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Post by leavingneverland on Jun 22, 2015 4:17:07 GMT -5
NEW POSTING RULES IN PLAY
Because this thread has a high number of participants,
the posting order has been obliterated. Instead, a new system
is being put into play. The new rules are as follows:
• You may post after every four responses. These must include posts from
2 Olde members, and 2 Bachelors. If there are responses from 3 Bachelors
and 1 Olde, you may not post. You need that second Olde!
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Post by leavingneverland on Jun 22, 2015 5:07:03 GMT -5
Charlie
Charlie fought the incredible urge to smack Marianela across the head. OF BLOODY COURSE he'd been right! But this was neither the time nor the place, not with Bachelors seemingly seeping out of the cracks in the canyon walls. He'd gotten them to better ground, flatter, wider, where they perhaps stood some semblance of a chance against these sorry excuses for equines. His frantic thoughts ran back to Vasska; how could he send them, FIVE OF THEM, to take down the entire herd? And dammit, one of them was Mari! How did Vasska even think that was a wise choice?! Charlie let out a huff of irritated air as a group of large, brawny Bachelor stallions closed in on them. He wasn't worried about his group. They'd fight. They were strong. Well... all but one. "What's happening, Mari, is that we're up a creek and we can't swim. There's no way out. We can't leave. We can fight, so stand your ground, and we'll be home munching on daisies and dreams before you know it," Charlie told her.
And then the stalemate broke. Horses lunged, stallions were flying everywhere. A large, snow-white figure threw itself at Salvato, and Charlie saw his big friend poised to strike back. Snow was flying, flurries out of the sky as well as dust kicked up by rampaging hooves. Charlie charged. He lashed out at the closest figure, fighting back nightmare flashes of the war whose scars he still sported like some sort of gruesome coat. He threw his hooves out at a flash of colour. Damn this stupid snow. |
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Post by ponybones on Jun 23, 2015 15:43:33 GMT -5
Chaos suddenly erupted around him, the Bachelors each finding a target for their hatred and their determination. Cain had a preference for standing on the sidelines and figuring out the best strategy for managing the situation, barking orders. In such close quarters, however, there was no option for not fighting himself, and due to his gift, his blood was boiling as the others' was, he felt the desire for revenge. The others' flowing emotions assisted in distracting him from the throbbing pain in his knee as well, a wound that would likely never truly heal. He galloped in, before dropping his thin haunches with a slide, spraying mud and snow as he whipped his snake-like neck around and snapped at one of the horses passing him, a draft stallion with sooty shoulders. He felt the air flash past him as one of the Olde stallion's hooves scarcely missed him, and hissed as the second one did, connecting with his hip and slicing the pale flesh there with a spray of blood and fur. Cain's eyes narrowed in irritation as he continued leaching the emotions that swirled around, passing by the fear and the confusion, connecting with the will to survive, and the will to destroy.
One of Olde's mares was a determined thing, throwing herself into the fray without a fear passing through her head it seemed, but the other...was bewildered and seemingly dull. Unbidden, a pang of guilt struck him before he pushed it away. A full grown mare with a childs' mind was not meant to be out here. He had no qualms about mares going to war, they could hold their own well enough, but children or those with no understanding of what they were getting into...Cain shook his head as he recollected himself. If Olde found this to be appropriate, then that was how the game would be played. There was no fighting fair when it came to defending his herd, and himself. However, it would not be him to take the confused creature down. Instead Cain turned back to the sooty stallion and dove at him, small hooves flashing like daggers, his teeth bared.
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Post by duckgirl34 on Jun 23, 2015 16:02:14 GMT -5
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The Nokota stallion had been lacking the the element of quickness, his attention had been captured by another movement farther away, rather than the horses below them, so unlike his Bachelor herd mates, the blue roan didn't go charging in like mad. His head snapped back in the general direction of the fray when Brutus' bellow reached his ears, and without much further ado, his legs moved, almost as if on there own. He paused however, when the big Clydesdale stallion did, and looked at the bigger male questioningly, "I'm surprised you haven't launched yourself in there yet...." He muttered, turning his attention back to the writhing mass of bodies.
It had been a while since Rambo had been actively involved in a fight, and he didn't know whether or not he remembered how to attack another. Plus, this fight was unfair in every way. There was little to nothing that irked Rambo more than an unfair fight. Three mares and two stallions. This would be a cakewalk, especially considering one of the mares seemed to be a little off her rocker. The Noko stallion tilted his head to the side, and stared in aw as she seemed to be spinning in circles, "That mare is bloody nuts...." He murmured, eyes following the Olde as they seemed to loose sight of what was going on.
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aashleyb
Olde Herd 
At least we made it out alive. (Blood of the Bachelors CP.2)
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Post by aashleyb on Jun 25, 2015 1:28:07 GMT -5
Salvato
............ ...however, instead of being met by a set of hooves, or a mouth-full of teeth in his side, another body rushed between them; their coats brushed each other as Savy continued his pivot to face the light speckled challenger. Marianela quickly stopped at his side, attempting to drag his eyes from his opponent; but Savy's gaze on the stallion's face hadn't faltered. The mark of the Bachelor before him stuck out like a pool of blood in the snow against this horse's coat. Savy thought he felt a muzzle shove against him, distracting him only enough to catch a hint of fear in the earnest voice whispering through his earlobe. The time of retreat had long past, and the eyes of these horses confirmed it. It'd been only a fraction of a second since he'd turned to face the agitated mass before him, skipping backwards a few steps as he did so in hopes he'd placed a little more reaction room between the two.
Two seconds; Savy quickly noted that this horse was much frailer than him in stature...I could cripple him if I'm not careful.... He shook the burdensome analogy from his thoughts just as the sound of an angry whinny roared through the canyon's walls with a sinister echo. Simultaneously, he felt a warm body shuffling closer against him, but his eyes remained focused on the ghostly presence before him; consequently, instead of instinctively dismissing the distractions all-together, a sudden break of pressure from all angles cracked through him in every direction.
Three seconds; the space he'd gained between him and his rival was rapidly shrinking, the coupled outward occurrences, combined with the sounds of fighting before and behind him, sparked flashes of a series of scenes in the front of his brain: the piercing blue eyes that screamed for his blood transformed into the eyes of the boulder of a horse that came bursting through their escape route, which finally molded into a vision of his allies bleeding, broken, and dying while the pack of hyenas circled them with wicked laughter.
3 1/2 seconds; "Don't follow me!" he spat at Marianela behind him whilst leaping forward on a whim, jumping to the right side of the bachelor (@Ishmael) and heavily throwing his weight to the left in an attempt to knock him off his feet in the process. Whether it worked or not, he didn't stop and turn to find out; instead, he quickly corrected his foothold as they reconnected with the slightly slick ground below, lengthened his stride, and picked up speed along the side of the canyon. His ears didn't distinguish between his hooves making contact with the ground and the sound of the others' doing the same; he had all concentration focused on his sudden plan, and he'd deal with the next step when it came. He quickly closed the space between himself and the largest brute (@Brutus) of the group, rounding about the cliff-face and bounding toward his back-side. Head lowered and teeth bared, Savy charged in the narrow space between the draft horse's rear and the foliage protruding from the exit he'd stationed himself in front of. Opening his jaws, he attempted to deal some sort of damage between the gaskin and the point of the hock without slowing a beat....
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Total WG Earned: +5
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mythicalprancer
Loner Faction 
Almost done with uni! Going to begin replying to RPs waaaayy more frequently ;)
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Post by mythicalprancer on Jun 25, 2015 5:16:36 GMT -5
A frantic flurry of voices and bodies clashing sounded in the air arround him. His crimson eyes darting around the battlefield as his hooves carried him over the snow ridden ground at top speed. With the commanding stallion telling his Olde comrades to flee, Ryuko threw himself forward in an attempt to herd the small group from sprinting in any direction that would let them get away. Luckily, they had only cornered themself deeper into the canyon. He skidded to a halt, trained muscles tensing as he surveyed the scene for a possible target. Lars had chosen the black and white heavy set stallion, Cain was in a fray with several until focusing on a stallion with sooty complexion, Brutus seemed to be charging aswell, whereas Rambo had halted in his tracks and Ryuko spotted Ishmael picking a target in the dark Knight. Then, who was left, and who needed assisstance? Two mares were left... Are you kidding me? Ryuko cursed under his breath at the idea. They would surely be captured by the end of this, and only one seemed at all capable or willing to fight. Fighting a female seemed so degrading at this point that Ryuko opted for helping his injured leader. With another burst of energy, the firey red athlete charged towards the sooty friesan build (@charlie) aiming to distract him with a low and loud warning whinny so that Cain could throw another blow his way.
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Post by leavingneverland on Jun 25, 2015 13:51:02 GMT -5
Charlie could hear the sounds of war in all directions, saw bodies clawing and tearing at each other, stallion against stallion. A small part of him noticed that they hadn't engaged the mares, but he was busy with too many other sharp hooves and flashing teeth to figure out how to use that to his advantage. He couldn't believe the Bachelors would be so blind sided as to leave two of a group of five practically unguarded.
The blonde stallion bashed at him, and he sucked in a deep, pained breath as the hoof made contact, tearing a new wound into his shoulder. Focus! he yelled at himself, throwing his own hooves out in return, snapping at that pale, shapely neck with his teeth. He kicked outward, forward, trying to drive the stallion back. This was ridiculous. He could've sworn he'd just finished doing this -- war was all the same in the end, after all. A loud trumpeting whinny bounced off the rock walls, and Charlie gritted his teeth against it. His instinct told him to look back, but stupidly or not, he didn't. He kept his focus on the pale stallion; and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a reddish coat streaking toward him. The last time that had happened, he'd wound up in a heap on the ground, blooded and battered and at a severe disadvantage. Nope. Not again. Grudgingly, he tore away from the pale stallion, lurching aside before the charge could hit home.
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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Jun 25, 2015 14:41:26 GMT -5
Lars|Infantry
As Lars made eye contact with the large black stallion that was bracing himself for defense until their eye contact was broken due to another that dashed between his line of sight. "tch, little old runt getting in my way of having my fun." He grumbled as he changed his target to a smaller light coated Knight (@ Azriel). The male seemed like a rookie just coming into his new rank, oh how Lars wanted to teach the older stallion a lesson as to who was much stronger. The white stallion wanted to feel what it was like fighting a real Knight.
In one swift movement the large stallion inhaled a chunk of air into his lungs and bellowed out a loud mechanical laugh as he charged at the one who dared to bit against him head on. "Show me what you got, rookie!" He shouted with a wicked grin.
His large size gave him a bit of an advantage even if he wasn't a draft, he could easily try to overpower or block others if needed be. As he was galloping towards his enemy Lars suddenly stopped sending snow and debris into the air trying to blind the shorter male temporarily, before turning to his side in hopes of nipping at males front legs.
The surrounding was in chaos now as the battle was just beginning, to his side Brutus seemed to have use his large mass to block the Olde from escaping while their leader Cain was into the fray seemingly choosing his target with the sooty friesan build while Ryuko was trying to contemplate which target was he gonna go after. As for the mares one was so eager while the other had not a care in the world.
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Post by thepaisley on Jun 25, 2015 22:15:41 GMT -5
Tala About to look around to find a target, Tala stopped and looked around, checking how the rest of the patrol was faring. Savy was engaged with two stallions, and Charlie and Azriel had one each. There were more Bachelors than Oldes, leaving some Bachelors standing confusedly in the middle and some Oldes with two opponents to worry about. Even with the extra amount of Bachelors, Tala and Mari were still left inexplicably, completely alone in the midst of the fray. Typical Bachelor arrogance, leaving mares in the dust, thinking that they wouldn't be able to fight. Leaving me without a partner to dance with? the mare thought with an amused smile. How rude. I suppose I'll have to find one myself.And she did. Scouting around to figure out which of her companions seemed to be the worst besieged, the mage turned around in a circle slowly. Savy seemed to be under some fire from the huge prehistoric-looking brute and the smaller creamy one, but her eye was caught by a streak of what looked like flame (@ryuko) in the corner of her vision. Her target locked in her eyesight, Talaara barrelled behind him, reaching out her head in an attempt to bite at his belly. (OOC: I'm sorry, but when I read Ryuko's monologue I just had to xD) Wordcount: 220 |
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Post by rrath on Jun 27, 2015 16:45:49 GMT -5
Azriel
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Visible from afar, it seemed as though the stallion had a look of cruelty in his eyes. It was probably just him putting it there – but it send a chill down his spine. Everything about these enemy horses irked him too the bone. Their morals were about as dirty as a tar pit, and the way they treated horses below them – they were nothing more than possessions. Only anyone who was insane would follow that. So maybe the look was simply one fabricated in by his mind – one that he placed onto every enemy stallion here, but to him, it felt nothing but appropriate.
The insults from the stallion didn’t do anything but furrow his brows a slight bit and make him raise his head. Pitiful insults from pitiful horses. He was tempted to throw some back at him, but he didn’t want to waste precious breath on a rat.
His body tensed naturally when Lars came charging at him, lowering his stance to give himself more stability, he prepared for contact on contact. But everything happened too quickly.
It wasn’t the lack of impact, the stallion stopping, or the sudden darkness that phased him – the immediate shock from the freezing snow all over his body did the trick. There was no way he could avoid the teeth upon his front legs – although, it took a few seconds for him to even register the feeling through the screaming white of the snow. When everything started to come back to his mind, trying to open his eyes only sent a bright, horrible pain to his skull. It combined with the Stallion’s attack made it hard to even concentrate. But if he was biting his front legs…it meant his head was probably somewhere lower. With that thought, he let his body collapse forward – if he was lucky, maybe he’d be able to pin him dow- (@lars). Right before his body gave way, he felt a pair of hooves bash against him, knocking him off balance and the air from his lungs. - - - -
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Post by BrindleTail on Jun 27, 2015 16:52:51 GMT -5
BRUTUS
Like a hawk the giant draft stood resolute at the entrance, waiting for that moment that the enemy ran squealing like swine in retreat. As his heartbeats ticked by, he was introduced to the fact that that moment may not come. Overwhelmed with agitation, Rambo stepped in at just the right moment that Brutus even gave him a dutiful nod moments before he felt teeth clamp on his back leg, a roar of anger erupting from him loud enough to rattle the walls. His massive sledgehammer head swung around in an attempt to headbutt his attacker (@salvato) loose and leave Rambo to deal with him.
Ha. Coward. He was certain it would have been one of the mares to charge the entrance first. Yes, yes, no one was going for the mares. Must he always do the dirty work? There were two, it appeared, one left defenseless like a lamb in a lion's den (@marianela), the other, attacking like a little ankle biter dog (@tala). He would deal with her first. Then the other.
His crimson comrade seemed to have enough on his plate, as he and the King tried to take down what appeared to be the leader of this Olde parade. Not that he was agile before, but blood oozing from his gaskin, he bore down upon the dark mare, his rippled neck striking forward to try and clamp his teeth on the crest of her neck and hold on, a rottweiler killing a rat.
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mythicalprancer
Loner Faction
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Post by mythicalprancer on Jun 28, 2015 14:16:31 GMT -5
Just as he saw the dappled bay stallion's (@charlie) focus turn to him in his charge, his ears twitched at the sound of approaching hoofbeats. Yet, he had no time to look around to see who was coming for him. Stretching his final pounding steps, he launched his teeth at his target aiming to latch on to that ridiculously long maned neck and throw his full body into the other. He hoped it would work to throw the other to the ground, or at least send him flying back a few steps. Just as he snapped forward, he gained a glance to what had been pursuing him... A small overconfident mare who was now being met with the unforgiving bite of the ferocious warrior that was Brutus. Ryuko smirked inwardly in that split second as he was back in the moment. This. This was what being comrades in battle was all about. It was what made the Bachelor herd such a strong unity and not even the blind-sighted, arrogant Olde members could deny that. The idea that he was part of an unstoppable whole created a fierce burst of determination to explode with adrenaline through his body. The sheer energy trippling the force of his attack. Brutus was by far one of the most respected and feared fighters in the herd, and the fact that he had Ryuko's back in that instant made his appreciation grow. He's have to thank the immense mass of walking muscle later when these vermin were dealt with.
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aashleyb
Olde Herd
At least we made it out alive. (Blood of the Bachelors CP.2)
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Post by aashleyb on Jun 28, 2015 16:04:24 GMT -5
Salvato ............ He pecked away at the irritation he felt from charging a horse that wasn't already fighting; at least, not on his own territory, but the brute hadn't given him the impression that he wasn't looking for a fight in the first place. That, combined with the sheer fact that, if someone here was going to have to face him, Savy didn't want it to be anyone but himself.
Savy's teeth clamped hard against the gaskin of his target; he felt flesh tear beneath his teeth as he'd continued galloping forward to continue along the wall of the canyon. The big brute let out a thunderous roar, and Savy saw him sway back with his head in an attempt to head-butt him; however, Savy was already moving too fast, picking up speed the moment his teeth lost contact with flesh. He kept his head turned, eyes locked on the brute (Brutus) to be ready for his next move.
Wha-- Savy had just slid to a stop and pivoted back to face the stallion right as he'd begun moving, but he wasn't moving toward his attacker, he was going towards his leader. Slightly taken aback by the unexpected turn of events, he peered over to a blue roan stallion standing not far off from where the draft had just been (Rambo). He was slightly smaller than himself, and, like the brute, looked like he'd seen a few fights in his day. Savy glanced between the roan and the brute, who was running toward the group of horses fighting at the back. His eyes quickly returned to focus upon the roan, unsure if the stallion was going to engage in him or not. He fought the urge to run after the large stallion for just a moment, trying to analyze the situation, lapping away the taste of blood in his mouth at the same time.
From what he saw when he'd glanced over, two bachelors were already attacking Charlie. Tala had moved in to help, but now Brutus was going after them, too; in the short second it took for him to absorb it, he knew that Charlie and Tala could both be seriously injured, if not killed, from being overpowered. It wasn't a fair fight, which made his hot muscles twitch with adrenaline and anger under his damp coat. He quickly shoved back an inclination to become overwhelmed by it all, and clamped his teeth tightly together. His look at the roan became concerting before finally launching himself after the horse whose leg he'd just bloodied, hoping the stallion he'd left behind wouldn't choose to follow suit.
Savy reached him just as he was attempted to bite Tala's neck; a furious rage rushed through him at the site. Ears pinned back, hardly having time to stop his body from dashing across the terrain, he focused all that rage into the power of his jaws as he attempted to bring them back over the bloodied wound he'd open mere moments before-hand, plotting to thrash and tear at it as much as he could in the process.
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Word Count: 513
Total WG Earned: +5
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Post by thepaisley on Jun 29, 2015 10:59:09 GMT -5
Tala Everything around her blurred out of focus, and the background around her was pushed to the back of her mind as the mare galloped towards him. It was a very risky thing to do in a battle, and perhaps reckless, but she needed to focus on her target. Blood thundered in her ears, and her heart pounded against her rib cage as if it were threatening to burst out and attack the chestnut stallion itself. Tala choked back a laugh at the bizarre image, and just like that, her laser-sharp concentration dissipated. About to swear at herself, she realized suddenly that there was another set of beats besides those belonging to her heart and hooves-- someone else's hoofbeats. Not just anyone else's, either; it was the huge mountain of a stallion who-- she'd thought? Had her eyes deceived her?-- had gone for Savy. He was now bearing down upon her with the velocity of a freight train, and the mage realized that she had just put herself straight into his path. Okay. Time to improvise. Putting on a burst of speed, Talaara managed to outrun the stallion; well, mostly. She was a fair amount smaller than he was, and as she had been ducking to get at her previous mark's underbelly before she had been so rudely interrupted (should she be flattered? The thought occurred to her that he was the only one who seemed to care enough about her to actually attack her himself; that had to count for something), the extra time it took for him to lean down to bite at here was time enough for her to get most of her body out of the way of his teeth. Most; not all. His teeth grazed her hindquarters, leaving a set of bloody furrows that burned with white-hot fire. Smothering a scream, the mare shook her head to clear it. On the bright side, at least it gave her focus; she was able to turn the pain into purpose. Channeling the surge of fire and blood every time her hind hooves thudded against the ground, Tala wheeled around and struck out at his (@brutus) foreleg in an attempt to hamstring him before starting to flee beyond his immediate reach. She was faster than him, and she'd have to use her speed: if she got caught, he would certainly kill her. Wordcount: 393 |
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Post by ponybones on Jun 29, 2015 11:40:26 GMT -5
Cain's pulse sped as he felt the sooty Olde stallion's teeth clamp around his neck, seeking the blood within, and his instincts kicked into high gear as he jerked his head away, and pawed at the others face with his pale hooves, seeking for the others' eyes desperately. Blood arced between the others' lips and his own neck as he landed back on all fours, and danced away, his pale eyes darting to and fro as he tried to gauge the situation. The canyon was exceptionally small, space barely enough for the eleven horses that had gathered - had he lost one along the way? no matter, Olde was still outnumbered. As his opponent lurched back and away from Ryuko's war cry, Cain himself came forward, his neck arched as he aimed for the other's crest, though he recalculated his trajectory and had scarcely room for a snap at one of the other stallion's precious ears. "Give in." Cain growled, his voice husky and low, very much unlike its usual qualities, a voice meant just for Charlie. "Surrender now, or my stallions will make this canyon, in this foreign land, the last thing you and yours ever see." He felt the flash of weariness rise up from his foe, he wanted to be here as much as Cain did, as pain shot through him.
Things weren't going well for Olde, as Rambo stood at the exit to make sure that none of them could make a break for it, and take their life back into their own hands. One of the mares was dashing around the close quarters, somehow escaping from the hulking figure that was Brutus, who in two strides could grab her by the neck and shake her like a sickly foal if he had a mind to. How she had room to gain any speed, Cain marveled at with an annoyed grimace on his face. The other mare was seemingly entranced by the action, and had no place on foreign soil. Ryuko had a good opening with the somehow-speedy mare's attention focused on Brutus, if the red stallion left this Olde to Cain, while Ishmael and Lars seemingly had their work cut out for them with their knight that they chose to destroy. Cain looked back at his opponent, readying himself once more. "You can choose how this ends."
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