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Post by gingergoddess on Dec 17, 2014 18:08:50 GMT -5
Good for nothing, stuck up, cowardly son of a brood...Ghost snorted angrily as he violently lashed out at the icy prison that surrounded him. The coward hadn't even had the nerve to end him, what kind of a leader could he be? Ghost landed another solid kick against the glass like wall, smiling darkly as he heard a satisfying crack. Once I get out of here....I will end you, your "Majesty"! The thoughts of the mad king fed the fire growing within him, anger and rage rising to the surface, fueling his actions. He struck the wall one last time, watching it shatter around him under his strength.
Lightning flashed in the distance as Ghost barreled out of the once icy cell, rain stinging his eyes as it poured from the sky. Blinking furiously in an attempt to see what was around him, he noticed a lone figure, just standing not too far away. Vasska. It had to be. He was the only horse Ghost imagined would stand idly by while others put their lives on the line for this ridiculous war. Rearing up wildly, he charged forward as a bloodcurdling whinny escaped his maw. "You won't escape this time! One of us will not leave this battlefield alive, you coward!" He shouted angrily as he approached the dark figure. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. He wouldn't let the king run off again.
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Post by katha88 on Dec 18, 2014 2:59:07 GMT -5
He had let him escape... there wasn't a fight, he just bargained himself out of it, threatening his love. He had found out... HOW? Arturo stood helpless in the blackness of the coming dawn, a strong breeze drummed the rain on his body. He had remembered their encounter 18 years ago and he had found out that he cared for Obscuras wellbeing and used it against him. "This brown mare... she is yours, isn't she? How will you make sure she stays away from harm? That none of my Bachelors will kill her? I could make them you know... If you step back from the fighting, I might consider to stay away from her." And so Arturo did, he stepped away from the fight and let Cain go. The snake, he had wiggled free of him.
A fire was burning inside Arturo, regret, concern, fury. All those feelings mixed inside him, starting to boil, he had to unleash it, he had to keep fighting! If he could help destroying the Bachelors, Obscura would be safe. They had been foolish to come to the Bachelors lands, invading their lands to fight them. Injured horses lay on the ground, screaming and bleeding, he spotted several Olde knights who hadn't made it, they were loosing the fight! Where was Vasska? Was he still living? A bright flash shrug through the sky, Arturo could feel the electricity in the air, followed by a loud booming sound. He spotted Charlie. Two Horses attacked him, pounding their hooves down on his fellow herd mate, he had to go and help him!
Arturo hadn't noticed Ghost first, but when he heard his furious cry, he spun around. COWARD, was the last he heard, as the large figure approached him. Coward?? He was no coward! Arturo shook his head in fury, baring his teeth towards the approaching monster, rage and bloodlust filled the space in between them, they were ready to kill. Arturo moved all his weight on his hind legs, as the Bachelor stallion smacked right into him. This was his style to fight, finally he had an opponent that matched his skill. His hind hooves dug deep into the mud, as he wrestled against the stallions weight and drive. Arturo opened his jaw wide and crashed his teeth into the shoulder of his opponent, biting down on the flesh that lay between his teeth. His legs paddled against the legs of the Bachelor and his tail swished around like a whip. He knew that the larger and heavier stallion was easily capable of killing him, he had felt it with the first hit, it might be his last fight.
Another flash cracked through the air and lit up the area, he got a glimpse of his opponent's grey and white coat, the massive scars on his body. The hate and rage in both horses added to the electricity made the atmosphere boiling.
WC: 487
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Post by gingergoddess on Dec 19, 2014 8:51:58 GMT -5
Ghost hit the opposing horse like a ton of bricks. Throwing all his weight into his attack, the spotted stallion smiled menacingly as he felt the the rival horse slide back slightly, even as he dug his hooves deep into the mud. A flash of lightning in the distance illuminated the bloody field for a brief moment, allowing the silver elite to get a solid look at his rival's sooty coat. It wasn't Vasska...How could it not be Vasska? Looking around in frantic rage for the mad king, Ghost took note of the war as it raged around him. The bodies of wounded and dying horses lay strewn about, waiting to be saved by those who had chosen to aid the injured rather than fight. Stallions locked in combat with with one another, attempting to tear each other to shreds. Bachelors fighting to protect what was rightfully theirs while Olde herd members sought to obey the insane command of their king....
The spotted stallion snorted angrily as pain shot through his shoulder, forcing his thoughts back to the present. The Olde leader was no longer his problem...at least not for the time being. As his opponent's hooves thrashed against his own meaty legs, Ghost winced, snaking his head around in an attempt to latch on to Arturo's fleshy muzzle. He'd get the stallion to let go one way or another. Adrenaline pumping through his veins and feeding the fire growing within him, the spotted elite lashed out at Arturo's face and neck with his massive, mud-covered hooves. Blood oozed from fresh wounds on his back from his most recent fight, mingling with the rain water pouring down from the sky as he locked eyes with the opposing horse. He would end this. He had to end this... even if it was the last thing he did.
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Post by katha88 on Dec 23, 2014 15:40:48 GMT -5
Arturo pulled away quickly, as the Bachelor stallion snapped at his jaw but still kept wrestling against the pushing weight of the massive draft mix. He felt that the horse he was battling against had more experience and strength then him, he simply shoved Arturo through the mud, his hind legs barely able to stand the force, slipping under the pressure in the slick mud. Right before Arturo tried to snap back at his opponent, the stallion lashed out against Arturo and his hooves slammed right into Arturo's face. They crashed right on his cheek bone and the skin cracked open immediately, blood seeping out of the wound slowly, he didn't even notice the blood, just a shock of pain burst through his face. A shudder went over his spine, icy cold. He wouldn't back down, even if this horse was stronger than him. Arturo snorted, blowing out little mist clouds out of his nostrils, he would fight back, he was way too proud to back down to safe his hide.
As another flash burst through the clouds, Arturo reared up furiously. He opened his jaw widely, blood covered his teeth from his earlier attack, like a fury he came towards Ghost. He aimed for his opponent's head, he didn't care where he would hit him, he just wanted to bite down somewhere. If he wanted to keep Obscura safe and to safe his friends from being pulled into pieces, he had to give everything. Now, here on the battlefield against the Bachelors of the East Isle, a land that once belonged to their realm.
WC: 265
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Post by gingergoddess on Jan 1, 2015 21:15:38 GMT -5
Ghost winced as a heavy hoof tore into his left eye. The searing pain made it difficult to concentrate as the warm blood spilled down his face. The stallion was thankful he was already blind in that eye,but it certainly didn't excuse the act. Looking up at the sky, he pulled himself free of his opponent, anger surging through his veins. In that moment, he felt more powerful than he ever had before. Closing his eyes, he willed himself to disappear, knowing full well that it was a long shot. He had never been able to become invisible during the day before, but if ever there was a time he needed to, that time was now. The sooty stallion was a strong, fierce opponent, and though Ghost had his strength, this younger stallion seemed to have much more stamina.
Ghost stood quietly as the war raged on, bracing himself for the impact of the other stallion; but to his surprise, it never came. Slowly opening his eyes, he realized his gift had once again pulled through. The witch had been right when she said his invisibility could be powerful, even if he hadn't believed her then, the old stallion certainly believed it now. Maybe this would give him the edge he so desperately needed. After taking a moment to catch his breath, the appaloosa charged toward the buckskin once more, hoping to knock him over and exploit his weaknesses.
[OOC: Omg I just saw this today! I hadn't realized you'd responded XD]
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Post by katha88 on Jan 4, 2015 4:53:44 GMT -5
(OOC: Oh no! But thankfully you saw it today  I would gladly finish this (especially once we know the outcome!))
Satisfied, Arturo shook his head and pounded his hooves on the ground as he saw the Bachelor stallion wince in pain. He had struck him well, right into his face, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Though his gift allowed him, that the small cut already closed up and the bleeding had stopped, he would never carry a scar from such wounds anymore and so the pain vanished slightly as well. "You Bachelors think of yourself as battling monsters, superior to all the herds around you, but your are just barbaric...." As Arturo screamed at the Bachelor who was boiling of fury and strength in front of him, he simply ... disappeared!
He pinned his ears at his scull, irritated he looked around, where has he gone? Would this one just ditch him like the Bachelor King? Arturo tried to make out a movement, did he become invisible? Panic shot through his body, he felt unprotected, unaware out in the open. Frantic he looked around, his eyes scanning the area, as he heard a rumbling closing up to him it had been too late. Something crashed into him, with a smacking sound he felt his legs slipping on the mud, his body simply getting knocked over by the sheer force. He hadn't been prepared and Ghost had hit him right into the side, his hooves had slipped away and his body crashed unbreaked into the mud. Dirt covered his head, pain throbbed in both of his shoulders and his right front leg felt numb, as he lay in the slick mud, his legs scrambled for hold to get up. The slipped and panic shot through him once again, it must have been the Bachelor who hit him and were was he now? If he couldn't get up, he might strike a final blow on him. He forced himself to breath slow, sorting his legs and suddenly he found grip and pushed himself up. His front leg still felt numb and as he tried to step on it, he felt that something had been damaged, a ripped tendon or just sprained, but he couldn't use it to a full extend. He shook his head to get rid of the dirt on his eyes, again he tried to figure out were the other horse would be, he had to listen carefully and to watch his surroundings thoroughly. The rain was only slightly dropping from the sky as another flash illuminated the area. He saw it, for a brief moment he saw a faint shadow, some droplets of water jumping off a surface. It had been faint and barely visible and not enough to get away or to hit a blow, but Arturo would at least try. He charged at the spot he had made out something, wide open jaw he raced or rather limped towards the invisibility, into nothing and probably would hit.... nothing.
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I would gladly finish this (especially once we know the outcome!))