NaporieRizia
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Post by NaporieRizia on Nov 30, 2014 23:26:43 GMT -5
Battle Cry
Plot The war has begun and the time has come for every horse to stand up and fight for their herd. As the rain falls around them, making the ground wet and slippery, the clouds veiling the moon, leaving them in the dark, Kyanos and Nero find their next opponent to be the other.
In This Thread o1. Kyanos played by NaporieRizia o2. Nero played by Mosiebear
Kyanos | Bachelor | Infantry
Night, why did they have to go at night? It was so darn dark! The rain didn’t help any either. Dark clouds lingered above, blocking any light from the moon as the water pelted his coat, adding an eerie coolness to the heat of the battle that was soon to come. Kyanos strained to see anything, his foggy eyes squinted in attempt to help better his vision, but it failed him. Of course, the one day he needed it the most, the moon hid from him, refusing to shine her light and guide his path. He was good as blind! How was he going to stand a chance? He’d be dead before dawn for sure. The charge had begun, the enemy was on their way, and Kyanos was not ready.
Giving up on trying to see anything Kyanos lifted his head, the rain bombarded his tired eyes but he refused to shield them from it’s attacks. “Why have you betrayed me?” His cracked voice whispered softly, the sound drowned out by the rain. “I’m going to die tonight, aren’t I, mother?” Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes, letting it out slowly. “I’m ready.” His words were slightly louder, strong and sure, not wavering at all. He would fight with everything he had for the sake of his herd, but he was ready to die if that was his fate.
The silence around him broke when he heard a snort from the distance. Immediately opening his eyes he pricked his ear forward, demanding his eyes to make out something other than darkness, but they refused. At this point he didn’t even know if this intruder was friend or foe, though judging from the direction from which they approached, he expected it was not a friend. Could this be it - the battle that would be his end? Or would he be able to somehow conquer and win for the sake of his herd? He was doubtful, but he would give his all. With determination the young grey stallion half-reared, slamming his hooves onto the wet earth below as he let out a loud bugle - his battle cry. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2014 9:20:58 GMT -5
The air around him buzzed with the hate and fear from the battlefield and the electricity of the oncoming storm. The Olde front stood, facing the enemy. Among them, a young grey stallion who was prepared to protect his herd or die trying, but what Nero didn’t know was if he was ready to take a life. The call for battle rang out and they began the charge, hooves splashing into the muddy earth as they raced toward their shadowed opponents. The stud knew he would only have a few moments to think before he was engaged with one of the scarred beasts they were against.
Would he be able to do it? If he was given the opportunity, could he take the life of another? While Nero was certain the horse he was against would have no trouble taking his own, Nero wasn’t sure if he would be able to take his opponents. Life was precious, even the life of a bachelor scum. While they didn’t use it properly and some would argue that they didn’t deserve the blessing life was, would he be able to take that right from another? The rights to breath and drink cold water after a hard run and enjoy the warm summer rain against their coat? The stallion shook his head and focused his eye on the ever-approaching enemy. He didn’t have a choice. They were at war.
A loud bugling war cry rang into his ears and the stallions’ bright blue eyes searched for its owner. His gaze landed on a small grey stallion, one who looked only slightly younger than himself. Too young to be fighting on a field of battle. A field of death. While Nero didn’t want to fight a smaller younger stallion, the others around him were already locked in battle. Nero sighed and snorted before charging forward, matching the bachelor’s battle cry with one of his own. The grey stud rushed forward and forced his weight forward, hoping to land a blunt force strike with his shoulder against his opponents barrel, using his weight to his advantage.
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Post by NaporieRizia on Dec 1, 2014 13:46:28 GMT -5
Kyanos | Bachelor | Infantry
His alert ear soon caught the sound of hooves approaching, followed by a battle cry to meet his own. As a thunder of advancing hooves rang over the land Kyanos was struck with the sudden fear of the moment. This was it, his first true battle. Would it be a fight to the death? Even more importantly, would it be a fight to his death? He stared blankly in the direction of the oncoming charge, hardly moving as he waited to see at least the faint shadow of this opponent. By the time he saw him though, it was too late to take any action. Kyanos gave a loud grunt of both shock and pain as he was suddenly slammed in the side with such force that it sent him flying off his hooves. For a mere instant he couldn't even tell which way was up as the darkness swallowed him. That moment didn't last long though when the ground suddenly greeted him with an angry hit to the other side. His breath evaded him, leaving his lungs empty as he opened his mouth, begging the air to come back to him. Before he could regain his breath though it hit him that this was no time to wait for air. He was up against another stallion right now, and this wasn't just any old battle, this could very well be a battle to the death. In almost the same moment he hit the ground he used his momentum to roll over onto his other side and quickly leap to his hooves.
Once standing he was able to give himself just a moment to catch his breath as he turned to face his opponent, narrowing his eyes in a desperate attempt to see more than a blurry, faint shadow. He wasn't even sure that was him, he could be staring at a tree for all he knew. It was something though. The rain drowned out the scents, making his nose completely useless. All he had to rely on were his ears... or more, his ear. Snorting loudly he pawed the ground in a powerful display, though in all reality he was just checking the footing to be aware of how careful he would need to be. It wasn't too slippery yet, but if this fight drew out too long, it would be. If he was lucky maybe he could use it to his advantage.
Never mind, it was time for action! Lowering his head and setting his hooves firmly under him he charged at the stallion. He ran toward him, though appeared as if he was going to run by him, maybe try a ram like the other had. He hadn't been intending for this, only his sight had messed him up. When he came close enough to see just where the stallion was he suddenly reared up and swerved to the side, striking for his shoulder with a fore-hoof while his teeth aimed to grab him by the top of his neck. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2014 8:47:03 GMT -5
The grey stallion felt the energy of his charge radiate through his shoulder and when he hit, it left him, and flew into the smaller bachelors ribs. Nero stopped dead, skidding on the semi slick ground and watched his opponent sprawl across the ground, gasping for breath. Don’t get up. Don’t get up! the stallion pleaded in his mind. If the young stallion stayed down, perhaps he could avoid the rest of the battle. He was too young… hell most of the horses on this field were too young for this. But at least Nero had been training his whole life for this. Ready to defend his herd. Many of the horses on the field were untrained and unprepared. And that just wasn’t fair.
Nero concentrated on his opponent as he stood. The grey stallion was shaky and began running at Nero, as if to match his charge, but was going a little off to the left. Surely he didn’t expect to have the same effect that Nero had had on him. The bachelor was smaller and didn’t have the mass of the half draft did. Still, the blue-eyed male braced himself, ready for the hit. But the stallion had underestimated his opponent.
The younger grey dodged to the side, causing Nero to backpedal allowing the bachelors hoof to only graze his shoulder. He couldn’t dodge the bite though. And his opponents’ teeth grabbed hold directly where his crest was scarred and could no longer grow mane. The scarred flesh was tough, and didn’t break under the young stallions grip, but it hurt terribly. Nero snorted and had to bite his lip from crying out from the pain. It felt as if the young stallion had his very spine in his grasp. The pain was excruciating, he couldn’t imagine a worse place to be grabbed. Nero tried to rear to shake him off, but that didn’t work, he couldn’t under the weight of the other stallion. He felt small rivulets of blood fall down his neck, where the only healthy skin left there was broken in the young ones tight grip.
Nero had to act. The stallion snorted and thought. What could he do? Then it dawned on him. The grey stallion kneeled into the thickening mud and pushed himself over, trying to roll over the smaller grey. The roll would not only push his opponent to the ground, but would also cause him to be crushed under Nero’s own weight. At any rate, if he were successful, the bachelor would let go of his neck. The rain was causing the earth to slicken and the mud was growing thicker by the moment. It covered the stallions’ sides, turning his body dark and mixing with the blood that was running down his neck. Nero panted and jumped back to his feet as quickly as he could, slipping slightly. He had to be ready for the other stallion’s next move.
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NaporieRizia
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Post by NaporieRizia on Dec 9, 2014 16:35:21 GMT -5
Kyanos | Bachelor | Infantry
Unlike many would while fighting, Kyanos did not pin his ears. Rather he kept them perked forward as he listened closely to every sound he made so that he could hear each movement that his opponent made. He wasn't about to let him slip anything past him. He had to win this fight. He couldn't afford to lose. If he lost.... well... if he lost... he didn't want to think of the possibilities. Yes, he had accepted that he very well might lose, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't fight with everything he had. He would be strong and he would fight for his herd, and even more so, for his life.
Suddenly he felt the other stallion fall to his knees and he quickly moved with him, trying to press him to the ground. He thought he had the advantage here until suddenly there was a great force from under him and the next thing he knew he was being thrown once again to the ground. Even more shocking was the sudden heavy weight that came down above him, crushing down heavily on his sides as the air was once more forced from his lungs. His eyes widened and for an instant he panicked, kicking his legs out in desperation to get back to his hooves even before the other stallion's weight had removed from atop of him. The instant he was freed from the force Kyanos sprung to his knees and then jumped up. His hooves skid across the mud some but he was able to keep himself upright as he turned to face his opponent once more. The sound of the heavy breaths of the large stallion was all Kyanos needed to know exactly where he was this time around.
He needed another tactic, that was for sure. Brute force would get him no-where. The other stallion was too much stronger than him. Where he used to rely on his speed it had become useless to him now that he couldn't see where he was going. All he had left was his stamina and his mind, two things he hoped would be enough to get him through here. The stallion was too big to take face on, though if he could get a better angle at him, he might stand a chance. With that decided Kyanos headed at him again, ears forward as his eyes strained to see anything. When he finally saw the shape of a horse he ducked and swerved, ramming his weight into the stallion's knees in hopes to knock him over, all the while consecrating on staying on his hooves this time. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2014 13:32:19 GMT -5
It was a sensation unlike any other. Rolling over the other stallion, feeling his breath seemingly evaporate from him. Nero was disgusted. Why hadn't he chosen a stronger opponent? Someone who could match him blow for blow? Sure the smaller grey had done some damage to his already scarred crest, but his sheer weight going over him was more then enough to seriously hurt the younger stallion. Nero was disgusted, and did his best to get off his opponent quickly. Sure he needed to beat him, but killing him? If it came down to it... could he? One question worried him more than any other. If the time came, and Nero didn't finish the Bachelor, would he seize the opportunity to finish the draft stallion?
The Olde stallion quickly scrambled to his feet in the thick mud. It was stuck to most of his body now and entangled the long curling hair of his tail. It caused the feathering on his legs to clot with it, making them heavier. That could either help of hurt in this fight. The Bachelor definitely had speed on his side, and the thick mud would hinder Nero there, but the mudded clots mixed with his longer leg hair would cause him to land heavier blows. It was landing the actual blow that was proving tricky.
Nero panted, blood trickling down his heavy neck from where his foe had torn into him. That was one thing the grey had noticed. He was bleeding, but his opponent wasn't. He had to change that. While he was catching his breath, the smaller stallion dashed at him. Nero braced his body, ready for a hit in the shoulder or the barrel, even the neck. He did not expect what happened next. The X marred stallion ducked, slamming into Nero's knees. The great brute was able to struggle his left one free, but he could feel the right one bend in a direction it wasn't meant too. The grey landed hard and snorted loudly, trying to stifle a cry.
He tried to get up as quickly as he could. He tentatively tested his right leg, luckily it wasn't broken, at least as far as he could tell, but his knee was on fire. It felt as though it had been pulled apart, hot oil poured in, and set back again. The stallion snorted and turned to face his opponent, favoring his injured leg. That was it. No more knocking him around and bruising. He had to land a blow, a hard blow, to even up this match. Nero charged a few steps and reared, reaching to catch his adversaries chest or shoulders with one of his fore hooves. This had to be over. Now.
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