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Edit date as I was told I can't count lmfao

It wasn't long after the conversation that the black stallion departed from the lands aptly called Desolate Earth, it's leader seemed to be absent, as he had expected after watching the inner workings of the region for some time. But that didn't mean that the civilians of the land were ready to just roll over and expose belly when the usurper stepped across the boundary lines into the life sucking mud, there had been a large stallion who called himself the Beta of the murky lands and he would be the one responding to Torin's call.
A sense of calm washed across the black stallion as he walked further away from the lands, watching as the world around him turned from a forest with low visibility and terrain that craved horse flesh, into a wide space of red and blue. There wasn't a cloud in the sky on this day, the sun's touch scorched the ground and made the skin across his back feel as if it were a size or two too small. The usurper's back twitched in discomfort as he stopped, studying the dust bowl around them, spots on the terra cotta ground were stained a deeper shade of red, showing the signs of battles that had been fought here before their time. Torin couldn't help but wonder what some of these fights had been held over. The love of a woman? Lands? A title? Merely sparring among friends?
Torin couldn't fight off the spark of excitement jumping between the synapses of his nerves any longer. Pools of flame seemed to spark to life as they drifted across the horizon, watching as a tumbleweed danced in the slight breeze across the wasteland. He was thankful as the breeze picked at the ends of his heavy mane, kissing across the width of his back and offering a slight reprieve to the harsh embrace of the sun. Clearing his throat the black turned to face in the direction he had just arrived from. "Sanctio! It's rude to keep your company waiting." The stallion watched, waiting for the larger, lumbering form to appear on the edge of the battle grounds.



-- TAGGED : fleabittengray
-- WORDS : 361
-- MUSE : excellent
-- NOTES: Torin is challenging for the lands Desolate Earth.
-- TIME LIMIT: five days due Nov 15 @ 7:20am PST
-- ATTACKS: 0/2
-- DODGES: 0/1
-- SUMMARY: Torin arrives at the battle grounds, waiting for Sanctio.

Name:
Torin
Breed:
Andalusian x French Trotter x Appaloosa
Age:
4 years
Gender:
Stallion
Height:
16.3hh
Alliance:
Light
Health:
100%

Link to image // Table by Aliyaah

[fleabittengray]

Name: Sanctio Est LIberi Dies
Breed: Clydesdale
Age: 7 years 4 months
Gender: Stallion
Height: 17.2
Alliance: Light
Health: 100%

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He had not been expecting to do a battle while Underoath was absent. Sanctio had not had an actual fight in years, but that was not to say that he was out of practice. He sparred frequently with the other members of Desolate Earth. They all made sure to keep up with their training. It was important, given what they felt they were destined to do. Being warriors of the Light was not an easy task. Their own Royals were not pleased with the actions of Underoath. Sanctio thought the King and Queen to be a bit young and naive, in a way, but during the alliance meeting, no one else had shared his views. It still hurt to think that his friend and leader was going to be put through a trial when he'd already been through so much. Sanctio understood that Oath was not the best guy in town... but he was not a bad man. He was a good man who had done bad things, made some poor decisions, but he was not evil. Sanctio knew evil. He had been Dark once until Oath had convinced him to go to the Versai to be cleansed. To become Light. It was one of his best decisions he'd ever made. He had no regrets, not even with the Sisterhood now considered being exiled from the Light Kingdom. It was an awkward situation to be in, though.

The Clydesdale made his way quickly to the Battlefield, the autumn sun hot against his back. The chill in the air seemed to disappear the closer he got to the desert-like terrain of the Battlefield. The earth became hard and cracked, bloodstains scattered throughout the area. Sanctio paid no mind to the stained crust of the planet he called home. Instead, he remained focused on the task at hand. Inhaling deeply as he crossed deeper into the Battlefield, Sanctio followed the scent trail of the stallion that had come to challenge for ownership of Desolate Earth. It did not take long to find him. He already had the smaller brute in his sight when the challenger spoke up. "Sanctio! It's rude to keep your company waiting." This younger gentleman sure had a way with words, huh?

A low, somewhat amused chuckle rolled from the confines of the draft brute's chest. He shook his head, tsking his tongue at the other man. "Buena suerte, mi amigo," the dark bay behemoth spoke, his voice calm but confident. He paused a few short strides away from his opponent. And there he stood, waiting for the man to make the first move. He would wait before making his own attack. A breeze danced around them, the sun blaring down upon them. There was tension in the air but Sanctio was not nervous. He stood at the ready, ears tilted partially backward, his dark brown eyes focused on the shorter and younger stallion. He would watch his every move, from start to finish.

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@storm
Time Limit: 5 days
Hits: 0/2
Dodges: 0/1

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It wasn't long before the large frame of the bay stallion approached from the direction that the trophy laid. Orange eyes watched closely as his heavy limbs carried him closer to the usurper, the draft was much larger than he. Where Torin had lean muscles, Sanitco was one of pure brawn. His muscles layered his body creating a powerhouse of energy. A less experienced creature would be nervous to be facing off against a creature almost a solid hand taller that had at least a thousand pounds over them, but Torin saw weakness in the lumbering ways the draft would move. While he may appear graceful moving across the dry, cracked earth now, Torin knew that any quick turns would be generously slowed down by his sheer size.
"Buena suerte, mi amigo," the bay spoke up as he stalled in front of the black. Words that the usurper didn't understand filled the air between the two of them, but he didn't linger on them for long. "It's a pleasure to see you, amigo." The black didn't wait for long before making the first move. In another situation he'd be polite and enjoy the small talk, but today there was a goal at hand, maybe he had been judging the creatures of the Desolate Earth too much by the whispers he had heard. But there seemed to be an air around them too Dark to hold a purchase in the lands of the Light kingdom and Torin felt the need to help eradicate their plague from his alignment.
Dark hooves leapt forward off the ground, his lithe frame moved gracefully across the dust bowl until he was close enough to the massive bay to turn and allow his hind end to lift off the ground. Back limbs flailed outwards towards the bay, hooves prayed for purchase on the creature's body, aiming anywhere from the sensitive bones of his nose or the thick muscles of his chest. One way or another Torin hoped to slow his movements down even more than his size already would. Once he was firmly on the ground once more the smaller stallion loped away a few strides before turning to look back at the challenger.



-- TAGGED : fleabittengray
-- WORDS : 372
-- MUSE : excellent
-- NOTES: Torin is challenging for the lands Desolate Earth.
-- TIME LIMIT: five days due Nov 20
-- ATTACKS: 1/2
-- DODGES: 0/1
-- SUMMARY: Torin rushes Sanitco, turns to buck and then stops a few strides away from Sanitco.

Name:
Torin
Breed:
Andalusian x French Trotter x Appaloosa
Age:
4 years
Gender:
Stallion
Height:
16.3hh
Alliance:
Light
Health:
100%

Link to image // Table by Aliyaah

[fleabittengray]

Name: Sanctio Est LIberi Dies
Breed: Clydesdale
Age: 7 years 4 months
Gender: Stallion
Height: 17.2
Alliance: Light
Health: 95%
- Bruised chest from Torin's first attack (backward kick)

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Sanctio looked down at the smaller male, observing him carefully. He seemed cocky and arrogant and if he wasn't truly that way, perhaps he should think about the way he presented himself to strangers. Torin had a lot to learn still, at least in Sanctio's eyes. The bay draft listened as the younger hellion spoke back to him. "It's a pleasure to see you, amigo." Sanctio smirked, bowing his head briefly though never taking his eyes off Torin. Smaller he may be, but that would mean he was faster. Sanctio would be stronger, have more power behind his attacks, but Torin could maneuver his body much easier than the Clydesdale could. He could dodge attacks easier, run away easier. Sanctio was not a fast man, never had been. But he was not going to let his slower movements put a damper on his confidence in this battle.

It took only a matter of seconds before Torin was charging toward him. Sanctio snorted, lifting his head and pawing at the cracked earth, holding his ground. He had no time to get away efficiently, what with them only having been mere strides apart, to begin with, but with his taller stature, he was able to, at least, get his head and face out of the way of the backward kick that Torin sent in his general direction. He felt the impact of two back hooves against his chest, grunting as he flinched from the pain.

Sanctio shook off the pain as best he could, pushing it to the back of his mind as he pushed off his hind limbs and lumbered after his opponent. His ears were pinned flat against his head as he extended out his neck, reaching for the top of the other man's rump, which was the closest area to him after the kick he'd received. He hoped to secure a bruising bite on the area, perhaps even making the other man bleed. He would prefer another area, something more painful and hindering, but Sanctio also wanted this battle to be over with as quickly as possible. He had shit to do, like making plans on either getting Oath back or planning what they would do in the event Oath was exiled.

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@storm
Time Limit: 5 days
Hits: 1/2
1 - Followed after Torin gave the backward kick and reached to bite the booty
2 - xxx
Dodges: 0/1
1 - xxx

[❅ Icy Dragon ✩]

@storm, fleabittengray - It has been over 5 days since the last post, therefor this battle is forfeited. Sanctio has won.