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Post by leavingneverland on Nov 18, 2014 2:16:58 GMT -5
VERSUS BATTLE! FIGHT!Charlie vs TameraThe evening sky was awash with blushing pinks and tangerine oranges; it looked as though some great horse had dipped his tail in all the colours of the world and wiped them across the sky. It was beautiful, the way the colours bounced off a thick blanket of clouds. It was the sort of slow, creeping sunset one was meant to stop and watch. But Charlie couldn't appreciate it. Not today. He couldn't see the beauty in the colours; instead, the pink looked like spilt blood, mingling with the orange of fresh innards. Were innards orange? He couldn't really say, considering he'd never stopped to examine any, but he imagined that's what they would look like.
A foul taste spread through his dry mouth, sitting bitterly on his sandpaper tongue. Vasska's words had been meant as encouragement (probably) but they hadn't been anything but nerve wracking. And that look. Charlie wasn't sure if he had imagined it or not, but the way those eyes had lingered on him, just for that one moment -- he was sure he'd seen all manner of things in them, chief of which was the stinging punch-in-the-mouth of 'no expectations.' Charlie wasn't a guard. He wasn't ruthless or apathetic. Sure, he could hold his own against a good many other stallions, but he'd had little to no formal training. No one expected him to get much farther than right here, standing somewhere amongst the labyrinthian pathways of the barren Riddle Mountains. It wasn't a very optimistic thought, particularly when one was about to go charging into battle.
Well, not battle exactly. Sparring. But still. He was practically shaking with nerves and pent-up anticipation. He had to fight to keep his mouth shut, to suppress that annoying tendency to babble when he had excess energy to expel.
He glanced to his left and took in the big mare next to him, her grullo coat glittering under the light of the setting sun, fingers of her mane teased this way and that by a persistent breeze. She was at least a full hand taller than he was, but that wasn't what worried him. It was the fact that she was a guard (among other reasons, for there were many) that really tugged at him. She had experience out the wazoo. It oozed from her like tree sap. And he had everything to prove.
"So... wanna dance?" he asked her, throwing the words out of his mouth before he had time to reconsider. He grinned in what he hoped was a non-threatening way. Wait, was it non-threatening? Or did it come across as creepy and desperate. He hoped it didn't; he didn't want to kill himself before he even saw battle. That would be... unwise. And counter productive. And he'd be dead, which was pretty much the opposite of everything he wanted out of life.
Never mind. Roll with it. Don't second guess yourself maybe, he coached himself as he trotted over to an empty patch of craggy ground. He planted his feathered hooves in the dirt, prepared to give it his all whether he was ready to or not. |
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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Nov 18, 2014 16:31:23 GMT -5
The skies were painted a different color as the on coming war was approaching. It seemed as if the skies were splattered with a beautiful blend of warm colors that for a moment it could fool you that peaceful day are coming rather then a bloody war...
The grullo mares body and mind were set in stone with all the War coming and to her begin a Knight has its own pressure as it is. She was expected like most Knight to handle this as if it was nothing. As if she could lose to a follower, there was to much to lose at stake: her pride,purpose, and life was devoted to begin a Knight that could serve the herd a place to be called safe from predators and enemies alike. Her outer masked gave off an impression of begin so calm and stern, but she was anxious to get the war started for she too need to get her pent up anger released. She could not lose now when she wanted to stomp on the bachelor stallion with all her might for what they did to her when she was younger.
A feeling of begin watched snapped the mare out of her inner thoughts. She looked a bit down towards her right to meet her supposedly sparing partner named Charlie. The stallion was at least a full hand shorter then she was but in returned for having a shorter height then her it made up for his muscular body as he has Friesian blood in him. She didn't seemed to think to much of him beside the fact the stallion seemed to be young and idiotic thinking at times he's invincible and doesn't bother thinking first.
"Let see if you can wipe the ground beneath me first." Tamera scoffed, as he asked her to spar as if it was more of a out right flirting then a threat plastered on his face while he grinned.
This boy must be asking for it as she shook her head flowing after Charlie. The Sooty Bay gave a stance that indicated he was ready to him his all against her. Tamera gives him credit for having the gut to try and give it his all. This fight could still go both ways, either could win, just cause she has an upper hand begin a Knight and has training doesn't mean that Charlie couldn't beat her at sparing he does have more muscular strength then she does.
She wasted to time as she begin to circle around him as if she was checking him out with her eyes. Tamera had to time to be kind to a sparing partner to let him go first it was fight or lose her pride and she wasn't gonna let that happen. At a quick pace she went lunge forth slamming her body into his rib cage, trying to knock the air out of him.
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Post by leavingneverland on Nov 19, 2014 16:31:17 GMT -5
He didn't like the way she looked at him; like he was a dangling piece of gangrenous meat and she a starving predator. She seemed offended by his very presence, but not so much that she wouldn't joyfully tear him to bits. He didn't like that haughty tone either, and the wonky grin melted off his face like candle wax, moulding into a nervous, stubborn frown. He huffed lightly through his nostrils, a silent and non-confrontational objection to pretty much everything about her -- at this point anyway; he'd reserve full judgement for later on. Maybe she was just nervous, and snippy words and smug tones were her way of shrugging it off. He supposed he could appreciate that. He tended to use humour to beat off his own insecurities. Did that mean she was actually nervous? Even better: did that mean he actually stood a chance? The evening was looking better already. Marginally better, but he wasn't going to turn up his nose at a lifeline of hope, despite the fact that it was no thicker than a hair. It was there.
He grinned to himself slightly as he strode off, but wiped it away as soon as he realised what he was doing. He didn't want his partner to think he was belittling their battle. He wasn't. He was serious as the grave, possibly for the first time in his life. He stood and faced her, watched as the grullo mare prowled into place. His golden eyes followed her as she circle around him like a vulture, her own stabbing vision trained only on him, judging him, picking him apart carefully. He couldn't help wondering what he looked like through her eyes -- did he look nervous? Was he at all intimidating? Was she actually dying of laughter on the inside? -- but swiped the thought out of his mind soon after it rooted there. He had to be prepared. He had to be ready. He had to be on his guard at all times.
He stood for a few harrowing seconds, wondering whether or not he should make the first move (he was hoping he wouldn't have to; he didn't know the specifics. Were they supposed to bow first? Was there a poem he had to recite? Proper battling etiquette? In the past, he'd just bopped someone on the head and been done with it -- usually by accident, but still. There was no technique).
And then she moved.
If he hadn't been so tightly wound, so maddeningly tense, he would have missed it. She was fast. But, he encouraged himself, so was he. He leapt out of the way as she lunged at him, throwing her entire body forward. He staggered a little as her body slammed itself into his hindquarters, but righted himself quickly, so it seemed nothing of the sort had ever happened. He whirled back around and aimed a powerful kick at her despite the throbbing in his back leg. He directed his feathered hooves at her chest, not caring if they planted anywhere else, so long as they came into contact with any part of her.
He aimed another kick, putting as much power as he could into his hind legs before darting forward and whirling around, trying his best to keep her away from his rear and in his direct line of sight. She'd already proven that would be more difficult than he'd originally though. One thing was clear at this point: she wasn't going to go easy on him or his lack of experience. This was a battle, not a childish game of wrestling and domination. Here, you fought to win. |
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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Nov 19, 2014 17:54:08 GMT -5
She knew she had slammed into him making contact with Charlie's body but he moved just n time so her weight would end up slamming into his hindquarters instead. Tamera started to feel her blood boil as if someone was trying to overwhelm her with all the feeling of excitement and rage. This was a perfect opponent that was able too keep up with her and not coward in fear when the battle started. A sassy smirk came across her face as the stallion try to act as if nothing had happen when they made contact with each other, then as she tried to doge Charlie's powerful kick it was to swift landing on her right side of her chest. Air came out from her as she lost her breath for a moment as the pain started to intensify as each movement she made felt like stabbing pain. This was nothing she told herself she had gone through worse, this was just child play she reminded herself as she jumped away from the stallion.
"tch...Is that all you got Charlie? Show me what a brute like you can do! or are you just for show? Ha! if thats all you got those Bachelors would wipe the floors with you little boy!" The mare mocked the younger stallion as if trying to rile him up so he could lose his train of thought.
Charlie was about to deal another kick to her but she was trying to take her chance at at going at his hindquarter. Her plan at first was to knock some life out of him , though it seemed as the tides has change, now she is aiming for his back legs they were already hit once maybe a few more times will do the trick? Muscular as he was, if she was able to land a direct hit on one of his leg she could slow down his swift movements giving her advantage to use her agility. Tamera hasn't mastered her hidden ability yet but she was lean which aid in her begin swift, none of this was going to be any help if she can't damage one of his hind legs. He may be a bit of a brute but that give another disadvantage if he was injured, his weight would hurt himself if he couldn't keep it up.
She ran by him then u-turned at at sharp angle as if to make it look as if she was going to dive in straight at him. Suddenly she zig zag from side to side trying to confused him, her long hair swayed in her face playfully like it was doing a magic trick. This kept it hard for Charlie to where she was looking before she would take a strike at him. In just a few seconds the grullo mare tried to bite at the stallion's lower neck. She aimed to distract him with her bite so she could slip past his powerful hind legs. This was risky as his front legs were just as strong.
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Post by leavingneverland on Nov 20, 2014 17:52:10 GMT -5
The watered-wine light of the setting sun spilled over her, staining her dark pelt a murky maroon. She danced from one place to the next, taking quick steps, each hoof clattering over the cracked ground of the Riddle Mountains. Though battles raged on around him, all he could hear was her. The way she breathed, more laboured now, coming in quick and shallow hiccuping gasps. She filled his eyes, blocking out the world around him, drowning him in her painted coat and her devilish glare. He couldn't keep the claws from closing around his throat as her eyes burned themselves into his; he was scared. It was all he could do to chain his father's words to the forefront his mind: courage is not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. He had to triumph. He had to come out on top.
Charlie's own breathing was getting heavy now as he fixated on his opponent, her lips curling into a dangerous smirk. For one terrifying moment, he was convinced that he was in over his head. There was no way he could beat her. She was too fast. And if he couldn't beat her now, he certainly didn't deserve to stand at the front lines. The Bachelors would be ten times as strong, if only because they were looking to bleed him dry.
The air that whoofed out of her as his hooves made contact felt almost as good as the battle won. Any negative thoughts he'd had the moment before gushed out of him, replaced by one overpowering thought. A thought that choked back any inhibition and crushed his doubt like a brittle autumn leaf: I can DO this! With that one huff of air, her invincible shell cracked and shattered, and she was no longer a god, a knight to be marvelled at and revered. She was mortal, just like him.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but he staved it off. He couldn't let himself get distracted. All the same, he could tell her words were meant to bite, but considering he spewed his own out at a rate of one-thousand syllables per second, they didn't bother him. He loved banter; he lived for banter. It was familiar and comfortable, a warm safety blanket wrapped tight around his shoulders.
"Brute?! Me?!" he asked, feigning offence as his resolve to keep his mouth shut disintegrated into nothingness. "Please! My Mama always told me I was a gentleman and a scholar. Your mama, on the other hand..." he continued, letting the sentence trail off into the unknown, forcing her to fit the pieces together. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her, as though urging her toward the proper conclusion.
He whirled around as she curved into an about turn. She charged at him, and he readied himself to stand his ground. All of a sudden, she was zigzagging like a bat out of hell. His head followed her, but he stood still; what was she doing? Was this a warrior thing he should know about? A secret code? Was she summoning her brethren or something? Was that allowed?
Charlie vaulted backward as he realised where she was going with this -- she threw her teeth out at him, gnashing and snapping them around his neck despite his rather lame avoidance manoeuvre. He reared up, cried out with pain. He beat at her with his broad hooves, taking steps forward to drive her back. He threw his front legs down as she came up underneath him in an attempt to throw her off kilter, to knock her off her feet as his hooves crashed down, if not on solid ground, then on her writing back. He was furious with himself for letting her distract him; it would not happen again. |
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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Nov 24, 2014 14:55:54 GMT -5
The mare felt the oxygen leave her lungs as the stallions hooves made contact with her body. Seeing the male smile emerge from his face, it made her felt the need to show him that she was better then just a mare whom couldn't stand against even her own people she protected and guarded everyday. I WON'T lose! Not NOW of all the times! as the mare was struggling with her internal thoguhts.
"Yeah you little boy!" Tamera replied back, she knew he was faking the offense that she was throwing at him. "Just keep telling yourself that... Ha! she passed away a few years back boy it won't bother me if you did try to insult me about my mother, she left me at the hands of the bachelors when I was just a filly!" She said giving a devious smirk now, did he think that she was going take his bait of bantering? She was left by both her parents and she could care less if he did meant to insult them, not that she didn't love them after meeting them later on, it was just never bothered her since begin a lone was so normal.
His cry of pain as her teeth made contact with Charlie's neck made her feel more excitement filled through her body. She was now starting to feel pleasure surge through her as her confidence rises back inside her. Tamera lunged once again this time aiming for his throatlach so she could suffocate him with enough force so she could try and over throw in once he was weak enough. She felt his hooves come into contact with her back the pain was immense as if she had a boulder struck onto her spinal cords. "Go ahead s-strike your hooves at me I'll take it all in!" She managed to some how speak as he pounded his hooves into her body. Yet as dangerous as it was she kept at it trying to get him to lose oxygen just enough so she can finish him off at a moments noticed if things went accordingly, at the pit of her stomach she knew however this really won't end the way she want it and both parties could get seriously hurt from this even before they went to war...
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Post by leavingneverland on Nov 26, 2014 15:37:51 GMT -5
Charlie couldn't quite figure this mare out. She was a complex and intimidating creature. One minute she was snapping and tearing at him, the next she was spewing out awkward comebacks. How was he supposed to react to that? Was he supposed to say something depressing back? That wasn't banter. That was... just words! He'd never heard of having a heart to heart on the battle field. Well... sparring ring. He supposed that made it slightly less dramatic, considering these would be nobody's last words. In any case, he opted for the hopefully less awkward: "Don't need your life story, thanks," as he took a quick step back in the hopes that he could avoid whatever she threw at him next.
He couldn't. Her loop around had been sudden, the sharp teeth closing around his neck so hard he thought he felt his skin tear. The pain blazed through him like wildfire, scorching every bit of him, filling his mind with one singular thought: Ow! The shock of it sent his body leaping into action, leaving his writhing brain far behind. Before he realised it, he was on his hind legs, throwing his legs out at her. His hooves crashed down against her back, but the words she gasped at him had every ounce the strength they'd had when the fight had started. "I'll take it all in." He had no doubt.
He jerked backwards as she aimed her gnashing teeth at his jugular. That was the moment he realised it; this was no longer two strangers sparring. This was personal. She was aiming to cripple him, tear into him, destroy him. All the fear he'd managed to shake off overwhelmed him once more, flooding in threatening to choke him in her stead. His mind was reeling with how narrowly he'd avoided those teeth. This was going too far. They were sparring partners, not enemies at war. "Woah! Cool it!" he demanded. He took a few steps away from her and threw himself into a half-rear, beating a warning into the air with his forelegs, telling her to keep her out of his space. This was all getting a bit too real for him. "You do know we're not meant to maim each other, right? That's why this is called sparring and not murdering. We're supposed to spar each other's lives. See what I did there? I made a pun," he told her. He'd always resorted to humour as a defence mechanism. It seemed to make situations like this far less real.
He glanced briefly at the fights going on around him. They were winding down now. Some pairs had already finished. Some were congratulating each other, others were glaring daggers at their opponents, and everyone looked the worse for wear. He could only imagine what he looked like, ragged and battered, sides heaving as he tried to pull in air. No one could say anything if they stopped now. He couldn't tell who had won, but as far as he was concerned, this was over. He did want to live long enough to see the warfront, after all. |
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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Nov 26, 2014 16:22:42 GMT -5
Tamera didn't seemed to care at the moment all her adrenaline made her focus on Charlie and nothing else. It was as if she had reverted back to her bad habits of wanting to kill first and access the situation later. The mare was moody but it was her style of fighting and bantering nonsense that gave her an advantage in most of her fights before. She didn't care what her opponent thought of her, she was like a machine that only know how to aim for its goal without caring what had happen regardless for the consequences. After the stallion took a step back and spewing words about not needed to hear her life story all she gave was a laugh.
Tameras grasp on his neck were a bit harder then she excepted as she went on full force with the intent to kill him and as she felt him winced in pain and risen with his hind legs and pounded her as she tried to get her to let loose from gnawing on his neck. At the moment the male was able to avoid her taking aim at his jugular as e backed up telling her to cool it.
Fear seemed to overwhelm him as he reared up and gave her a warning not to enter his space. Tamera was still in a offensive stance stopped mid way breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath, with every breath the sound entering and leaving her body sound like whispering mocking laughters. The mare looked up at him as he spoked soon after still in his defensive stance. His body all tense and guarded, that what Tamera love to see a male feel intimidated by her.
"Yeah I know but its still a spar little boy, how will you expect to survive on a battle field if you can't take a small beating? Ha, you still got enough strength to make a pun? Would you like me to come over there and teach you a lesson you colt?" She let out a half joking and death glare look at him as she replied to him.
For a moment she took her eyes of of the stallion and follow his gaze as he watches the others spar. Some where already finished while others looked as if they now began to hate each others guts. She had no idea who would win but as soon as she started to calmed down she felt all her adrenaline leave her lean body, was it this painful when we fought? I guess I went to far this time... the mare gave a slight sigh just under her breath. Tamera regained her normal grupy expression and looked at him for a moment and looked to the side as if she wanted to say something but her pride wouldn't want to admit it.
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Post by leavingneverland on Nov 27, 2014 5:40:41 GMT -5
Her words made his blood boil. He could feel the heat of pure hatred oozing through his body as her words beat at him, tearing him down. He didn't have an awful childhood to brag about. He didn't have abandonment issues that he could impose upon everyone around him. But none of that was any reason to be an insufferable arse. He let a plume of warm air escape out of his nostrils; the gesture was frustrated and dismissive. He didn't care about her problems -- she hadn't given him any reason to.
"You're a horrible person, aren't you?" He spat the words out before he could stop himself, just another of the non-perks of having no mental filter. This whole time, he'd been coaching himself, telling himself not to let her get to him -- but she had, and that only made him more angry. At himself, but he turned it around on her. She'd hit home on Charlie's biggest fear, struck the nail on the head: he wasn't good enough. He wasn't good enough for this herd, or this war. He wasn't worthy of marching into battle with his fellows. He wasn't worthy of a noble death on the battle field. He wasn't worthy of anything. "Trample off you --!" he cut himself short before a string of profanities longer than a mountain range had the chance to spill out at her. "Just because I follow rules and courtesies doesn't mean I couldn't snap you like a twig if I wanted to. I mean hey! You were seeing red, and I wasn't. And you still couldn't tear my throat out. What does that say about you?" He hurled the words at her like ammunition, trying to tear at her pride the same way she'd decimated his. If he managed even a quarter of the damage she'd done, he'd be content.
All round him the sounds of battle were slowly being replaced by the desperate panting of sheer exhaustion, the shuffling of tired hooves, and the breathless words of congratulations as partners ended on better terms than he and Tamera had. The murmured discussions of others had filled the dangerous air around them, bits and pieces crashing into Charlie's ears like the churning waves of a thunderstorm. "...a good one." "..kill you if I get the..." "...needs to figure out..." "Not in a million y..." He could have pulled himself away, turned and left as though none of this had made the slightest dent to his fragile ego, but he didn't. Everything ached and throbbed, and the shallow wound on his neck had started to itch, but he didn't care. He hardly felt it.
He took a big, deep breath to steady his rattled nerves, let his body relax a little, his posture slacken. It was done. It was over with. It had happened. There was no use brooding over it. "Right. Well. I figure this is pretty much over," he said, trying to bite back the venom in his words. "Any final remarks, or are we done here?" |
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