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Post by valiantshadow on Dec 15, 2014 23:01:04 GMT -5
RP between dragonmissy's Levi, ValiantShadow's Grange and X-Firefly's Prophet.
Lightning flashed and thunder rolled ominously as Grange dragged himself through the mud. His muscles ached; he was bleeding from multiple small wounds, and he had overall taken a pounding facing off against the tall Palomino stallion Daemyn. Although he'd won the fight against the Olde horse, he hadn't won by much. And as the rain began to come down in earnest, the mud became thicker, dragging down the small stallion until he could barely move. How much longer will this go on? he wondered, staring up at the sky as rain cascaded down, soaking his coat and washing the blood from his first battle down his legs and sides. Although Grange would have loved to stand there, letting the rain pound against his battered body, another flash of lightning and shocking crack of lightning brought him back to the real world. There were more battles to be fought before this war was done. As Grange shook his head, clearing the rainwater from it, he searched for his next opponent. From across the clearing, he spotted the bright white coat of an Olde horse he didn't recognize. Bingo.
As Grange loped towards the Olde horse, baring his teeth as he crossed the distance between them. His right hip began to sting as he ran; Daemyn had crashed into it with his enormous hoof during their battle, and it was beginning to ache. He hated the idea of fighting another horse, even one as slight as the Olde horse he was charging towards. When the hulking shape of Leviticus appeared out of the corner of his eye, a surge of relief went through him. Followed by a surge of doubt. He and Levi had never gotten along well, except that one time he had lead Levi out of a series of confusing gulches in the Bachelor territory. Slowing up slightly, Grange glanced at Levi, trying to read into his expression. Would they team up against the Olde horse, or would Levi take advantage of the confusion, engaging Grange in a fight with his own herdmate?
(Hope you guys don't mind that I mentioned your characters' positions; I wasn't sure how else to start out.)
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dragonmissy
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Post by dragonmissy on Dec 16, 2014 0:06:19 GMT -5
Leviticus's thick hooves moved through the mud. His feathers sticking to his lower legs with the mud and blood that accumulated from his own body and the mares. He was walking away from the opponent he won the fight with he wasn't sure if she was ok or not nore did he care. This was war and it would be dumb of him to have feelings for the enemies that are trying to encrotch on their land male or female. The rain hit him and the lightning flared. His body beat by the mare and cuts formed on various parts of her body.His muscles sore from the spar and then the fight. He wouldn't mind the stings of the cuts and bruises it felt like he was a bachelor running after mares and fighting for groups against stallions. He was enjoying this he loved fighting,sparing and showing off so war seemed like to be his kind of thing. He trotted through the mud picking up his legs. He had alot of experience with mud.His head up and his eyes forward for the next enemy that he would see. He may be getting a challenge soon and well he liked that.
The cracking of the thunder would be heard over the thunder of his hooves. His blue eyes would look ahead and saw a light colored stallion ahead his perked ears moved back. As he moved he would see another stallion. His nostrils flared at this other that may either be another enemy he would fight two and die trying to win. Though as he picked up the pace he would smell a familar scent and the image of the stallion got clearer. It was Grange he snorted. He too was aiming for this horse. He hasn't been on the best of terms with this stallion they never seemed to get along other then that one time. He was the mare sympathizer and was marish. That is what his views were of him and Apollo. He grunted but thought it was no time to fight his herd member even though he had problems with him.He could fight him and blame his disappearance on the olde herd but he didn't do that. He would bite his lip and deal with it. His face turned towards Grange "i see you made it.... Lets win this for our herd" he would let out a bellowing voice as he spoke to Grange to let him know that he wasn't about to fight him. But go after the Olde herd member ahead. He didn't think Grange belonged but he would fight with the stallion to win. He would kick his feet in to the ground. Sending mud in the air as he barreled his large body ahead towards the adversary. His head high as he was getting ready for a full on assault
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xfirefly
Exile Herd 
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Post by xfirefly on Dec 16, 2014 23:05:27 GMT -5
Raindrops dripped freely from the pearl-white coat of the stallion. He had somehow emerged victorious over the Bachelor, Fionn, with minimal damage. The world around him still whirred with the electricity of ongoing battles and.. something else. Thunder? It was storming... but this wasn't thunder. Lightning popped and Prophet flung his head to the side, quickly focusing on the... two Bachelors. Running straight for him. How. How had he manage to attract both of them? His pale coloration stood out with each flicker of electricity from the clouds, and he cursed under his breath. Prophet knew he couldn't brace himself for the impact of both of them- so he made the split second, perhaps poor, decision to run straight at them. It was a game of chicken.
As they grey closer, Prophet analyzed his options. He could run between the two and risk being sandwiched- though this would surely lead to a tangle of legs -if- they managed to squeeze him before he'd bolted between them. He could then get a decent angle behind them, or he could veer around to the side.
They were almost upon eachother, the world and cries of victory and pain around him seemed to speed up. Prophet was ready- he had to be.
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Post by valiantshadow on Dec 17, 2014 8:32:10 GMT -5
Grange nodded, knowing that his voice would be lost in the din of the storm if he tried to call back to Levi. He was relieved that the large tan stallion was too focused on winning this war to bring up old grudges. In fact, Grange wondered if, after the Bachelors saw how valiantly he'd fought against the Olde stallion Daemyn, (and how viciously he would fight this new enemy) they wouldn't finally consider him an equal. So, perhaps he could have a chance to prove himself, rather than simply entering the war to spite his ex-mate. As he ran, he realized there was no time for contemplating this; the strange white horse had decided to throw himself at the two head on. Ah, so it was going to be that kind of battle. Grinning, Grange began to formulate a plan. If he split off, he could round the horse's side and take a nasty bite out of his rump or hip as he passed. That would turn the white stallion towards Levi, who - Grange was certain - could pummel him quickly and easily. Besides that, Levi had backup, and this poor soul had no one to guard him.
Perhaps, then, there was something looking out for Prophet, or perhaps it was just because the battle field was quickly becoming a pool of mud, but as Grange galloped forward, his hooves slipped on the black muck, sending him skidding and slipping down a small incline. His nose and mouth filled with a foul mixture of mud, blood, and rainwater, which he spit out as he climbed to his feet. Now, his shiny silver coat was covered in the oozing black stuff. At first, he cursed his bad luck. Then, suddenly, an idea hit him. He had done well enough Against Daemyn, because he'd blended in with the background. Now, he WAS the background! Even though he'd slid past Prophet and lost ground on the first move, he had the upper hand now.
Keeping his head low, the mud covered stallion crept back up the hill, spying Levi and Prophet not far ahead. While Levi distracted the white horse, Grange focused on sneaking up behind him. Normally, his hooves would have squelched and slurped in the mud, but the dinning of the rain and sporadic bursts of thunder kept the sound at bay. As he slunk forward, Grange decided to target rearing up behind the enemy horse, which meant crashing his front hooves into Prophet's back, shoulders, or even his skull, if Grange could reach it. Ten yards. Five yards. NOW! With an angry squeal, Grange lifted himself onto his rear hooves, preparing to slam his full weight into Prophet. The only thing that could save the Olde stallion now was his deeply rooted survival instinct. There was still time for him to evade the blow, but only if he moved with haste, and the mud held beneath his hooves.
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dragonmissy
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Post by dragonmissy on Dec 18, 2014 0:17:12 GMT -5
His muscles tightened and untighten as his legs pushed his large body forward. He expected the white horse to run from them. Not many wanted to take on Levi let alone with another stallion running at them. His ears down and his lips started to peel back showing his off white teeth. Galloping towards Prophet with no intimidation showing. He wasn't scared of this horse this game of chicken only fueled his adrenaline and his drive to win and hurt this stallion. He figured this horse too isn't afraid and he will show him that he should be. Seeing Grange run at him as well he figured this horse was in a bit of trouble.
Levi would see Grange bite at the horse's side or rump and he would send his large body into the horse a loud crash of bodies were likely heard. There muscles hitting one another. Levi let out this loud angry bellow. Yeah the body slam if Prophet didn't move hurt but he was on the horse now and that's where he wanted him. He would see Grange disappear and well he didn't think he needed help anyway to win this battle. He would send his large head down at the stallion for a quick and heavy bite if he did he would try and tear some of the flesh away from him. He would kick his knees up into the other stallion to weaken him more.
He suddenly saw Grange? Or he thought as he attacked Prophet from behind. He would try and keeps prophets face and attacks on him seeing that the other stallion was smaller then him and possibly couldn't take too many hits. He was surprised that no one was talking not that he did during battle but he figured one of the two would. He heard was cries of other horses and there fight going down. Hooves clashing and bodies impacting one another. He would try so hard to win this. He wanted to win this for his heard. He wanted others to know Levi wasn't just a stallion but a strong one and not to screw with him. He wanted olde heard to know that they would fight no matter what and win or die trying. His blue eyes reflected the anger and furiousness he had at this stallion. He let out bellowing noises from his chest as they fought.
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xfirefly
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Post by xfirefly on Dec 18, 2014 18:08:54 GMT -5
The squelching, wet sound of Grange sliding past Prophet's swiftly moving body surprised the Exile. Did he just.. did he fall? Prophet didn't have time to look back before the other, larger draft was upon him. The Bachelors seemed very keen on biting, though this was easy enough to avoid as the lightning flashed on their snarling, angry teeth. As Levi's head swung towards him, he lashed out with a foreleg, aiming to hit him right in the mouth. Prophet figured the other Bachelor had found a new opponent, when the sudden, loud squeal echoed from behind him.
He couldn't avoid it- not entirely. However, he knew he couldn't risk taking his eyes off Levi to look back. Prophet swung his hind-end, pivoting on his front hooves slightly, the sopping wet mud beneath them aiding his quick movement, though unsteady. It seemed he'd moved just a split second too late. Hot pain suddenly shot through Prophet's body on one side just behind his hip, forcing a sudden groan from Prophet's throat. Only one of Grange's hooves had struck him, fortunately enough, but the weight of the Bachelor's impact could have been much worse. But it awakened something in the High Guard's psyche. Now he was angry.
Perhaps it was the fact that he'd somehow brought on two of these brutes, or that one of them managed to hit him enough to make it hurt. But if they thought they were just facing some thin-skinned Olde member, they had another thing coming. He was an Exile. A well-trained survivor. Prophet turned suddenly, hurling his mass at Grange with an un-horselike snarl. Prophet aimed to headbutt him in the throat, while sending his hind hooves into the air toward Levi. Prophet had faith in his speed, even in these circumstances.
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Post by valiantshadow on Dec 18, 2014 19:33:45 GMT -5
As Prophet's bony skull crashed into Grange's throat, the air was driven from him. Coughing and gagging, he reared back, trying not to fall a second time. Even for his sure-footedness, it was quickly becoming treacherous to fight in the environment. However, the small, white horse seemed sure of his footing, even as the rain poured down, and thunder cracked overhead. Grange was going to have to use his wits to survive this battle, just as he had done with Greer and Daemyn. It was time to goad the already angry horse into making a rash move.
"Is that the best you can do?" Grange asked, his muzzle twisting into a snarl as he dodged yet another of the horse's onslaught. For a second, he contemplated if provoking the horse was really the best move; Prophet had gotten in some good hits already, and he seemed to be fighting like a madhorse. But, thought Grange, if he could distract the Exile stallion, Levi could recover from the lashing of Prophet's hooves and bring a counterattack on Prophet's rear. He would be trapped between the two Bachelor horses like an animal in a rockslide. Now, if Grange could just get Prophet's attention, and Levi could figure out his plan without being told.
"I've fought foals with more kick than you," Grange said, bolstering in a tough-guy sort of way that was very unlike him. The words felt odd in his mouth, and left a sort of aftertaste, much like the murky sting that the mud he'd swallowed left behind. But he could act convincing, and that was worth the odd feeling, if it meant gaining the upper hand. "I've fought dandelions who could pack more pain in than you," he added, weaving back and forth in front of Prophet, trying to confuse him. With every step, he hoped the ground would hold beneath his hooves. While he and Levi were both able to gang up on Prophet, this blasted storm was giving the Exile horse a fighting chance against them. As rainwater lashed into Grange's eyes, almost blinding him, he wondered how this battle would end. Would the Bachelor pair come out victorious, or would the Exile somehow manage to pull off a miracle defeat? Whatever happens, even if he wins, I won't let him get away easily, Grange vowed, clenching his teeth and steeling himself for the next attack. No, he would not let Prophet win, at least not without giving this battle everything he had.
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Bachelor Herd
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Post by dragonmissy on Dec 19, 2014 2:25:34 GMT -5
Levi swung his head a bit to avoid the kick to the teeth. He got him on the lower jaw muscle opening a cut on his lower cheek. Letting out a bellowing snarl as he was hit. He would not retreat from the stallion. He would continue to be up on the stallion as close as possible. Seeing Prophet spin as Grange hit his hip. He took the body shot of a back kick right to the muscles of his chest he felt that was easier to take then to a leg or a face. He wasn't a new horse on fighting. He was keeping focused as he fought and enjoyed most of them. Feeling the burn and knowing hes gonna feel like hell later he would continue not let up. IF he did he would fail his herd.
He moved forward not that they were at all far from each other. He would even go to the extreme of pushing the stallion hoping he would slip. He wasn't going to give this stallion room to use his stronger kicks. With his body touching he would send his head down at him. Either head butting or able to get a bite on him. He Would take advantage of whatever Grange was doing to distract the horse. Maybe they can win or something it was odd working together he would admit. Levi would quickly rear up sending his big hooves forward going up and coming down. Not caring where he hit the stallion. Landing on him or on the ground but hard. IF the stallion ran he would be on him like flies on a dead animal. He would not let this horse have a break even if he himself needed one. He would keep close The weather was good for one thing. Cooling them down at least for him it did. His blue eyes would not rest on anything but this stallion. His nostrils flared to get more air into his lungs.
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xfirefly
Exile Herd
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Post by xfirefly on Dec 19, 2014 20:20:40 GMT -5
The team of Bachelors seemed very different in their tactics; Grange's taunting and Levi's consistent drive to be on the Exile at all times made it difficult to get in a good, loaded hit. Prophet's lips curled into a smile, though it wasn't a warm smile of happiness or welcome- it was dark, perhaps even malicious. Taunts were nothing new to him- it was a pretty common move. Not all of this herd were as respectable as Fionn had been after all, but this did not come as particularly surprising. Prophet chuckled, a low, gravely sound that rang eerily from his throat as he crow hopped to the side. The ground gave under his hind hooves, causing him to scramble to collect himself quickly. For a second, he composed himself.
"Your provoking needs work." He remarked, seeing Levi's large frame raising into the air as Grange had done earlier. The draft's large hooves were certain to be much worse- but this also allowed Prophet more room for another kick, if he aimed right, perhaps he could knock him over or backwards at least. Being between these two was not the most comfortable place to be, but Prophet refused to run. Taking another small leap toward Grange, lashing out again with his hard skull, he took what time was left before Levi's hooves were upon him to fire an explosive kick. The Bachelor's weight came down on his hind-end, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the weight behind sharp hooves would have been. He grimaced inwardly, for just a moment as if still trying to brace himself on his stiffened forelegs. Prophet slid forward, hooves digging deep into the sludge as it crawled up to his ankles. With a loud squelch, his legs pulled free, slinging mud into the air.
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Post by valiantshadow on Dec 19, 2014 23:07:04 GMT -5
This tack apparently wasn't working; Prophet seemed unfazed by Grange's crude attempts to goad him. He was too calm and collected to be gotten at this way. So, Grange decided, he would do his talking with his teeth and hooves from now on. With Levi crowding the horse from behind, it seemed that it would be easy to give this Exile stallion a good licking and send him on his way.
"So does your fighting," the stallion retorted, as he suddenly lunged away from Prophet, feeling the other stallion's skull crack against his shoulder. The blow hurt, but not as much as it would have had it been a full-on collision.
Suddenly, Prophet lashed out at Levi, giving Grange an in. With an angry stallion squeal, the champagne horse lunged forward, aiming a vicious bite at Prophet's neck. Even though he wasn't in a good enough position to manage to grab hold of the other stallion's jugular (which would conceivably have won the battle, as Prophet would have had to back down or die as Grange's teeth sunk in), Grange knew the bite would be painful if it landed. A flash of lightning and another clap of thunder startled the stallion, causing him to lose his grip prematurely. Curse this storm! It was making this battle difficult for both sides. Regrouping, Grange aimed another attack, this time with his forelegs, as Prophet reared up, flinging mud into the air.
I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up, Grange thought, as he pummeled the air, trying to land blows on Prophet's head and shoulders. Most missed, due to the rain and lightning flashes blinding him, and the thick mud that held him back, making it nearly impossible to move with his usual speed. Shaking his head to clear his eyes of mud and blood, Grange gritted his teeth, gathering all of his strength for another attack. I swear, I'm doing everything I can to win, he thought, as his breath struggled into his lungs in a series of short gasps. But I don't know if I'm going to win this battle. Please, if anyone...anything is out there, let me win. The Bachelors have so much chaos already; they can't handle losing this war. I can't see this herd broken down.
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Post by dragonmissy on Dec 20, 2014 23:51:56 GMT -5
The kick that Prophet sent him hit his underside there was no way to avoid that he was too close. THwap was the sound the hoof made to him and he could feel the sharp pain. Roaring in a nay like fashion and land.He wasn't sure if he would have a bruised area or broken bone but he was full of adrenaline and he wasn't about to roll over for this olde horse. He was pushed back from the kick and slid a bit to get footing.He got his footing better.His lips snarled as he wanted to see this horse weaker and crawling.
Snorting loud over Prophet seeing Grange attack Prophet. Grange was getting bolder in his moves well he hasn't seen or been around Grange for a while. So this Grange he hadn't seen before. Though it's hard for him to admit that he needed the stallion around. He was to proud to say that even if it was true that he probably needed help in this. Levi would swing his back side towards Prophet sending his rump to hit or touch Prophet and send heavy back kicks to the stallion. Keeping close to make sure they count. With grange on one side him on another he wasn't sure how much longer the olde stallion could take. Hell they all been in two fights and there stamina probably getting low at this point. Levi didn't want to give up his will power was strong and he was stubborn.He wanted to win or at least the bachelor herd to. His heart was in it and finally some thing he can fight for. He couldn't fight for the mares most of them didn't want anything to do with him. He wanted to keep this land his heard together. They maybe Chaotic but he didnt think so. He liked what he did and well he enjoyed fighting. This fight wouldn't be different. THis fight was challenging and he loved it. Yeah he was getting injured but thats what makes stallions and bachelors. Pain, challenges and winning. The thrill of it all was what he loved. He will worry about his wounds later but right now he would fight hard and for his herd. Even to help out Grange the stallion he didnt care for. HIs kicks strong and heavy. He wasn't sure what Granve was about to do.
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xfirefly
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Post by xfirefly on Dec 21, 2014 1:02:46 GMT -5
Lightning illuminated Grange's flying hooves coming right for him, mud and rain left in their path through the air as he felt his kick connect to Levi with a satisfying pop. Prophet tucked in his head, taking the hits that were landed to the back portion of his neck and protecting his skull. The champagne Bachelor's blows left muddy tattoos on his pale coat. Each impact pounded the pain deeper into his muscle, momentarily stunning the Exile stallion as anger again began to quell in his heart. 'keep your head..' Prophet breathed, jerking out of the path of Grange's hooves. At least Levi was momentarily slid away from him to allow Prophet a breath, a second to analyze his current situation. Everybody was firing off good hits- his disadvantage was clear... But a cornered animal is the most dangerous kind.
Prophet fired his mass toward Grange as he was in the air- the plan wasn't to simply bowl him over, no, because if he didn't succeed, Grange could get ahold of him. He was aiming to slip around him halfway and throw his own weight into the earth-covered stallion. This could give Levi a chance to recover, even if he'd cracked or broken a bone, it wouldn't matter much until the fight was already over, it seemed. The adrenaline would override the pain... But this would allow for Levi to injure himself further, if he wasn't careful. A loud clap of thunder echoed through the fields, accompanied with a flash of lightning that illuminated all the violence and death that had spread across it. How many Exiles had fallen... Not even for their own cause? Nothing they believed in? Prophet snarled, the world coming back to motion as his body approached it's target.
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Post by valiantshadow on Dec 21, 2014 7:26:13 GMT -5
(Okay guys, your next post is your last post! Just leave it open-ended, like the other posts have been, so the admins can decide who "wins".  This was an awesome RP; too bad it couldn't go on longer!) Grange realized, a bit too late, that trapping Prophet between them had only enraged the white stallion further. Cursing, he tried to backpedal, which was unsuccessful because of the blasted mud. As Prophet regrouped, Grange kept trying to dodge and weave around him, distracting the Exile stallion while Levi gathered his strength for another attack. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Levi watching him fight; it had been a long time since Grange and Levi had met. One war, one cheating mate, and one bastard foal ago, to be precise. Grange was channeling all of his anger and hatred for those causes into this fight. With his newly earned skills (learned during his practice bouts), he was a different kind of fighter. He thought that it was ironic that his feelings against this war were being channeled to fight it. But, he decided, anything was better than dying for no reason at all. He would have been forced to fight either way, so he might as well do the best he could. Suddenly, Grange was lurched out of his thoughts, as Prophet's weight crashed into his side. With the thick mud and torrents of rain coming down, Grange slipped easily, falling to his knees. If I can't get up....this is it! The thought flashed into his mind even as he scrambled to his feet, wincing. The strained hip he'd earned fighting the Olde stallion couldn't handle this beating, and it sent a shot of fire up and down his leg. Keep going! he yelled at himself, as he circled back around to face Prophet. He knew that he couldn't keep up this kind of fighting for much longer; even with Levi by his side to distract the Exile. This strange stallion fought like a devil. With an angry squeal, Grange gathered himself, collecting all the shreds of energy he had left, hurling himself forward at Prophet, aiming to knock the horse off balance by crashing into his shoulder. He wasn't sure if he had the strength to reach Prophet, or if he did the ability to change his balance, but he had to try. As he hurled himself forward, Grange hoped that this plan would work. He had no idea how long this battle would last if he didn't. And, while he had no intentions of falling under the Exile's hooves, there was always a chance that this battle could be his last. While he was in the air, Grange did something he never did. He prayed, reaching out to any deity that could hear him. Please, whatever happens - whether I win or lose - don't let me die here. I don't want to die here. And then the moment for prayer was over, and the moment for action came. |
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Post by dragonmissy on Dec 23, 2014 3:43:05 GMT -5
Levi mane flopped over an eye as he was bucking back feeling hits but as Prophet moved he would over kick. Stumbling face first into the ground and the mud. He would get up and recover though it was too late to help Grange from getting attacked. He got up onto his hooves. 'good one Levi over shoot and take a face into the ground. Rookie' he would grunt to himself. He knew or thought Grange wasn't a fighting stallion and this wasn't his kind of thing. He though thought Grange was doing quiet well against this stallion. Hooves sinking into the mud he would kick up his hooves and trudge forward.Giving a loud snarl like rumble in his throat as he would race forward. His muscles burned but he couldn't rest.
Seeing them go at it Levi would move to the other side of Prophet preventing him from moving to far to fast. He sent his head flying to the side hitting or attempt to his the point of his head with Prophets body doing a body shot. Then pick his head up fast to send it down attempt to bite the white stallion to see blood or mark him up bad. He would try and tear into his skin wound him more. He knew they all can't last too much longer. They all were giving it there all or assumed so. He would have to make his hits count more then ever. He was a bachelor this is what they lived for what they trained for. He kept on the stallion to not give him a break. He thought what a good way to go out though fighting for what they believed in what they lived for. Would he be known as one of the hero or would he be known as that arrogant stallion that picked fights. He would hope in a good light. He wanted to win this thing he wanted it so badly for himself and for the herd. His blue eyes were fierce and determined. He couldn't fail his heard no he couldn't they were depending on him and he didn't want to let them down he wouldn't let them down. He clenched his teeth hard and he threw himself up in a rear.Sending out a loud aggressive Nay his large hooves would kick down onto the stallion below. In his heart he needed to win.
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xfirefly
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Post by xfirefly on Dec 23, 2014 14:53:19 GMT -5
Prophet's world turned a blinding white for a moment as his body collided with Grange, before skirting around the champagne. He was on his knees for just a moment, not long enough for Prophet to do anything further before help in the form of Levi was upon him yet again. The stallion was struggling to get off the ground, and could have probably easily been taken out at that moment- but Prophet's hesitation for just that second gave Levi the chance to intervene. His large, hard skull sent Prophet to the side a few steps, before another, unforeseen blow was landed to his shoulder. Pain seared down his foreleg, burning the muscle in that side of his chest. He hadn't noticed that his hind-end was on the ground until the initial shock had subsided to throbbing and the draft was coming at him again.
"Back off.." He grumbled, perhaps to no one, or maybe the ground. Prophet was focusing, as if trying to absorb the pain and heat in his chest and turn it into firey, undiluted rage. "Back off!" This time, it was a roar that ripped through his throat and echoed in his skull, accented by a boom of thunder. Prophet forced himself to lurch forward, each time the injured foreleg straightened and made contact with the ground it sent fire spiraling painfully to his withers. Whether or not he hit anything, he didn't seem to notice. Prophet was on his four now- and the fact that he was alive and made it to here was a blessing in itself. He didn't want to die here. Not for Olde, or their King who could care less about the Exile's own sacrifice. If he was going to die- he was going to die for his family. But not here. He promised his young son he would return. The world blurred as his velocity approached.
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This was an awesome RP; too bad it couldn't go on longer!)