[D].a.n.g.e.r.o.u.s {B A T T L E}

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Challengers://Resheph x Bones
The Stakes://If Resheph wins,
Bones becomes his and he will do whatever he wishes with her
[with brut's discretion and approval of course].
If Bones wins, she castrates Resheph...0_0.

Spectators welcome...

The Rules-
1. Four action posts per horse[does not include intro, though that is optional]
2. Four attacks per horse.
3. Two dodges per horse.
4. Previous injuries still count, although they are minor so no need to play them out.
5. Starla will judge.

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[&]Faithful charcoaled pillars carried the bulky stud to the place called Vlatador Flats. It was a bloodied, darkened and flattened pit of despair. Skeletons littered the dry earth; even a few dry carcasses were to be found. The vultures picked off the last remaining pieces of flesh, leaving the corpses as bare as the ancient skeletons. But none of this bothered the haughty stallion that proudly trotted into the land, skull held high in confidence. Even the threatening thunder that was to be heard in the distance didn’t dampen his spirit, for today his own daggers would shed blood once again. Something he had been yearning for quite some time, but he was just too preoccupied with his little games he played with the virgins. But now he was coming back to his roots, where his pitiful excuse for a life had started. Killing, murdering and maiming. Anything that included the desirous crimson being spilt was enough to plaster a thick grin on his mug.

[&]The familiar crackling of thunder was heard, spikes flicking irritably in the direction. A storm was brewing. A presumption proved true when his dark abysses watched the sky, as it turned almost black with the thick clouds racing in. He snorted, stomping his hoof angrily against the barren ground. Large drops of water started to fall from the heavens, splashing angrily on his mahogany hide. [Rain rain, go away and save yourself for another day]. Rain was an enemy that he despised almost as much as the vixen he was meeting here. Fire was of no use when rain came into play, and that was something he laid his pride on. Nevertheless, he might not be able to show off as much as he would have wished but he still had his brawn. And no matter how confidant the wench would be, he still would have her beat. He would be sure of that.

[&]Resheph sauntered to the center of the arena, spikes relishing the hissing sound of the water droplets evaporating as soon as they hit his pelt. His temperature was well above the normal range, any safe range. But he was excited, eagerly anticipating the moment when the harlot would stray in. Or would she even come, maybe fear had overcome her? Perhaps she went back on her word and would send her previous rescuer to fight instead of herself. No matter what happened, he wasn’t about to turn back now. He came for blood and he would get it, even if it happened to be his own. Though the thought of losing hadn’t even entered his mind, his bloodlust clouding over any little judgment the haughty stallion retained.

[&]Smoke rose off his prodigious form, the best he could do as long as water continued to fall from the despicable heavens. [Fire fire, consume my desire]. Persistent raindrops still made it past his barrier, making his pelt started to bleed, russet hue turning a deep blood bay. He could never see the utter fascination with an ebonite pelt; to him it was just an overused cliché. Although, he pondered, you cannot choose your pelt. Either way, he had many more things to detest the witch for, and her wooer also. Would he show his ugly mask again? No matter, it would but only make things more interesting and exciting.

[&]Muscles stretched as the front half of his bulk lifted off the earth and into the air, smoked daggers furiously assaulting the rain. He balanced carefully on his rear appendages, his weight placed very strategically so he would not stumble. A loud bellow emitted itself from his mug, a neigh that echoed throughout the desolate land. A reminder to this Bones who had yet to show up. Because even if she didn’t she wouldn’t escape him. He would hunt her down if it were the last thing he would do in his hellish life. Bones, such an idiotic name. He found it canny how even without asking he had discovered the harlots name, though his still remained a mystery. He wouldn't give her the pleasure of knowing his calling until she lay in a pool of her own blood. After a few moments of his exhilarating maneuver he decided to return to all fours, letting gravity takes its course and falling to the terra below. Gazing out carefully to watch for a figure to emerge from the mysterious fog. He didn’t even enjoy this hags company, but she had caused him trouble and now he wanted to turn her life to hell. Nothing would bring him more pleasure…unless he killed her. Now that would be an interesting twist…

Stats-

Word Count://782
Injuries://Moderate bite to barrel, by now it has clotted and hinders him very minimally.
Attacks:// 0/4
Dodges:// 0/2
Action Posts:// 0/4

[brut]

OOC; my terms are i castrate resh lmao that'd be funny

The stocky mare made her way to the chosen land, her heart thundering with adrenaline under her thick chest. She was more than excited, she was a fighter, it was in her blood, and her history. Her mind was its usual numb self, pain evaded her for her insanity. there was nothing that bought fear to her, oh no.The sky was dull, dark clouds lingered in the heavens as the first droplets of rain hit the Hessians pelt and slipped slowly down her frame. The Terra she walked upon was thick with green blades, which slowly faded out to a red sand, silent under her heavy footfalls. it was warm on the sensitive frog of her dagger, the sun had been here but must have hidden from the savage attacks that would come. She breathed in deeply, felt her lungs expand with the cool welcome inhale, and slip from her lips with mere notice. This could be her last fight, she knew that. win or die, the only way this could go. she would be no slave.she was a free spirit.The thought of his smug facade and a toss of an ignorant mane in my defeat was something i would not face, and refused to believe could happen. Not while i still had four legs and a heart that yearned for victory.

The land was silent, just the birds in the trees made a harmony to pump muscular stilts to. which she did at a trot, her ribbons flowing behind her as silk. she didn't want to keep him waiting now did she? this brute who thought he was all that, gods gift. She smiled at the ever growing rain that cooled her burning canvas, she was filled with energy surprisingly. it raced through her veins like a never ending drug, it fueled her movement. she paced forward, onto the desert like scene that was vlador flats. there in the distance, among the dead, was the beast whom called himself Resheph. moving faster now the distance between them reduced dramatically. It was seconds now before the bitch was face to face with the bay brute. She snorted through flared nares at the insolent stance he posed, she knew he wouldn't be holding the same stance in time.

She needed an attack of surprise, oh yes, an attack the brute would not see coming. She kept moving in his direction until she was but a banners length away. she must get the element of surprise just right, must get the first blow. Bones stopped. Her frame was tranquil, showed nothing of her emotion or thoughts as she knew she could not afford to give anything away.

Then she attacked. it was a fast attack. One he could not have seen coming. She snaked out her skull, jaws open yet body still back far enough she was in no way open to be kicked from his position and aimed for his nares. the very tip of his muzzle. he could not have expected such a blow, yet a blow it was. where could he go from there? could not rear, nor back away. and to come forward into Bones? well she would just have to stand her ground. She would stop his breath. yes. would confuse him in the first few minutes. Her sharp jagged ivories tearing into soft velvet, soft lips..

Her body was a rock, stood as steady as she could ground herself. No there was no loss for her, to win or to meet her maker. and she wasn't about to die. too much pride flowed through her.

word count://658
Injuries://Moderate bite to barrel, by now it has clotted and hinders him very minimally. Cool looking scratch to eyebrow lol xD
Attacks:// 1/4
Dodges:// 0/2
Action Posts:// 1/4
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[&]Patience wore ever thin as the hellion awaited the presence of the atramentous bruja, or would he not be graced with it? Smokewash'd whipcord attacked his haunches with utmost force, the sting a welcome reminder of what he was waiting for. Pain, something that was oh so familiar to him. It was nothing foreign to him at all, rather something that he considered an old friend of sorts. As was the covetous crimson, the only thing that kept his daggers rooted in place instead of maundering off. For this female didn't interest him much, she was nothing but a troublesome fly waiting to be swatted off by his ropes. Someone who wouldn't let him have his way, and would pay highly for it. Resheph always got his way, no matter what it took.

[&]A silhouette emitted from the mist, stalking carefully to toward him. Could this be the mare he awaited? As she continued onward thoughts were proved true as her familiar form appeared, slicing its way through the fog. He pondered if she would give formalities, or do him the pleasure of cutting the small-talk. He never saw the reasoning behind wasting time chatting when there was blood to be shed. There was no need to talk about the stakes until one was a loser, and he knew that loser would be Bones. [Winners spoil, blood on soil]. Thankfully her trap remained shut, and he felt his muscles tense in anticipation of the battle that was to begin oh so very shortly. He watched curiously as she stood at a complete standstill, her face clouded with numbness, not even straying marginally to give a hint of leverage he could use against her.

[&]Then she struck, nape extending abruptly and broken pearls savagely grasping the sensitive tissue of his nostrils and cleverly ripping a chunk away. He felt the skin separate from his mug and the blood start to flow freely from his nasal passages. It slithered down his skull, dripping past his velvets and to the dirt below. Tongue sprang out of his mouth, lapping up the crimson before the rain washed it all away. He savored the taste, but only for a partial second. He could enjoy the piquant flavor later, now it was the time to defeat this wicked wench. He found himself quite bewildered by the attack nevertheless, and unwillingly stumbled a few steps back. But a glint of evil intent was shone in his dark pools and he lifted himself above the earth once again, obsidian knives aspiring to slash at her murky self, wherever they may hit.

[&]Blinded somewhat by the rain and crimson mixing together he swiftly returned himself to the ground, not wanting to leave himself open for an counterattack. If his attack had in fact came into contact with the devious vixen after all. [Only death wishes, can I hear a last breath?]. Not wasting time he swiftly circled the beastian, eying her carefully and ready to dodge at a seconds notice. He then unfurled his sinewy serpentine and opened his jowls to reveal peaked enamels striking out at her fragile cannon bone. They mercilessly attempted to take away useful flesh at worst or at best corrupt her maneuvering ability. She was a fast bitch, and any success to slowing her fleet steps would be a godsend. Not that he needed the despicable gods on his side to win the battle, he was positive he had it all under control.

[&]Back stepping to avoid another strike he could only hope he was out of range of the elongated boa she contained. But one was never completely safe, and he had all five senses in tune to her every single movement. Though the blood continued to flow from his nares, and the pain she had inflicted was hard to ignore. But the demon inside him was well trained, and it only reminded him to concentrate heavily on this Bones. She had fooled him once, striking without prior notice. He had lost the tip of his muzzle due to his foolishness and being unwisely ill-prepared. Smoke radiated from his mass, hopefully distracting her even if it only bought him a few more measly seconds. Everything counts in a battle that was as close as this one, even if he hated to admit she was proving to be more experienced then he had previously assumed. But he still had his advantageous, and he would use everything he had against this she-devil of a mare.




Stats-

Word Count://757
Injuries://Moderate bite to barrel, by now it has clotted and hinders him very minimally. A piece of his nose is missing, leaving him bleeding freely.
How he attacked://Backed up so he was able to rear and attacked Bones with his two front hooves, not aiming for anything in particular but hoping for a good hit. Also a sharp bite to her canon bone on one of her legs, no particular one and amount of damage not specified.
Attacks:// 2/4
Dodges:// 0/2
Action Posts:// 1/4

[brut]

The dark Hessian smirked, her head held low. She had let go of the muzzle of the idiotic brute, after shaking it like a shark with a helpless seal. Blood and rain water flowed freely into the nares and mouth of the beast, every time he breathed in it would hinder him. She laughed, he must have thought it a helpless pointless attack? oh no, nothing about this whore was helpless. She began to circle him, looking into his eyes, she wasn't intimidated in any way, she wasn't in the right state of mind..Oh what pretty skeletons i see, so white, so white, so chalky in texture and taste. ohh to taste... His lanterns seemed panicked. he hadn't expected such intelligence or experience from her, another quick to assume her weakness. but he should be afraid, afraid of her intelligence and experience. afraid of her agility and strength. afraid of her insanity and her loss.
The rain was falling harder, her ribbons hung loosely by her pillars as rats tails, her blood covered kissers slowly darkened to their onyx canvas with the streams that snaked down her facade, though her feathers light with the sand that was bouncing of the ground, it stuck to her like a paste now, as she crept with anticipation. As she flung her banner in defiance, as she snorted her misty breath in disrespect. She tiptoed slowly, dancing to her own music, a predator. her muscles rippled as she got closer to the beast. she knew his attack as going to happen soon, very soon but she was distracted, uncaring, in a world of her own. He was nothing to her.
She saw him rise up, she was but amused by his attempt. she thought he was experienced? giggles fell from her skull as he came down, his daggers extended. he was furious, she could see the desperation in his orbs. she could smell the sweat, the perspiration, with his every move.
silly, silly resheph
He was bigger than her, that there was no doubt, by a few inches or so he was taller. but he was brawn, no brain. not that he was much more muscle than the bitch. she was a monster. no thought was going into his physical actions. just pure testosterone and fury, he was fighting blind. And this would one day be his downfall. His waspy mass fell toward Bones from the heavens, and a hiss escaped her. but not a hiss of defeat or surprise, no no no, a hiss of Ecstasy of her luck on this wet yet sun licked day. For he had chosen to leap without aim. His daggers hit her withers and a snort was thrown from her. a snort of laughter, but also because the force of the stallion had moved her silhouette back. she didn't stand her ground, as she would in most defense, but went with it to soften the blow. No broken bones, as she didn't think there would be wherever the stag hit her, but bruising was evident. There would be swelling but nothing to bother her, or blow her chances.
Resheph then began to circle her, obviously keeping an eye on her, not wanting her to attack with surprise after the last lump taken from his ego. she was in a place all her own again. her shadow frame moved like the fire that burned in her soul. the auds were pricked and her orbs watched him like a hawk. she was ready for anything he had to throw at her. he couldn't take her thoughts and thats all that mattered.
then he struck, she saw the mahogany brutes crown glide to her back leg, so that was his game? her nerves had been frazzled when she was a filly, she had gone mad, he wanted to hinder her back? he would have to take her leg. His ivories clamped onto her cannon, but couldn't rip it all out, as he pulled his maw away he took with it deep lying tissue, her flesh. he pulled on tendons, any weak were removed and femme fatale felt a tingling sensation that ran to her rump. it wasn't a bad sensation. just unfamiliar.
She moved now, to face her opponent, there was a slight limp there, but it wasn't serious. nothing was in her little world. crazy bitch still has a spring in her step. she is calm, not letting emotion blur her vision. still smiling, showing her pearly white ivories to any willing to grace her with a moment of their lives.
She carried on her prancing, showing that he had not gotten the better of her, even if he had she would not show it. her face now blank again. showing nothing in anything she did.she movement fluently, in no particular pattern, circling, then turning back on herself, half rearing then turning again. he would have no idea where she would lunge from, if of course she lunged? she turned in small circles, confusing the poor boy, spinning round like a tornado, still circling like the vultures above them. her laughter could be heard in her next valley, loud yet wicked, insane and ferocious. then she stopped dead, mid turn, when she thought resheph had relaxed a little, just enough not to realize what was coming. her back to the bruiser, she kicked out at his ribs with her heavy posts. she jumped back each time she hit the floor, further into him, them flung her body, her sharp daggers at his chest. a repetitive attack she hoped he could not dodge. though at this point who knew? if it hit, it would surly crack bones? though her own leg was weaker now she ignored it. refused to accept it. then after a few minutes she strut forward at a fast enough pace to miss his fangs. turning once more to face him again, not sure what she would be looking upon..

Stats-

Word Count://1007
Injuries:// Moderate bite to barrel, by now it has clotted and hinders him very minimally. Cool looking scratch to eyebrow lol xD :: Bruised, swollen shoulder and lump and some small tendons ripped from back leg.
How she attacked://She confuses him by moving erratically then stops quickly and kicks at his ribs, then keeps backing up and kicking into him so he finds it hard to dodge, before strutting out of the way.
Attacks:// 2/4
Dodges:// 0/2
Action Posts:// 2/4

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[Since Brut left we'll just consider that Bones magically disappeared, so it's a draw in sorts xD..]