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Post by aliyaah on Oct 2, 2023 20:08:21 GMT -7
Amaranthine Wars
This is a thread between Xovad ( fleabittengray ) and Nemesis ( ➳ T e c h n o ➳ ). Prompt: Please ensure you have read the information regarding the plot here. At least three posts from each roleplayer are required for this thread for it to be considered as complete, however further posts are encouraged. Thread should be completed no later than February 2nd, 2024.
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Post by fleabittengray on Oct 8, 2023 11:38:34 GMT -7
His mother had spoken of a time when she had not-quite but also kind of befriended a mare of the Helkaer. The Commander at the time. Respira. She'd even spoken highly of the mare, her tone holding respect for the enemy, something that had surprised Xovad somewhat. After all, she'd killed Xerxes, and had been exiled from Wild Equines for years, so to hear her speak with an almost fondness of someone that was supposed to be a sworn enemy... it was strange. But it was also inspiring and last night and all of this morning, the Versai Brother had pondered an idea over in his head. He knew of the Helkaer Commander now, Sly, but he didn't know her. Perhaps if he just paid her a visit, he believed her home was called Oinaze in the Outlands, they might be able to have a civil conversation... Yes, he knew it was a lot of wishful thinking but... If his mother could do it, why not himself? He'd set off from Lyrarcor as morning waned and afternoon approached, arriving within the Outlands under a bright autumn sun.
The leaves throughout Wild Equines were beginning to change. It was pretty, but here in the desert terrain of the Outlands, the last traces of summer still clung to the terrain. It wasn't as cool here. But still, there was a hidden beauty to the lands, despite the ominous feeling it presented to him as well. Tall grasses swayed in the occasional breeze that swept through and his red eyes scanned the land around him, in front of him. There was nothing and no one. It was kind of spooky here, sending a chill down his spine, but he walked on until he reached what he assumed to be the border. There, he paused. This must be Oinaze. Now, he just had to summon Sly and hope she didn't try to set him on fire. Xovad really did not feel like becoming barbecue for the Helkaer today. Or any other day, actually.
Breathing in the scent of the terrain, Xovad then lifted his muzzle and let out a soft summons across the territory. He stood tall and proud, his neck slightly arched, the muscles flexing beneath his pelt that was starting to grow in soft and fluffy. The Versai brand was clearly exposed upon his chest, he'd made no attempts at hiding it. He had not come here to hide who he was.
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Oct 8, 2023 11:57:17 GMT -7
TW: LanguageThe familiar terrain of Oinaze expanded before her. Nemesis had been here to share information with Sly, and she had been on her way out when an unusual call rang out across the territory. Her violet gaze slid toward the direction the call had originated from. She knew it likely wasn't meant for her, but that didn't matter. Nemesis didn't think Sly would mind if she intercepted someone on her behalf. It wasn't like the fiery commander would be oblivious to what Nemesis was up to. It had been an almost ritual at this point that she shared any and all morsels of information and chaos that she found or stirred throughout Wild Equines. It was natural, she had been raised by Sly to be her protege. The bay General changed the direction of her destination from Toxin Raj to go and find out who was barking at Sly's door. It was a wonder they'd not been intercepted by any guards thus far. If they had wandered so close to Toxin Raj she knew they would've been treated with serious hostility.It didn't take long for Nemesis to arrive in the location the call had originated from. She knew Oinaze as well as she knew Toxin Raj, as she had lived in both herds at some point in her life. As soon as she was weaned, Aislinn had tossed her to Sly for training. A gift. The bay couldn't have asked for a better mentor. Sly would not judge Nemesis for the feral ways she conducted herself. Her violet gaze narrowed on the Palomino painted figure with red eyes. Across the front of their chest was the mark of the Versai etched proudly on display. Rage soon coursed through her bodice. What the fuck were the Versai doing showing up on the Helkaer's doorstep? Her ears pinned against her visage as she stalked down the small slope that lead to the intruder.There would be absolutely no pleasantires to find here. Sly would be the only one able to call her off at this point. "Do you have a death wish, Versai?" She spat in his direction. There was soon almost no distance between the pair as she drew as close as she dared to him. The stench of his flesh burned her nares as she peered at him with a violent gaze. She was in striking distance to the bronc if he so chose to do that. Nemesis bared her enamels at him. "I'd be more than happy to wrap my teeth around your pretty little Utopian-loving throat." She snarled. Nemesis had every intention of attacking him. She still wanted to know what he thought he was doing here. "Speech here"
This beat out BG3 loool fleabittengray Nemesis by ray-gunz
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Post by fleabittengray on Oct 24, 2023 7:01:12 GMT -7
He waited in silence under the afternoon sun. The tall grasses danced around him, like ocean waves. It was mesmerizing, hypnotizing, but Xovad did not allowed himself to start too intently at the gentle moving blades of grass. Instead, his red gaze flickered over the terrain, looking up at the small hills in front of him and around him at the rest of the terrain that stretched out around him. Oinaze was interesting, he would give it that, but he much preferred the pine forest of Lyrarcor, his home in the mountains. Still, there was a certain spooky charm about the lands. His eyes had returned to the hills when he spotted another equine coming down the slope to meet him. She did not match the description of Sly that he had been given, but her demeanor had him thinking she was either another Helkaer member or a Helkaer supporter. He did not flinch as she approached him, standing just a fraction taller than himself.
"Do you have a death wish, Versai?" She demanded as she approached him and Xovad actually had to hold in a chuckle, because that was so stereotypical of a Helkaer to ask. "No, I do not, Helkaer, though I suppose you would not hesitate to indulge me should I wish to die." He kept his tone as neutral as he could, even as she came into his personal space. Xovad did not take a step back, allowing the woman into his space with nothing more than the twitch of an ear to show his annoyance and discomfort in the situation. "I'd be more than happy to wrap my teeth around your pretty little Utopian-loving throat." Well, of course she would assume the Versai were aligned with Utopia. In his case, she would be right, but not about the Sisterhood in general.
Clearing his throat, still not backing down from the maiden, eye to eye with the ferocious mare, Xovad spoke calm and patient. "You are wrong to assume the entirety of the Versai are aligned with Utopia. At this time, only I have aligned myself with Rasa and the Utopias. The rest of the Sisterhood are currently neutral in the war." The information wasn't quite private, it was bound to come to light one way or another, so he did not feel bad sharing the information with this beast of a woman.
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Nov 17, 2023 15:47:50 GMT -7
TW: LanguageThe painted stag didn't take a step back, and either cleverly or foolishly allowed her to draw close to him. Nemesis had been fortunate enough to have been born a cambion, and that was usually a wonderful trump card to pull on others. Her violet gaze was locked on his as she remained inches away from his face. She caught only a modicum of annoyance from the palomino and ivory Versai with red eyes. The Helkaer's ears remained pinned as she listened to his response. His words were almost a joke, and had her mother not recently been murdered she might have almost found it amusing. "I do not need your wishes to indulge in taking your life." Nemesis responded with no dramatic flourish. Her words were brutally honest. She didn't need anyone's permission to enact violence upon them. Nemesis remained locked in place, she was memorizing his smell. It would make his presence memorable to her. She idly wondered what he was doing in the heart of Helkaer territory. It was even more curious that he'd come straight for Sly. Nemesis studied the ridges of his face as she considered why he was here when he spoke again.He explained that not all of the Versai were aligned with Utopia, that only he himself was. She narrowed her eyes in response. Why would that be the case? Nemesis felt her obsidian tail fall angrily against the back of her legs. She wasn't sure she could trust that information. "Yet you share that freely with the enemy. That seems very hard to believe." She practically snarled at him, but it was bordering on a sneer. "I doubt you're here to share the inner workings of the Versai and their supposed allies... so why are you here?" She demanded. Nemesis didn't back away from the stallion. If he was uncomfortable, then he could be the one to back away.
At this point, it was a matter of principle. It didn't matter that her principles were skewed, they were still the driving force behind much of what she did. She could feel her rage building the longer he stood there and she didn't know why. It just didn't make sense for one to willingly waltz into the enemy's territory alone in the midst of a war. She hated more that she had to wait to hear what he had to say before she made the decision to attack him or not. Perhaps there was a reason he'd come to visit Sly. Nemesis didn't want to act in Sly's stead in case this was an expected visit. "Speech here"
sorry for the wait anddd the garbage ~ fleabittengray Nemesis by ray-gunz
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Post by fleabittengray on Nov 22, 2023 12:21:33 GMT -7
The mare did not back down from where she stood, but nor did Xovad back down, leaving the two of them standing quite close, closer than was comfortable for the Versai Brother, but he had a feeling if he backed down from now she would use it against him forever, whenever chance she got. He could catch her scent clear as day, with how close she was, and could see every detail of her face, including the white Helkaer brand upon her cheek. "I do not need your wishes to indulge in taking your life." His red eyes peered into her rage filled violet gaze, a crooked grin across his handsome features. "You could certainly try." He left it at that, stating it calmly and matter of factly. He had no doubts that this mare would try to slay him, with no hesitation, but he would not go down so easily.
"Yet you share that freely with the enemy. That seems very hard to believe." Her shrugged, casual and unafraid. "Believe what you want." There was no malice in his words, a brow quirking as he spoke, calm but not hesitant. "I doubt you're here to share the inner workings of the Versai and their supposed allies... so why are you here?" She seemed to be growing more and more aggressive and angry by the minute, but Xovad remained calm - if a bit tense, ready to defend himself if needed, but otherwise there was no hint of aggression in his stance.
"I came here hoping to speak to Sly, your Commander," he spoke, using the same neutral tones, hoping not to set the mare off and have her attack him or something. He hadn't been looking for a fight by coming here. "My mother had civil conversations with Respira, once upon a time, when Respira was Commander. I was hoping to do the same with Sly." He paused, before adding, "I have not come here to fight, only to talk, but do not be mistaken. I am always ready to defend myself." Sure, it was a thinly veiled warning, but he hoped it would discourage the heathen mare from attacking him. He did not know why she was so angry with him, perhaps only because he was a Versai, but... if they could understand each other better, maybe they could come to better terms... maybe there would be more hope for peace...
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Dec 31, 2023 12:35:36 GMT -7
TW: LanguageThe Versai stallion sarcastically invited her to try and slay him. Nemesis offered a snarling laugh in response, as if she needed any invitation from her enemy. Her violet eyes burned with hatred, and her auds remained pinned against her visage. "Oh how kind of you to invite me...." She snarled at him. Nemesis didn't move an inch away from him since she'd pulled back to study the painted hessian. He also refuted her comment that she had her doubts about his intentions. The stallion told her to believe what she wanted. Nemesis didn't respond to that, because it was a pointless side conversation. This whole encounter was pointless, with the exception of potentially maiming an enemy.
It wasn't often that one offered themselves up so readily to a starving wolf. But it was what he said next that she found the most amusing. He recalled that his mother had managed to hold civil conversations with Respira. The very commander her twin was named after, back from when they had code names.The Versai seemingly had never done away with the esoteric practice, and so she couldn't recall the names of any Versai aside from her own grandmother. She had been the reason her grandmother lost her position as a Versai.
Nemesis actually laughed in his face. It was a violent sound, and not one of amusement. There was very little mirth in her demeanor. If anything, it would appear to anyone looking upon their conversation that she was made up of hatred and hostility. The violent amusment was extended when he offered a thinly veiled threat under the guise of self defense. If he hasn't come here looking for a fight, then why had he come at all? Nemesis could hardly believe how delusional this child was. Her grin widened, and her father's madness appeared in her eyes."You're the most delusional of all the Versai I've met. You want a civil conversation with Sly? What's next? You want to ask us for peace? Pathetic. Weak." Nemesis hissed at him as she bared her enamels. If she'd had hackles, they would've been raised by now. Nemesis drank in his scent as she took one step closer to the bronc. "Aw, what a pathetic excuse for a threat... It's almost like you think that would deter me. I'll teach you what it means to be a threat." The Helkaer general snarled at the Versai as she lunged for his throat. "Speech here"
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 2, 2024 4:38:38 GMT -7
Her rage and hatred toward him were so obvious. It made the tension in the air heavy and thick. Xovad had a feeling he was not going to be leaving Oinaze today without a fight, which was most unfortunate because he hadn't been wanting to fight. He'd just wanted to talk. Leave it to a Helkaer to want to make everything into a violent act. It was so on brand for them that he wanted to laugh but he didn't, keeping a neutral expression on his face even as the mare let out a laugh of her own, one full of wickedness and cruelty. His ears tilted back toward his skull at the sound, nose wrinkling slightly in distaste. He never would understand the appeal of hurting others. "Oh how kind of you to invite me...." Xovad gave one small huff, but decided not to waste his time with an actual response to the statement. What was it with the Helkaer that made them want to do harm to others? Was it how they were raised, or were they born evil? His thoughts briefly went to Dahlia, his Cambion sister, and how despite being a Cambion she was still so sweet and innocent. Would she be able to keep her innocence, he wondered, or would she grow close to darkness due to her lineage? He desperately hoped not.
Again, the Helkaer mare laughed in his face. Xovad was growing tired of her mocking laughter, but he stayed calm, drawing in a slow breath as his red eyes watched her grin grow wider and more maniacal. Her violet eyes showed nothing but insanity. It was the look in her eyes then, that had his adrenaline kicking in. He shifted his weight just barely, just slightly, preparing himself for a fight - he had a feeling that was where this was heading. "You're the most delusional of all the Versai I've met. You want a civil conversation with Sly? What's next? You want to ask us for peace? Pathetic. Weak." And despite her bared teeth, Xovad was calm as he spoke. "Wanting peace does not mean I am weak. Being civil, even to your enemies, is not a weakness. Not everything has to end in bloodshed." He would expect more laughter from her. She seemed to find everything he said to be ridiculous. Xovad was damn sure this woman wasn't wired right in the head.
"Aw, what a pathetic excuse for a threat... It's almost like you think that would deter me. I'll teach you what it means to be a threat." Just like that, the battle began. The Helkaer mare launched herself forward, her teeth going for his throat. Xovad tucked his chin toward his chest in an attempt to protect his throat, raising himself onto his hind limbs effortlessly and striking in the direction of her face. Her teeth, at least, had missed his throat itself, but he still felt the pinch of a bite to his neck. He grunted, letting his front hooves strike at her face.
[Tagged: ➳ T e c h n o ➳ w/ Nemesis] [Words: 507] [Character: Xovad / Valfrid] [Notes: BATTLE TIME! 3 hits, 1 dodge, 7 days to reply as discussed on Discord <3] [Timeline: 6 years, autumn, afternoon, after the Versai meeting, his first Act 2 thread] SPEECH
Name: Xovad / Valfrid Breed: Appendix Quarter Horse x Andalusian x Gypsy Vanner x Arabian Age: 6 Gender: Stallion Height: 16.1 hh Alliance: Light / Versai Health: 95% Hits:1 - Reared up on his hind legs as Nemesis went for his throat, striking with his front hooves in an attempt to kick her in the head/face 2 - 3 - Dodges:1 - Injuries:- Bite to the right side of his throat/neck area. Nemesis was not successful in getting a direct hit to his throat, but still managed to get a bite in the general area.
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Jan 7, 2024 15:11:47 GMT -7
TW: LanguageNemesis ignored most of the stallion's reactions up until his next set of words. The Versai claimed that not everything needed to end in bloodshed. "No, but wouldn't it be wonderful if it did?" The dark bay general snarled to the painted hessian. The battle was quick to commence. The painted stag reared up in response to her lunge. Nemesis, to her frustration, did not snag his neck with her enamels. At least not directly. The taste of his flesh was still fresh on her tongue when she felt his hooves strike the edge of her jaw. Her visage snapped backward abruptly, and rage boiled beneath her skin. If she hadn't been enraged before, she definitely was now. The Helkaer general righted her head with another snarl and wasted no time retaliating. The pain in her skull was still nothing compared to what the Utopians had done to her. There was a dull throb in her jaw as she lunged forward again. This time she was aiming to sink her teeth into his right occular. The dark bay femme hoped that her lunge to the side would prevent him from landing another blow to her crown. Nemesis continued onward, using the momentum she'd built up from her second attempt at an attack to dart past the Versai on his right. The dark bay huntress was careful to leave space between herself and his hindquarters in an attempt to avoid another attack. Nemesis swung her bodice around to face the enemy once more. Her bodice was prepped for the retaliation. Usually, her victims would begin to succumb to her bite by now. She noted that this stallion did not succumb quickly to her figurative venom. The disease of the Underworld coursed through her saliva. A flood of doubt momentarily filled her as she wondered if she truly had managed to tear a chunk out of his nape. Her violet eyes locked on her target and she coiled her muscles to prepare for her next attack. First would come the retribution, and next would come her retaliation. She would bring this bastard to his knees whether through disease or her prowess in battle. She'd make him beg for mercy. Nemesis widened her stance in preparation for what was to come. It had only been a few moments, but it had felt like an eternity that she was waiting for a response from the painted hessian. Perhaps she'd be able to force him to switch sides in the war. What a glorious and hilarious feat that would be. "Speech here"
boop ~ fleabittengray Nemesis by ray-gunz Name: Nemesis Breed: Mustang x Lusitano x Thoroughbred x Quarab x Shire x Friesian Age: 6 Gender: Mare Height: 16.2hh Alliance: Dark Health: 95% Attacks 1.) Attempted to bite Xovad directly on the throat 2.) Attempted to bite Xovad on the face near his right eye 3.) Dodges 1.) N/A so far Injuries 1.) Bruising along the bottom of her jaw from where Xovad struck her with his front hooves. Muscle strain from her head snapping 'backward" 2.) 3.)
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 11, 2024 6:32:18 GMT -7
"No, but wouldn't it be wonderful if it did?" Her words echoed in his mind as the battle continued. Why would it be wonderful if things ended in bloodshed? What kind of thinking was that? Did she not realize that bloodshed could harm her, too? The horses she called friends or allies could be hurt or killed. Those that she loved (if a creature like herself was capable of it) could be captured and tortured. There was no peace in bloodshed. There was nothing wonderful about war. Hearing her say such a thing fueled his rage, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as his hooves struck at the Helkaer mare. He managed to strike her near the edge of her jaw, feeling the impact of his hoof against her skull, as well as hearing the dull thud of his attack landing. Her head snapped backward and Xovad snorted, landing back on his feet as his red eyes glared daggers at the dark bay maiden.
Again, she was lunging toward him, just as he'd landed. She barreled toward his right side and he bared his feet at her. The devilish woman was quick to reach out, teeth snapping at his face, and though Xovad tried to jerk his head away, he could still feel the tear of skin above his right eye. He grit his teeth against the pain, blinking rapidly and shaking his head as blood began to trickle down, partially obscuring his view. The Helkaer mare charged by him and Xovad put his weight on his hind end, turning gracefully to follow after her, and leaping forward with a harsh snarl expelled from his muzzle.
As the Helkaer spun again to face him, Xovad reached out with an open maw as he charged. Once near enough, he snapped at where her jaw met her neck on her left side. He sought to sink his teeth into the area and rip the very flesh from her bones. As much as he disliked the idea of having her blood on his tongue, landing another attack would be more than satisfying. Had he known she was a Cambion, perhaps he would have changed his strategy of attacking, but having no idea that her blood could poison him (or so he thought), Xovad had decided the best way to teach this chick a lesson was by sinking his teeth into her.
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Name: Xovad / Valfrid Breed: Appendix Quarter Horse x Andalusian x Gypsy Vanner x Arabian Age: 6 Gender: Stallion Height: 16.1 hh Alliance: Light / Versai Health: 90% Hits:1 - Reared up on his hind legs as Nemesis went for his throat, striking with his front hooves in an attempt to kick her in the head/face 2 - Charged after Nemesis while she retreated and, when she turned to face him again, attempted to bite her where her jaw meets the neck on the left side 3 - Dodges:1 - Injuries:- Bite to the right side of his throat/neck area. Nemesis was not successful in getting a direct hit to his throat, but still managed to get a bite in the general area. - Bite above his right eye, the skin is torn and bleeding (moderate).
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Jan 18, 2024 11:09:39 GMT -7
TW: Language, violence, bloodNemesis tasted the blood on her tongue. It was the first confirmation she'd gotten that she'd struck the Versai stag. She didn't have time to relish in her momentary triumph before he was upon her again. The Helkaer General hadn't heard his hooves chasing after her, but she had assumed there would be retaliation. Her assumption had been right. When she'd turned around to face him, the painted hessian was upon her. He snapped his enamels to the left side of her jaw. Nemesis felt his teeth sink in and felt herself recoil backwards from the force. The pain radiated through her neck and lower jaw. Part of the reason she did not leap out of the way was that she hoped the more blood or saliva he encountered, the more likely he would succumb to her Cambion disease. Nemesis was still frustrated that he seemed completely adept during this battle.
Nemesis responded instincutally to his attack and followed the momentum by rearing up and lashing out at the Versai's chest. Her daggers flailed almost blindly, but with his proximity to her bodice she hoped that she would land a blow. It would be the most beneficial to strike him in the nape and injure his windpipe. The General could only hope though as she came back down from her rear. The collision with the ground beneath her feet jarred through her bones. It made her head ache more. Nemesis reeled backwards in an attempt to wrench her nape free from the Versai's jaws. Her flesh ripped and left a bleeding wound.
The chilly air stung as the fresh wound oozed crimson liquid. Some of it froze against her pelt where the blood was the thinnest. Nemesis tried to move away to put a little space between them. Just enough so that she would have time to react to his next attack. There was still the chance she wouldn't have time to react. The pain was distracting enough that she was losing confidence in her abilities. Anger still surged through her. It only grew the longer the stallion stayed cognizant of the world around him. Nemesis hadn't encountered anyone who seemed almost immune to the effect of her bite. There would be time to contemplate that idea later though.
Nemesis exhaled hot air into the cold of Oinaze. As she inhaled, all she could smell was the iron of her blood and the foul stench of her enemy before her. "Speech here"
boop ~ fleabittengray Nemesis by ray-gunz Name: Nemesis Breed: Mustang x Lusitano x Thoroughbred x Quarab x Shire x Friesian Age: 6 Gender: Mare Height: 16.2hh Alliance: Dark Health: 90% Attacks 1.) Attempted to bite Xovad directly on the throat 2.) Attempted to bite Xovad on the face near his right eye 3.) Attempted to strike Xovad in the chest/neck area in response to his attack. Dodges 1.) N/A so far Injuries 1.) Bruising along the bottom of her jaw from where Xovad struck her with his front hooves. Muscle strain from her head snapping 'backward" 2.) Moderate sized bite on the lower left area of her where her jaw/neck meet. 3.)
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 26, 2024 8:54:27 GMT -7
Blood oozed in a slow trickle down over and around his right eye. He had to keep blinking and shaking his head in order to try and clear his vision. Even so, despite the handicap to his vision in that eye, Xovad still managed to land his bite to the mare's jaw and neck area. The Versai brute tasted her blood and though he found it disgusting, once he had his grip, he refused to let go, clamping down his teeth harder - he wanted her to remember him, to remember this moment, and to know that the Versai were not to be underestimated. The Helkaer recoiled back from him and his grip began to weak, but still he managed to hang on for a moment. Not until the mare reared up and struck at his chest with her front legs and hooves did the gold and ivory brute lose his grip entirely. She tore free from his grasp as he grunted in pain.
Her hooves battered his chest rapidly, one of her hooves creating a small gash just above his Versai brand that was on his chest. Ears flattening against his skull, Xovad scrambled backward (a bit clumsily, admittedly) and out of range from her flailing hooves before they could do more damage. He could feel the blood starting to leak from the gash to his chest, and the area around it was sore and would more than likely bruise. The soreness hindered his movements slightly; moving his head and neck or his front legs was now uncomfortable, but tolerable. Briefly, Xovad stood there, panting and licking his enemy's blood from his lips.
All he'd wanted was a damn conversation, and now, he was dealing with a pointless fight! Ears still pinned, Xovad charged, propelling himself toward the mare as she tried to put some distance between them. Once he was close enough, he turned slightly, put his weight on his front legs (ignoring how his bruised muscles ached from the extra weight) and sent both of his hind hooves back in a powerful kick toward the Helkaer's ribcage. It wouldn't be a fatal injury, but if he managed to break a rib... it sure as hell would leave a lasting impression.
[Tagged: ➳ T e c h n o ➳ w/ Nemesis] [Words: 372] [Character: Xovad / Valfrid] [Notes: TECHNO APPROVED MY POSTING EVEN THOUGH I WENT OVER THE TIME LIMIT! ilysm <3] [Timeline: 6 years, autumn, afternoon, after the Versai meeting, his first Act 2 thread] SPEECH
Name: Xovad / Valfrid Breed: Appendix Quarter Horse x Andalusian x Gypsy Vanner x Arabian Age: 6 Gender: Stallion Height: 16.1 hh Alliance: Light / Versai Health: 86% Hits:1 - Reared up on his hind legs as Nemesis went for his throat, striking with his front hooves in an attempt to kick her in the head/face 2 - Charged after Nemesis while she retreated and, when she turned to face him again, attempted to bite her where her jaw meets the neck on the left side 3 - Charged at Nemesis while she was trying to put some space before them. Once close enough, Xovad turned slightly, and then sent out a kick with both hind feet toward her ribcage. Dodges:1 - Injuries:- Bite to the right side of his throat/neck area. Nemesis was not successful in getting a direct hit to his throat, but still managed to get a bite in the general area. - Bite above his right eye, the skin is torn and bleeding (moderate). - Small gash on his chest above his Versai brand that is bleeding (low), from Nemesis's hoof cutting him. The surrounding area is also sore and will bruise.
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Post by ➳ T e c h n o ➳ on Feb 1, 2024 15:03:06 GMT -7
TW: Language, violence, bloodNemesis' neck ached and she tried her best to hold her head at an angle so as not to put pressure on the aching, bleeding wound. Her daggers had found their mark and battered his shoulder as she'd come down. At least she had gotten some bit of retribution for the wound on her neck that would surely scar. The dark bay was not surprised by the Versai's swift response to her attempt to put distance between them. He barreled after her and was upon her in seconds. Nemesis narrowed her eyes at the blur of motion as she leapt toward her right side to avoid the stallion's hooves. Her neck ached in various places, and the pain increased significantly with the jarring movement. Nemesis tried to stop herself from landing too harshly. Her wound stung and her jaw ached from the jostling movement.The Helkaer pinned her ears against her skull. The Versai's hooves landed along her barrel but did not slam into her ribs. Instead, a sizeable gash streaked across her left side. The cold air stung the freshly opened wound and she hissed in pain. Her hatred for the Versai burned through her veins. It didn't matter that she'd instigated the fight, he had the audacity to come here in the first place. They'd both be leaving with scars at least. Nemesis danced away from him again and then swung to face him once more. Her movements were ginger as she favored drifting toward her right side. The world around them grew more quiet now that their battle had settled."I think you should leave." Nemesis seethed at him as her wounds dripped blood. A sense of triumph surged through her as she saw the way his blood pooled around his right eye. It was only a shame that she hadn't been able to tear it out of his skull. Nemesis didn't want to end their battle here, if it were up to her she'd fight to the death. There was a chance though that it could be her death, and she couldn't have that. "Leave and never come back. You are not welcome. I'd sooner keep your head as a trophy you filthy Utopian loving mongrel." Nemesis spat at him. Her jaw clenched tightly together as she tried to shift her bodice to make herself more comfortable. Movement was painful, more so than the bite of the winter air. "Speech here"
wow this is actually garbage I am so sorry. ~ fleabittengray Nemesis by ray-gunz Name: Nemesis Breed: Mustang x Lusitano x Thoroughbred x Quarab x Shire x Friesian Age: 6 Gender: Mare Height: 16.2hh Alliance: Dark Health: 88% Attacks 1.) Attempted to bite Xovad directly on the throat 2.) Attempted to bite Xovad on the face near his right eye 3.) Attempted to strike Xovad in the chest/neck area in response to his attack. Dodges 1.) Leapt toward her right side to avoid the brunt of Xovad's kick toward her ribs. Injuries 1.) Bruising along the bottom of her jaw from where Xovad struck her with his front hooves. Muscle strain from her head snapping 'backward" 2.) Moderate sized bite on the lower left area of her where her jaw/neck meet. 3.) Moderate sized incision along her left barrel aliyaah ღ ∂ιѕαѕтєя ღ Pippin illɘgal this can now be judged!
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Post by aliyaah on Feb 1, 2024 15:29:05 GMT -7
I will tally. Waiting on judge collection: Yes Judge 1 Collection: Done Judge 2 Collection: Done Tally-ing Scores: Yes
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Post by aliyaah on Feb 23, 2024 12:52:28 GMT -7
Roleplayer & Character: fleabittengray and Xovad/Valfrid Cohesiveness: 9.5 Comments:- There were a handful of spots where commas were misused, but not enough to interrupt the flow. (No points removed) - There were some sentences where the tense was off or a word was not quite right that made me pause and have to reread. I.e. What was it with the Helkaer that made them want to do harm to others? “What was it with the Helkaer that made them want to harm others?” “Do harm to others" seemed to flow a bit weird. He grit his teeth against the pain, blinking rapidly and shaking his head as blood began to trickle down, partially obscuring his view. “He gritted his teeth against the pain, blinking rapidly and shaking his head as blood began to trickle down to partially obscure his view.” Maybe? ^ This sentence also feels a bit long with a lot of information. - Overall, each post is generally easy to read and follow. However, there are a few sentences that run on for way too long and should be broken up. I found I would trail off when trying to read these sentences, and would have to reread them a few times to understand. “Not until the mare reared up and struck at his chest with her front legs and hooves did the gold and ivory brute lose his grip entirely.” This sentence was hard to follow and should be reworded. Realism: 9.5 Comments:- I felt his emotions, thoughts, and pain were realistic. Their emotions were both driving them, so fighting through that ache while still mentioning it felt realistic to me. - Few points where wording made it sound like Xovad landed his hits without confirmation. The last move where Xovad runs at her only to turn around and kick at her with his hind legs seemed odd. If anything, a horse would run along the side/past the horse to kick at them. Just didn’t feel as well as the other attacks. Otherwise, other attacks are realistic. - “He grunted, letting his front hooves strike at her face.” – Should be ‘letting his front hooves attempt to strike at her face’. Movement: 9.5 Comments:
- In Xovad’s final attack, it seems that Nemesis and Xovad are facing each other mostly head-on with their bodies slightly angled from each other. With the attack saying that Xovad turned “slightly” and kicked out with his hind legs to aim for her ribcage, that does not quite feel like that movement would make sense given their positions. I feel that this attack would be more likely to land closer to her shoulder and possibly the very front of her ribcage. - Both characters were going to their throats, aiming for vital points without hesitation. Completion of the Form: 10 Comments:- Completed Total: 38.5 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roleplayer & Character: ➳ T e c h n o ➳ and Nemesis Cohesiveness: 9.5 Comments:- There were moments where “backwards” should have been “backward”, but personally did not stop the flow of reading for me. - The integration of the fighting, pain, and her emotions was well done. The transitions between the three did not feel forced or difficult to follow. - Overall the posts were fine to read, but I often found the sentences ended when I expected them to continue? It had me rereading a few paragraphs to make sure I understood the movements. Realism: 10 Comments:- I liked that Nemesis’s thought process and anger were very clearly expressed. Her continuously getting frustrated that Xovad was not reacting to the cambion disease was also realistic. - Realistic, responded well to opponent’s attacks and attacks seemed well thought out, not rushed. Movement: 10 Comments:- I felt the movements were easy to follow and imagine. - Attacks were well thought out. Both characters were going to each other’s throats without hesitation. Completion of the Form: 10 Comments:- Completed Total: 39.5 The winner is Nemesis. Well done both of you! This was SUCH a well-written fight!
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