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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Jun 29, 2015 13:04:25 GMT -5
Lars|Infantry
Upon Lars teeth meeting with the stallion's legs trickled blood dripped down the dirty mushed snow staining a bright rose color. His enemy seem to be in more shock of the cold snow with the additions of the stallions open wound causing the male to have a hard time concentrating. Lars gave a large smirk as he felt pleasure run through his viens, but upon the moment his target tried to lean his body forward in an attempt to pin down Lars. The pale white stallion bellowed out a enormous laugh as he heard the stallion begin knocked off balance. "Serves you right puny runt for not observing your surrounding even in a fight!" (@Azriel)
He snickered as the towards the enemy. He gave a nod of approval toward the one that knocked his enemy off balanced (@Ishmael).
"Your not worth my time, I'll let someone else take care of you..." the males face changed from a smug grin to a boredom and emotionless expression. His head rised up scanning for his original target. It wasn't very hard at all do to the fact that since everyone was present in the canyon it had lessen the space dramatically.
As his gaze landed upon the large black draft he seemed to sped across the battle field trying to stop Brutus from snapping onto one of the rambunctious mare, whom seem to dodge the large mass with what Lars consider as nearly highly impossible to escape. Oh how he would have love to see that annoying mare get shaken as if Brutus was an alligator tenderizing its prey.
Before Lars left his worthless rookie knight behind he tried one last attempt at injuring the stallion. He reared up hoping to cause a few slashes to impact the male's flesh, as a token of his appreciation toward his comrade for the amusing moment knocking his useless target. Afterwards he stalked towards the black stallion (@Salvato) observing his original target filled with rage as the male tried to turn all of it into power. Lars attempted to find an opening between all the chaos as he flowed through the crowded place dodging a few mishaps here and there from on going fights beside him. He wasn't going to let the male have his way with taking on Brutus right after his comrade helped the smaller crimson stallion, from a few feet away.
The white stallion inhaled before trying to ram himself towards the back of the black stallions rump hoping to cause him to become off balance before he could preform any attacks. Lars might have been a loner mostly but it doesn't mean he personally hates anyones unless given a reason too, though he will back up a bachelor if needed, they were still as one and to him it served as a purpose as well. Who said it couldn't be two birds with one stone...
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Post by elesette on Jun 30, 2015 15:48:44 GMT -5
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Post by leavingneverland on Jul 1, 2015 3:16:57 GMT -5
Charlie was overwhelmed, but he pushed the feeling away as the creamy stallion clawed at his eyes. He jerked his head back at the last second, the diamond-hard hooves raking a trench into his pretty muzzle. He snarled, and the other stallion came at him, fighting. One thought ran through Charlie's head as the red stallion (@ryuko) threw his teeth at him -- everything moved slowly, crawled along at a snails pace, except for that one thought. Screw. This. With an intake of breath, he focused inside himself, and tore himself apart, molecule by molecule, until he was nothing more than a ghost. He'd practiced with his ability many times before, but never in battle, and it felt great. The red's hooves fell through him like water, and he jerked around with a hard snort of derision. The cream stallion came at him, and Charlie ducked the blow instinctively, despite the fact that half of his consciousness was focused on keeping himself intangible. The only problem was, he he hadn't yet figured out how to control separate chunks of himself -- if he was going to attack, he'd have to shift back into a solid. He made a mental note to practice that.
He didn't have to think about retaliation long. The cream spoke, and the words lit a flame of rage and hatred within him. "Take a long walk off a short cliff!" he snapped, blood dripping down his face from the gaping wound on his muzzle. Charlie looking back at his group for support. They were all outnumbered and out muscled. There was no way they'd be walking out of here alive without relenting. They were wounded and battered, but they were fighting.
He shook his head defeatedly as he released his hold over himself, letting every molecule slide back into place. "What are your terms?" Charlie snarled, glaring at the creamy stallion with all the hate he could muster. It was a weird, foreign feeling for Charlie. He wasn't used to hate, but at that moment, he had enough of it to go around: most of it was aimed at this stallion and his oafish henchmen, the rest of it was shooting back over the land bridge at Vasska, for sending an unqualified group of herd members on this idiotic suicide mission.
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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 Jul 1, 2015 4:29:19 GMT -5
Salvato ............ Savy braced and tensed his body as his hooves slid across the slick ground. He should have known he was moving too fast on this terrain to stop in time to make contact. His teeth clamped together, just barely missing their target; his muzzle glanced by close enough that he could smell the blood bleeding out from his (@Brutus) gaskin. He found traction just as Tala appeared in his peripheral with a wail. Savy was just about to turn in sync with her to attack the brute, but suddenly found himself thrust forward by a solid moving force from behind. A subtle shock, from the unexpected contact, jolted through his heart in an instant; thankfully, however, his feet were readied and his body was in the perfect position to keep himself balanced on the unforgiving soil. He pressed forward with a couple of swift hops. As his body rocked forward, and his front feet grounded onto the moist dirt, he gave a quick kick behind him in an attempt to break any gained proximity between himself and his challenger. He turned his head as he did so, and he thought his eyes tricked him as he witnessed the hooves of the red-coated bachelor (@Ryuko) fall through Charlie. He had no time to think twice about it; his head turned forward, as his back legs made contact with the ground once more, and immediately tucked his hips into a pivot, utilizing the wet ground with his back feet in order to turn quickly and meet his opponent (@Lars) before he could attack him again.
Charlie's voice broke through the air and into his ears the moment his eyes landed upon the familiar frame of the bachelor. This was the first time he'd heard the usually chipper voice vibrate with soo much anger, not relenting to the content of his words; wherefore, Savy braced himself for defense, standing his ground, ready for any sign of attack from the blue-eyed stallion. He cast a concentrated look upon the white horse, not daring to move his eyes away from him as he listened to the conversation between their members. He wasn't about to attack if there was no more reason to fight; especially not when the situation couldn't be more unfair. Although it'd failed, Savy didn't hold back the warm flicker of hope that this mission was about to be declared over.
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Word Count: 398
Total WG Earned: +5
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Post by rrath on Jul 4, 2015 1:43:51 GMT -5
Azriel - - - - A wave of snow went flying as his body skidded along the ground. The freeze returning to every part of body where the initial snow missed. Gasping in shock, Azriel rolled over back to his feet, quick as possible. Blood smeared the snow, trailing down his legs and side from both the stallions’ attacks. He ignored the stinging pain with every moment – it was starting to clot in most places. Nothing to worry about. His head simply lowered and he glared at Lars.
Geeze, that stallion was like a carp; nothing but mouth. Where was his brain? Whatever – he shouldn’t waste his time to ask questions that no one would ever be able to answer. He raised his head and watched as Lars ran off. Huffing loudly, he had a large urge to run after, but knew it was probably not for the best. He was more than sure that this basically proved that he had been bested by him – or he should say both of them. Combined. Snorting, he shook his head and looked back at the other male. Waiting for any kind of movement, Charlie’s voice almost rung in his head the moment he heard it. Defeat.
Eyes contracting, Azriel took another look around at the other horses in the area. Almost all Olde were getting attacked. Most looked on the receiving end. Some were even being attacked by two members. Slowly, things began to look even more real. If they kept fighting, there would be no one left from them, most likely. They might be able to take down some Bachelors, but they outnumbered them. In the end, anything further would just be a waste of perfectly good horses – for both ends.
With that thought, his head sunk down lower in defeat and he waited for the outcome. Hopefully the small brained horses would come to the same conclusion that if they valued their own members, they’d give up too…
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Post by thepaisley on Jul 9, 2015 6:56:44 GMT -5
Tala The striped mare struggled for breath, throwing herself out of the way to try and avoid the huge stallion's (Brutus) hooves. Her chest heaved as she tore ragged breaths from the air, and they burned like fire in her lungs. Her body shuddered as she coughed, then scrambled backwards as she tried to put as much distance between her and the stallion as possible. In her opinion, they could never be far enough apart. The mage paused briefly to recover her breath, taking inventory of herself. She was soaked in sweat and melted snow, and the wound the gigantic stallion had scored into her hindquarters was making its presence known once more now that the adrenaline was wearing off. Her hind legs trembled, and something was dripping down her legs. Blood, sweat, or water? she wondered distantly, and had a disheartening feeling that it was blood. Shaking her head to take her mind off of her wound, she pricked her ears to inspect her surroundings. Charlie had turned himself intangible to evade his attacker's hooves, and Savy was trying to regain his footing; he must have slipped. Azriel was trying to fend off two attackers at once, and was putting up a strong effort, but she could tell that he wouldn't last much longer. Mari was... well, Tala wasn't sure what Mari was doing, but she didn't seem to be attacking anyone. The same went for a few of the other Bachelors; some of them stood stock-still, looking rather confused, in the middle of the mayhem. Perhaps they were new to this sort of thing? The mare circled around the massive mountain of a horse whose bloody teeth had snapped shut on her rump, trying to buy some more time to recover. Her eyes darted around the walls of the gorge, searching for an escape; attacking him now was out of the question. It wasn't merely folly, it was a death wish-- her reaction time had slowed with the decrease of her energy, and his hooves would surely crush her. There. Over past his right flank, there was an opening. Summoning a spurt of energy-- the last one she had-- Tala leaped forward and swerved past the stallion, swinging out wide far past the reach of his teeth. About to turn sharply back towards the battle, her already-weakened rear hooves hit a slick patch-- blood, or snow, or both-- and gave way underneath her. Letting out a sharp cry of surprise, the mare hit the ground hard with a heavy thud. Biting her tongue so hard that blood ran salty in her mouth, she forced herself not to let out any more than a choked whimper. She tried to get up. Pushed her already-screaming muscles to their limits. Forced her forelegs under her, and straightened them. But every time she tried to get her hind legs to work, they would burn like hell and buckle under her, leaving her rump to smack painfully onto the ground once more. Tala closed her eyes, letting her head drift down to the ground. She had failed. The unicorns had turned their faces from her. Wordcount: 520 |
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Post by ponybones on Jul 9, 2015 14:46:05 GMT -5
Cain drank in his opponent's hate, letting it wash over him like a refreshing rain, his eyes narrowing dangerously on the stallion's badger face, his face not betraying a moment of emotion as he gracefully slipped back into his normal stance. Where once his hooves were planted wide apart and his head was lowered, his legs slid together and he lifted his head to its natural position of pride - all the better to look down his nose at others perhaps, or give them that impression. "I am a believer in mercy." Cain said quietly, taking a step to the side, looking around at the Olde horses who were all facing off against his own warriors, some already looking beaten down in body and spirit, some looking like they would fight until they died. "As such, we will graciously escort you back to your island - which I expect you to stay on. Touch your hooves on this soil again, and retribution will be swift and final. Do you understand?" Cain spoke, his voice rising for all to hear, the silent order for his own side to stand down within it.
His eyes betrayed his weariness of the fight, he hadn't the natural bloodlust within like some did. He didn't care what Olde did, as long as they did it away from him and his herd. Of course, he did send some to punish them for their role in the battle, a final blow to remind them of the Southern Isles' might, but beyond that, he considered them even. Now he would enjoy the pleasure of knowing they made it safely home, with a tale of shameful defeat. They weren't worth keeping, when he could only imagine Vasska's dismay at finding his 'Unicorns' had failed him. Surely the bands that went North had shed enough blood for the Bachelors today. "Let's go." Cain snarled, flicking his nose toward the entrance that Rambo was guarding. "And if you consider making a break for it, consider again." Cain added, his eyes finding Ryuko's, Lars', and then Brutus', another silent order for force when force was necessary, though he hardly thought it needed to be offered. Bachelors had a way of offering violence in copious amounts.
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Post by elesette on Jul 10, 2015 1:30:44 GMT -5
Ishmael was lunging - teeth open and eyes wide. He had his target and he could almost smell his little victory - and then he couldn't. His hooves were slipping on a stray patch of ice on the pathway and his target was gone-pushed out of the way by none other than Lars. He frowned, and his eyes darted across the cavern in confusion. He was so sure, he'd calculated he'd hit his target. A groan escaped his lips, and he felt useless in the wake of the battle. Still, he couldn't let one small mistake become a fatal one.
Once he'd found his feet on stable ground once more, he whirled himself around to face the dark stallion once more (@azriel). He was standing again already, bloody and wounded, but most of all - weakened. He was about to find himself targeting the horse once again - when suddenly the world went quiet. Suddenly, there was speaking, calm and clear. He turned his head quickly to face the leader he had come so quickly to respect. They had won, it was clear. Still his heart tightened as Cain spoke. They were just letting them go? Part of him couldn't believe it and every impulse had him wanting to call out in anger - but the logical side of him kept quiet. The battle did not end in any death, and they had won. He stalked quietly over to azriel - flaring is nostrils as if to size the other stallion up. (@azriel)
"Our leader is being more than kind" He half-whispered, half snarled, "You best listen to him"
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Olde Herd
At least we made it out alive. (Blood of the Bachelors CP.2)
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Post by aashleyb on Jul 11, 2015 23:40:30 GMT -5
Salvato ............
The hope flecked away as quickly as it'd come. His breathing relaxed as his rush of adrenaline faded, causing his blood stream to slow. His eyes remained fixed in the direction of the stallion he didn't know (@lars) when a streak of blood-red rushed past in his peripheral. Seeing that the white horse hadn't threatened him yet since he'd turned around, he permitted himself to look over just in time to watch their smallest group-member lose her footing and slam harshly onto her haunches. He tilted his head slightly as a pang of frustration bounced between his forelock and his poll. All it took was one snap, and the stallion had Tala on the ground with a cry. How could he justify attacking someone that was clearly no match for him? He thought to himself, glancing over at the large brute (@brutus) and quickly back to Tala; disgusting, he spat within himself. A choked nicker of his frustration vibrated deep through his vocal cords, barely escaping loose lips, as he watched Tala try and fail to push herself up onto all fours.
It was then that he heard the Bachelor leader quietly respond to Charlie's surrender. Mercy...his eyes glanced over to their blonde leader and back to Tala. He hoped he was more merciful than his bullheaded guard-dog had just proven to be. Savy could fully understand their leader's (@cain) reasoning for attacking them...they were on their territory...they have every right to attack them. No, the real bitterness was the unfairness of the assignment in general. For the first time since the assignment started, he felt a piece of that frustration deflect off the stallion that'd dared to attack Tala. He had no personal stake in the mare, but the sheer unfairness of it all was enough to pump distaste up his throat.
At the sound of the Bachelor leader's decree, he relaxed his stance and began trotting over to Tala. He didn't mind being escorted back, and he didn't much care to step foot on their soil again anytime in the foreseeable future. Stopping next to her, she looked defeated with her head on the ground. It was only then that he could see the gash in her back-side, oozing with blood and dripping down her brown coat. He dropped his muzzle down and spoke gently: "If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know." Lifting his head again, he cast a look back at the other horses in the small area surrounding them. His morals wouldn't let him leave her on the ground behind him. "Lead the way," he said to no one in particular, but loud enough for his voice to roll off the sides of the walls.
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Word Count: 457
Total WG Earned: +5
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Post by ShinjuTsukuda on Jul 12, 2015 16:22:34 GMT -5
Lars|Infantry
Letting out a slight annoyed grumbled as the large black stallion dodge his attempted to of ramming into his target, but it did stop the large male from attacking initially and that was good enough.Lars attention was distracted as a sharp cry of surprised echoed into his ears as he looked over to the owner of the voice his smile widen as he saw the brown mare hit the ground with a thud. Her previous wound made by Brutus was bloody and mixed with the snow it just made it more pleasurable to watch for the white stallion.
As Lars was about to lunge at the yellowed eyed stallion he heard Cain's voice, his ears flicked towards the direction and so did his eyes.
"I am a believer in mercy"
The white stallion uttered a tsk as he made his his expression furrowed, obviously disapproving of the fact that Cain was showing these bunch mercy and yet they were going to graciously escort them back to their island? Couldn't they just chase them off the island it would have been much more amusing then escorting them. The use of escorting made Lars wanted to double over and gag as the use of words like that with an enemy is way to generous. Least they could have done by showing mercy was injuring their leader and then begin chased back to the Isle of Olde...Now that was mercy, this this wasn't mercy this was just begin way to kind.
"You bunch better consider that offer unless you have no brain of course, unless you like the use of force then by all means you are welcome too." He mockingly spoke out out enough for the Oldes to hear him as he walked past the black stallion and brown mare whom was to injured and tired from begin messed around by Brutus. Of course he just had to snort at the male's face before flicking his tail looking down at the weakened mare. "Hmm, maybe we should take the mares as compensation for trespassing into our land?" he asked Cain, but never batting an eye to look at his leader as his iced blue orbs stared intently at the mare with a devious smirk.
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Post by BrindleTail on Jul 12, 2015 21:51:30 GMT -5
BRUTUS
The mountain was incapable of whirling upon the tiny brown brood (@tala) but when he did bring his mighty mass about, he saw she had crumpled feet from him. A menacing, low chuckle rose out of his chest at that. "And stay down." He spat, the corners of his maw twitching upwards, already turning his attention elsewhere, only now taking notice that the other horses had paused in their fighting, their attention flicking towards the leaders' exchange.
He didn't catch what had been said, but there were only certain options, and one look from Cain made Brutus's teeth flash white in a mad grin.
The scent of victory was so heady he thought he'd choke on it, stomping a large hoof to release some of the sudden tension created in his muscles. The smile on his face looked so unnatural on his brooding profile that it was all the more horrifying to look at. He slowly started to circle the ravine, a great white in shallow water, ready to chase these little piggies all the way home. Ears flicking forward to hear Lars' comment, his muzzle bobbed in agreement. "They did waste a good amount of our time..." He added, looking back at his oozing hind leg, the throbbing pain fueling his cruelty as he went to shove the remaining brood, the one who managed to avoid the worst parts of the battle (@mari), into the light. He wasn't about to let her think they'd forgotten her too.
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Post by duckgirl34 on Jul 13, 2015 13:40:33 GMT -5
Rambo 219 Words ________________________________________________________________________________ The Nokota stallion stood, watching as the chaos around him just become more and more vicious. There was nothing he could do besides watch, and in all honesty, that was what he preferred. The male cocked his head to the side as everything came to a stand still, and all the horses in the little valley stood, staring at one another in shock. He raised a curious eyebrow, listening as Cain spoke. There was little that the stallion could do, besides stand guard at the entrance. He noted how there were openings in all the Olde's movements, and none of them truly seemed to want to move, listening to the Bachelor leaders words. He wondered if anyone would challenge him. Rambo noted the way that one of the mare's attention was completely captured by Brutus, and that Ryuko had a complete opening on the little, speedy mare. His eyes wandered to the large Clydesdale's leg, and it was clear that the appendage might be bothering the brute a little, but there was nothing that Rambo could do about it, and he seriously doubted that the male would let anyone tend to one of his wounds. So the stallion stood, watching over the entrance, waiting for one group or the other to make their move. ________________________________________________________________________________ |
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Post by ponybones on Jul 14, 2015 18:23:36 GMT -5
Cain's pale eyes flickered to Lars', narrowing dangerously as his ears started laying back on his poll. If he wanted more of these useless lumps of flesh lying around, whining and crying about their lot in life, he would have ordered such. His mouth opened to reply, when Brutus chimed in with his two cents, echoing Lars' sentiment, which came as no surprise to the Bachelor king. His ears did cling to his barren neck as he contemplated their request, his nose wrinkling in distaste, though he knew what his answer had to be. "Yes, take the two mares prisoner. There has to be some sting to this punishment after all, otherwise the foolhardy Northern king might think he can just send his 'knights' south to spy with no consequence." He started leading the way out of the winding canyons, until they were atop the hills once more.
"Lars, Brutus" Cain regarded them, his expression cold and just short of hostile. "Take the mares back to the others in the Fallen City, see how they are doing there. The rest will come with us, to the landbridge." He added, swiveling toward the north, watching the weather come in, the snow driving now. "Do what you want with them in my absence, however I anticipate them still being alive when I return." With that, he nudged the Olde horses forward before him. "Lead the way." He snarled to the sooty stallion's back.
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Night was falling by the time the group reached the landbridge, with Ryuko, Rambo, and Ishmael helping drive the offending Olde stallions back across the bridge, back to their cold land as the snow swirled around them, dancing off the sheer cliffs of the mountains behind them. "Never return here. Your Unicorns may punish your spirit for your insolence, but your body and your mind will suffer tenfold if I see hide or hair of you on this land again." Cain murmured calmly, his voice as icy as the white peaks of the choppy ocean crashing against the land bridge, spraying it with daggers of frozen foam. "May your King show you the same mercy for your folly as I have...and may the Unicorns show mercy on your mares."
((Thank you all for participating in this objective! This is our final post for Objective V!))
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