savannauni
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Post by savannauni on Dec 3, 2014 23:46:48 GMT -5
For LeavingNeverland's character Charlie and Savannauni's character Ryan. This is a private rp!
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The bachelor herd snorted and pawed at the ground, chests puffed and rilled up. Ryan tore up the ground with his front door, striking it out and ruining the earth under him. He shook his head and snapped at the air it was as if he had drank an elixir that made him loose his mind in return for strength, Cethin, who he had spared with, had nicked him causing blood to spill and making him turn into a beast. He looked around at the horses, wide eyed and crazed then to Cain and waited for the signal from the leader. The lead stallion looked almost bored with this already, Ryan saw his icy gaze sweeping across the Olde and Ryan decided took a look himself. Then his green eyes noticed a bay stallion across from him. Ryan snapped at the air like a "you're going down" gesture. Ryan's ears pricked towards Cain, then he noticed the slight movement of his head, as if saying "the party is over there boys."
Ryan didn't need anymore incentive as pawed one last time at the ground and dropped his large head, like a bull ready to charge. He bolted off, looking like a flash of tan and black. He ran straight for the horse across from him, that bay with dapples. Ryan, looking like a freight train, and then threw his body at the stallion and snapped his teeth together as he reached for the stallions mane.
'Failure is not an option.' He thought, the phrase echoed off his mind and seemed to bounce on invisible walls, so he heard the phrase over and over making the stallion more intoxicated with war.
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Post by leavingneverland on Dec 7, 2014 3:31:08 GMT -5
Rain pattered against his dappled back, glittering like black glass under the feeble light of the moon. The sky was finally blushing scarlet, heralding the arrival of a bloody morning. Charlie tried to swallow the lump in his throat as he pushed his way past hunched shoulders and tensed bodies seeping steam. He'd just barely won his sparring match, and now they were doing it for real. There was no 'almost' on the battlefield. You didn't barely win, you fought or you died. The thought of it made his throat close up as encouraging words blared out over the battle field. He couldn't make them out. It was like listening to someone speaking in a foreign language; he heard the words clear as day, but not a one of them made sense.
Finally, he squirmed through to the front lines. His eyes swept over the figures standing statue still before him. No, that was incorrect. There was movement everywhere: some of them pranced nervously, some trampled the ground beneath them with warning, some shook out their manes and flared their nostrils. But to Charlie, the world was as unmoving as a painted picture.
His eyes landed on a stallion standing strong before him. The appaloosa towered over him, his coat spattered with scars. The stallion snapped at him, a clear challenge, and one that Charlie did not reciprocate. Instead, he stared back. Apparently, this would be his competitor. He had to stay cool. Keep a firm hold on his sanity. If he let his imagination run away with him -- the stallion was huge! He could easily -- NO, Charlie chastised himself, shoving the thought away carefully and packing it into the back of his mind.
Before he knew it, the stallion was charging at him. Charlie brayed loudly, rearing up, throwing himself up into the air as the stallion charged. He flung his hooves at the opposer's big head, clawing at it, trying to add another scar to his collection as he blocked the big brute from ramming into him -- or at least tried to slow him down, considering there was neither the time nor the space (cramped, sweaty bodies everywhere; muscles pounding; sweat flying) to move.
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savannauni
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Post by savannauni on Dec 8, 2014 22:58:37 GMT -5
Ryan threw his massive head back as soon as he felt the pain from where one of Charlie's hooves hit him. Laying his ears back against his skull Ryan snapped at him as he felt the wound on his neck bleed. Pain bloomed from where he was bleeding but Ryan fought on. The large buckskin Appaloosa stallion glared at Charlie. He knew what his own next move should be. It was the one that made Cethin-the horse he had sparred with- almost pee himself from terror.
Ryan took this moment in time to truly look at his opponent. 'Not much to look at' the stallion thought. The enemy was bigger than Cethin but not as big as Ryan who was known for his height. The one thing that ticked Ryan off the most was the opponents lack of scars. Rage swelled up in Ryan, 'these Olde scum want to invade our land and have the audacity to attack us in our home but not have scars to prove their worth?!' The thought was in between rage and shock.
As soon as the moment came it left and Ryan was in the mood for blood shed, preferably his opponents. Ryan ran at Charlie but before the other stallion could react Ryan grabbed the top of his crest and bit down with all the strength in his jowls he could find. With a quick flick of his head he has moved Charlie an inch or two and now attempted to get the other horses front hooves off the ground, hoping that Charlie would go into shock, but Ryan mostly used this technique on smaller horses usually 16 hh or under so he wasn't truley sure what to expect.
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Post by leavingneverland on Dec 11, 2014 14:39:15 GMT -5
A searing pain exploded in Charlie's neck, tearing him apart like a million daggers as the bigger stallion shook with all his might. For a moment of blind terror, Charlie's front hooves lifted off the ground. All he saw was white and rain as hot lances lashed at him, the buckskin stallion's teeth digging in deeper and deeper. It took him a moment to remember himself, and another to shove the pain aside. Instead of letting his body flounder and fly back, Charlie threw all his weight forward until it was his own strength against his opponent's. He felt flesh tear as teeth ripped through his neck. He shook his head violently, thrashing and throwing his back hooves out in a torrent of blind fury. He let out a trumpeting blast of a battle cry as his hooves connected with something fleshy, every ounce of his considerable strength thrown into them. He glanced back quickly to see if the connection had been to the big buckskin.
His soaked mane hung around him like ancient, groping fingers, clutching themselves around his neck as he threw himself forward into the beast in front of him. Reason and restraint had given way to instinct and anger as the sooty bay hurled himself forward, throwing his gaping jaws at the big stallion's jugular. He could no longer feel the pain in his neck, despite the fact that his fur was matted with a morbid waterfall of blood. All he could feel now was the terror, the anger, the utter hopelessness of every bachelor mare that had died on this soil. He no longer fought for Olde. He fought for the countless, nameless dead. Those poor souls who'd never had a chance, left broken and bleeding on this very land and yet remembered by not a one.
It was all very dramatic in Charlie's crazed mind.
He took a few steps back into open space, the battle spreading out around them now that it had been fed with the fires of self-righteous hatred. From both sides. His chest was heaving and his whole body throbbed painfully, but he felt it all with a detachment that suggested it was someone else's burden to bare. The only one he had eyes for towered ahead of him. |
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savannauni
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Post by savannauni on Dec 13, 2014 2:03:36 GMT -5
Ryan felt blood splatter against his muzzle, even a little in his eyes but he had refused to let go, that was until Charlie had started to fight back in his grip, using his body weight to get Ryan off kilter. The shire mix was forced to drop the Olde herd member as he started to figure out how to ruin his party trick. Ryan tried to reach out and snap at him but felt Charlie's back hood collide with his jaw.
Time seemed to stop for a moment as pain shook him as it traveled up to his brain then down to his hooves, he let out a roar of surprise, and then felt Charlie's other hoof create a scratch in his neck starting from his chest leading up following next to his jugular for about half his neck. Time then continued on and Ryan took a step back and quickly tested his jaw out, relieved that it wasn't broken. He sneered and picked up his front leg and hit his jaw against it, knocking his jaw back into place. Giving his head a little shake his bared teeth turned into a sneer. He was starting to like this Olde scum bag more.
The buckskin stared at the dappled bay, rain started to fall gently, 'how funny, the 'unicorns' seemed to only care a tiny amount for these followers' Ryan thought. Ryan looked at Charlie, the horse looked like something out of a nightmare with the blood and his dark colors. It only shocked Ryan to see him run at him and throw himself like that. Taken back by his bold and brash actions Ryan reared up and somehow his head was thrown up so the other stallion had a clear chance to get his neck, but Ryan was not going to stand for it. He came to far, trained to hard, and swore he'd be of service to Cain.
When Charlie quickly moved away Ryan grinned. "How bold of you." He said as he felt the blood fall, that was the first thing and probably the only thing he would say to Charlie. Ryan was getting tired but could not let his opponent know that. He forced his breathing to return to a normal/ steady pace. Once he gave himself a few seconds of rest he ran at Charlie. This time though he reared up and when Charlie did too he struck his hooves out.
( I don't know if it was possible for Ryan to put his jaw back in place but what ever, lol, and also I hope you don't get mad at the end and about how I added that Charlie reared, I kinda guessed that would be a natural reaction but I don't know for sure ^^; )
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Post by leavingneverland on Dec 13, 2014 4:54:20 GMT -5
(( No worries! I'm happy to play along this time! ))
Before he had time to think, he was rearing, trying to match the other stallion in height. But that was never going to happen.
He didn't have a chance to lash out. Two giant hooves slammed into his chest like wrecking balls, sending him staggering backwards. He barely managed to catch himself before he crumbled into a muddy heap on the ground. But he stood, his breast robin-red as a gaping wound painted it with bright, fresh blood.
His chest heaved. It hurt to breath. He ignored it. Instead he beat his hooves into the ground in blatant challenge. Charlie refused to let pain and common sense drag him under. He could feel them both circling around in his mind, just under the surface, dorsals breached. They threatened to clamp their jaws around him and drag him deep down into a sea of blinding pain and fear. He wouldn't let them.
It seemed as though the beast before him was spurred on by blood. He hardly seemed tired. Charlie, on the other hand, was breathing hard, sides heaving. His form flickered under the steadily brightening sky, bright strands of sunlight dancing over his soaked coat. He let out a fierce huff of air and charged. Sense said not to. Pain said his body couldn't deal with it. He was loosing too much blood. But he suppressed them both.
He threw himself back toward the other stallion, his hooves tearing up the wet grass beneath him, sending chunks of mud flying in every direction. He was furious. He was tired. He wanted this to be over.
His teeth snapped at a foreleg. The bite was fierce, no longer measured and precise. It was meant to tear and cripple, to break tear through muscle and bone. If the brute fell, Charlie would have his chance. He wouldn't fall, Charlie was certain. He was too big and too strong. But if he did, would Charlie take that chance? Would he drive his hooves into the other's unprotected skull?
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savannauni
Bachelor Herd
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Post by savannauni on Dec 13, 2014 11:02:14 GMT -5
Once Ryan's front hooves hit Charlie on the chest he dropped back to the ground, it was like thunder the way his hooves his the ground and caused it to shake underneath him. He wat he'd as his opponent fell into the mud. At this time Ryan became to cockeyed and thought it was over and allowed all the pain to be felt and his chest to heave for fresh air.
Then Ryan heard the slightest sound. A horse letting out a breath and his ears pricked forwword, too late. Sheer terror washed over Ryan. (Yes terror) as he saw Charlie. He felt the pain in his from leg and tried to recoil from it, letting out a painful cry.
His massive butt hit the ground, causing the ground to shake as he felt. He was in total shock for a few seconds, he swore the stallion was right next to his bone and Tyan panicked and did something stupid, dangerous, but possibly helpful. He brought his skull into the other horses skull then felt the pain blossom. If his brain wasn't mush before it had to be now. He was dazed for a few seconds his ears roared, his nose only smelled blood, as if it was blood raining down from the sky, not water, his head hummed from pain and worse of all his vision was seeing doubles. He has felt the Olde horse's grip stop and he attempted to stagger up to his legs, almost slipping from the combination of blood and mud that littered the ground. Once he rose to his feet he staggered a little more but then it all became clear again. He blinked a few times as the doubles turning info singles, the roaring stop, and he could smell a hint of horses.
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