathan felt those daggers hit home upon his nape, his shoulder blades, narrowly missing his facade as he braced against the attack." (This is not a list and the sentence does not make sense being read as a list. This sort of sentence structure reads as if his face also was hit, but that is not the case and therefor it comes off as confusing. There needs to be a rewording or at least an "and" instead of a comma between "nape" and "his shoulder blades".) "He did not see the dinner plate daggers that snapped in his direction, though the moment of his bodice carried him just out of their range as hew as torn free from the smaller brute before him, narrowly missing a blow to the face that would have surely cracked bone. " (Moment vs movement took me a bit to figure out what this meant - read through the "he was". There were other typos including "dawn" instead of "drawn".) "His muzzle had been buried in the sensitive flesh of Gidge's bosom muscle, and yet he did not have time to contemplate letting go, to release in time before the momentum of his attack caught him. The firm hold he had placed upon the raven behemoth all came into play so fast, he almost couldn't comprehend it, at least right away." (These two sentences are basically the same sentence one after another.)
The posts were very well written, sounded very exciting and wanted to keep me on my toes, but the amount of commas used with longer than needed sentences were very distracting. There weren't too many spelling errors, except the word too kept getting spelled as to. - "Illumination sought the feral beast, glimmering off his beryl coat and washing it into near alabaster. Ivory stripes near luminescent beneath the soft light of the moon. Corded flesh flexed beneath the barbarian's pinnacle, thrice beat thunder echoing within his grey matter, dulling the roar that screamed there, that echoed within the very confines of his skull piece." - The first sentence makes sense, and I think the second sentence is supposed to go with the first, but if that's the case there should be a comma instead of a period. The flow isn't great in this part, and I had to reread several times before maybe understanding it. - "It was here he was going teo bring the world into the light, " - I think teo is supposed to be to. - "Attentions honed, becoming tunneled as the stallion stepped forward, a smooth walking gait that transitioned fluidly into a trot." - Too many commas not needed separating this, makes it broken. - "Every fiber became taunt as the behemoths cerebral cortex flooded with adrenaline, his entire frame unyielding, as the movement as the stallions beat again changed, growing faster." - Again, too many commas and having to reread to make sure I read it correctly. - "He did not see the dinner plate daggers that snapped in his direction, though the moment of his bodice carried him just out of their range as hew as torn free from the smaller brute before him, narrowly missing a blow to the face that would have surely cracked bone." I find this sentence extremely confusing and long. "as hew as torn free" are both of those meant to be "as"? Should it be "as hew tore free"? - "To many memories flashed through his brain, of the Nuala, the filly that had kept him sane, " To should be Too - "He had fled the rest, to far injured to be able to sustain." to should also be too - "He was not about to let her get injured more then she had been, " then should be than - "Daggers were dawn vertically, instead of immediately coiling to his chest, he exerted them outwards, as he aimed to to strike at his opponents exposed belly in the motion," There are two to's - Continues to spell too as to in several other sentences. Realism: 14.5Comments:- Attacks were realistic- Would have liked to see injuries taken into account during attacks- The only instance where Laz did land an attack during the post had already been cleared by Techno in his last post saying all hits would land on Gidge. It was well done as it was written with room for Techno to respond to where it would hit.- Realistic! No true comments. I found attacks very realistic.Movement: 14Comments:- His first attack was very confusing. Had to reread multiple times and look at notes to understand what was going on- Most of his attacks were hard to follow- Second attack took into account their height difference- Most of the attacks are good and seem thought out instead of just reacting to the battle. There are clever parts, such as doubling the last rear attack as an attempt to push Gidge backwards in addition to the bites.- The charge/leap attack is not written clearly. It reads as though Laz is lunging towards Gidge with his front legs out, either in a rear or just jumping legs first? It's unclear how he intends to trip Gidge/take him down - if this is just a ram or he's literally tripping Gidge with his legs. A bite wouldn't take down a horse, so the charge needs more detail into what exactly is happening physically and what Lazorath's intentions are."When the stallion was nearly within biting reach, the gargantuan launched, leaping outwards towards the behemoth with his front limbs, hoping to possibly gain some sort of advantage to stumble his moving carcass, to falter him even the slightest. Mandible peeled itself from the base of his skull piece and he attempted to snap them down upon the stallions bodice, clamp upon any part of his pinnacle he could and latch into place. The momentum he had gained in following the behemoth was propelled into the attack, hoping if not to trip the stallion to at least knock into the smaller beast hard enough to cause damage, or bring him to the ground all together. "- I found the movement very well, attacks were well thought out and counteractive.Completion of the Form: 15Comments:- Completed- Always complete with health updated.- Correctly filled out. No issues.TOTAL: 55.5 Points Roleplayer & Character: Techno with GidgeCohesiveness: 14Comments:- Posts were well-written and pertained to the action at hand- Some minor spelling and grammar mistakes- Spelling/grammar in spoiler tags - "Silence persisted until a breeze picked up, it blew in from the south." - comma should be either period or semicolon - "His King did place bounties upon the heads of innocent men." there should be a 'not' after did - "He cast one last glance towards his massive companion, he exuded confidence." - comma should be either period or semicolon - "Gidge did not wait to see if he had managed to land his first blow on Lazorath, he continued to move forward." - comma should be either period or semicolon - "He allowed his gaze to turn towards his concerned friend briefly, there was rage in his eyes" - comma should be either period or semicolon
- Not a spelling or grammar error, but an inconsistency. In the first post, Gidge mentions that there is no moon. "The moon did not rise, it would not bear witness the battle to take place." In his second post, he says "The moon bathed the two gladiators in her iridescent blue glow."
- Nothing that disrupted the flow of the posts or required rereads. - Posts were easy to read, but there were several paragraphs and sentences that I felt were needless, and just wanted to skip past, like an unimportant part in a novel. There were some words or sentences that could have been worded differently perhaps, but not faulting on this. Posts were bland, besides moments of attack. - "They hung in anticipation of the show that was soon to begin. Where two heathens would trade blows and shed blood on the previously saturated ground." - Feel this should be one sentence with a comma instead of period. Realism: 14Comments:- Gidge took the time to judge his opponent based on height differences and previous injury- Attacks were realistic- Would have liked to see injuries taken into account during attacks- "Gidge continued his wide arc around Lazorath until the blue roan bronc finally made his move." This assumes that Lazorath was not reacting immediately upon the first attack/Gidge moving away.-Realistic, no comments.Movement: 13.5Comments:- Good first attack, aimed to exploit a previous injury- Interacted well with his opponent's attacks- Going for Lazorath's burn was a good first move.- The third attack of throwing out a hind hoof blindly seems as though it was just tacked on after the prior attack.- Gidge charges and circles Lazorath twice, would have been nice to have more variety in strategy. It also doesn't make too much sense to repeat the same thing.- While attacks are well written and realistic, again I feel they are bland when Gidge is felt to be fiery.Completion of the Form: 15Comments:- Completed- Always complete with health updated.- Correctly filled out. No issues.TOTAL: 56.5 Points
The winner is ➳ T e c h n o ➳ with Gidge.
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Post by aliyaah on Jun 5, 2020 8:25:54 GMT -7
➳ T e c h n o ➳ as per challenge rules, Siavash challenges Gidge in two weeks for Lazorath's freedom.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2020 17:15:38 GMT -7
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Jun 8, 2020 20:47:39 GMT -7
@shorty he'll be heading to lachlan Breck. Gidge wants to bring him straight to Zephyr
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