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Post by Reflection on Jan 27, 2008 9:41:13 GMT -5
Murdurous daggers thudded brutally as the massive brute galloped into the fighting Valley. His black banners billowed out darkly and his red-tinted orbs glared fiercely. His crown was held high, and he had a true look of evil upon him.his large brutal hooves moved him with ease. He had expected a larger stallion to fight to make it more interesting but he would never back away from a challenge, esspeacially his own. His long deathly banners hung down his neck, his forelock covering his evil orbs. He reared upon hind legs and let out a ear piercing call for the lead of the Diamond Lake, knowing that he must be relatively close by now...
The ruthless brute came to an abrupt halt, resulting in soil flying up around his daggers, as he collected himself. His black banners cascaded darkly down, and his red-tinted orbs glowered around. Looking for the stag, the lead of...What was that stupid Terra? Oh, Diamond Lake, he had picked it randomly to challenge, and didn't hold much favor for the place....
The brute felt no emotions right now. Not fury, nor egarness, and DEFINENTLY NOT fear. He never feels fear. That job lies upon his opponent. He snorted as he impatiantly waited. His dark banners wavered ruggedly and his glossy black pelt shone a dreadful gleam. His muscles rippled greatly, and he was ready. Standing at 19.2hh The brute was a wall of a horse, and almost impossible to cause pain. The brute joyed in the sight of blood, even his own. For he was a true murdurer. Ruthless, brutal, and uncaring. He never even doubted himself, or what he had become. No he was pure evil. teeth bared, and ears pinned back like knives, he waited. Burning eyes and blood stained hooves, and pelt. That was who he was and always would be. And he was proud of it. The brute snorted as he impatiantly waited for his opponent...
Desore
A monster of remorseless cruelty...
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Post by echoeddreams on Jan 27, 2008 13:52:13 GMT -5
//M ay L ife B e I n M y F avour\\
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Justice cantered into the fighting lands. He hoped that if the fight was not in his favour, and he lost that Fantasia would be ok. His daggers landed on the ground softly. His long tresses blew back in the wind as his banners trailed behind him. His muscles rippled as he slowed to a trot. His brown orbs stood strong. HE bowed his head at the opponent. If I am to fight you may I know your name His tone was still, unreadable. His pillars didn't move as his mind worked.[/color]
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Post by Reflection on Jan 27, 2008 14:25:08 GMT -5
I am cursed Desore. What be your name His banners wavered darkly, and his black pelt shone a dreamful gleam. Desore raised his evilly carved crown high, and his blood stained daggers gave off a shrouded glower. His ears were pinned back to his skull, and his towering form rose, as he watched the smaller stag. He had the true look of evil upon him, and no doubt flashed through his mind. His muscles rippled greatly, and his massive form was shadowed by the sudden clouding of the hot sun overhead...
Desore
A monster of remorseless cruelty...
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Post by echoeddreams on Jan 27, 2008 15:12:05 GMT -5
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Desore He looked the taller stag straight in the eye I am Justice The lyrics were calm conisdering he was like a fly compared to the giant stag standing near him. His silver coat gleamed as he stood proud. His ears flicked sideways as he stood ready. Ready to fight.[/color]
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Post by Reflection on Jan 27, 2008 15:18:43 GMT -5
Desore gave a nod. Even though he was never actually polite, he was aware of fighting traditions. The introductions were now over, and t' was time to fight. Desore's black banners cascaded darkly down and his blood-stained daggers pawed the ground. He snorted, and his red-tinted orbs glowered at Justice. His ears were pinned back to his skull, and his neck was arched. Desore's muscles rippled, as he waited for Justice to make the first move. For as Justice being the lead of the terra, T' was tradition for the lead to start....
Desore
A monster of remorseless cruelty...
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Post by echoeddreams on Jan 27, 2008 15:56:00 GMT -5
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Justice looked at the taller stag and reared up bringing his hooves down to the grund, dust raising upwards. He flicked his crown slightly to see his opponent. He moved quickly and went to dig his teeth into Desores boa. Quickly he dodged back the moved round.[/color]
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Post by Reflection on Jan 27, 2008 16:06:32 GMT -5
But Desore only laughed a deadly sound as Justice dug his ivories into his boa. There was no pain, and Justice moved (In desore's oppinion) slowly. This might be easier then I thought he thought darkly. Suddenly Desore took off at full gallop towards Justice, His strong daggers moved him like an arrow, and he sped towards Justice. At the last possible second, Desore wheeled around, and bucked out at Justice, Making an intensely hard impact with both daggers upon his shoulder. Desore wasted no time and his banners billowed out, as the brute speedily turned around and reared up, while letting out an ear-splitting sound, and heavily landed his daggers upon Justice's back. He put his weight into the landing upon Justice. Then he jumped back, and lunged his teeth at Justice's neck, making contact and digging his teeth deep into his hide. His orbs flashed darkly, and his crown was held high...
Desore
A monster of remorseless cruelty...
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Post by echoeddreams on Feb 3, 2008 5:32:31 GMT -5
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Justice took the blows and paused for a second, taking the pain. After he moved as quickly as he could and raised his daggers onto the taller stags barell. The pain ran through him, her thought of Fantasia and some strenght came through him again. The strenght to fight for Fantasia, his fantasy. He neighed deeply the neigh turning into a mighty battle cry. He turned away from Desore and kicked his back legs at Desores hocks, before digging his teeth into the brutes lower neck and withers area. Justice moved back, his silver coat specked with ruby blood. He tossed his crown high and let out another deep battle cry.[/color]
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Post by Reflection on Feb 3, 2008 8:49:32 GMT -5
Desore kicked out as Justice's daggers made contact. It wasn't a hard blow. Justice would have to try much harder if he wanted to win. Desore then stood brick still, showing justice that he would have to try much harder. As Justice's ivories dug into his neck Desore only laughed darkly. Justice seemed to try the same moves over and over again. The brute shook his neck splattering bits of blood on the ground and he grinned evilly at the sight of his own blood. Then As Justice moved back Desore lunged and dug his enormous ivories into Justice's flank, and sunk the ivories as deep as they went, then he pulled back, tearing a bloody scar upon the stag's flank, and grinned darkly as the blood billowed down Justice's flank. Desore once again wasted no time, and he bucked out at Justice making hard contact with his cannon bone, and then wheeled around and reared, throwing his weight out at the stag, and making immensely hard contact with the stag's cannon bone. Desore threw his head up gleefully as there was a big crack from the bone, and he once again lunged. This time he dug his ivories into Justice's neck, and he felt the blood from the stag's flesh lap up against his ivories. He used the same tecnique and yanked his ivories back, resulting in a huge line of blood swimming down Justice's neck...
This was just the beginning, for Desore had not yet even broken into sweat, so justice better watch out...
Desore did not pause as he bucked out at Justice's barrel, and dug his ivories into his withers at the same time. As Desore's daggers came back to earth he did not release his grip with his ivories on Justice, instead he bolted into justice shoving him back. Then he bolted again, and again into Justice, and each time the shove pushed back Justice more. But he did not release his grip upon Justice's withers, instead he scraped them brutally down just beyond Justice's point of shoulder. And then the instant he realeased he reared out and threw his weight ruthlessly at Justice's barrel. Desore then wheeled around and bucked out once again, making hard to bone contact upon the stag's hock, making Justice stumble back.....
Desore
A monster of remorseless cruelty...
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Post by echoeddreams on Feb 3, 2008 10:22:24 GMT -5
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Justice let the blood trickle down his neck, as he stumbled back, he looked up until he saw the red glint. This stag would happily murder someone he had never met. Considering Desore was twice as bigger as him (well almost) and a bigger, stronger build he was thinking that he would have to try and hit, with his small daggers, harder. Justice stood still before digging his teeth into Desores boa with alot more strenght than before, then quickly kicked Desores knee from behind, to make him trip. His hoof made contact. He decided to try ramming into Desore but guessed it wouldn't work. Justice moved a bit back before charging forward and into Desore, with Justices slight weight. He rammed his head into Desores barrel before moving back. Justice felt the blood leaving his neck and reared up, throwing his hooves onto Desore, hitting his barrel.[/color]
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Post by Reflection on Feb 3, 2008 12:30:32 GMT -5
Desore didn't even stagger as Justice attempted to trip him. And he once again stood still, and unmoving as the stag once again bit him. Desore turned his red tinted orbs to the stag as Justice bit down into his boa, and snapped your going to have to try a new move weaking, that biting move you keep repeating doesn't have much of an affect His voice thundered through the valley, but Desore still didn't move as the stag kicked out at him. The scene was quite funny really. Well, to someone like Desore. For Desore was honestly treating Justice like a toddler. Not moving while the stag attemted to fight him. Suddenly Desore saw the move he was looking for. When Justice reared up, Desore waited and the instant he felt Justice's petite daggers hit his barrel he reared up as well, wheeling around, and hit Justice's barrel hard, while Justice was in the air. The hard blow Desore made knocked Justice to the ground and Desore gave a laugh of delight, as he wasted no time in quickly advacing upon poor Justice on the ground. While Justice was still on the ground Desore reared upon him heavily several times, and kicked down at Justice, blocking every attempt Justice would give to try to get up. Suddenly Desore did one of his favorite moves. The move was completely un-natrual for horses, but all the same Desore had learned how to master the move. He propelled himsef up off all four daggers and landed fully upon Justice's barrel while Justice was still on the ground. The impact would knock the breath out of Justice. Then while still on top of Justice, he reared upon Justice's head. His orbs flashed murdurously, and His enormous daggers showed no mercy. There was a loud crack from under Justice's pelt, and Desore bolted off. Then he once again wheeled around and rammed into Justice, while digging deep into Justice's flesh. There was a utter concentration that flashed through Desore's orbs as he reared, again and again upon Justice. Not pausing once. And yet Desore was still not tired. The fight instead of taking up energy was feeding him more and more. No mercy would he give. No, he would not kill Justice. Though he wanted to. For he wanted Justice to feel the immense after-pain when the fight was over. But he would not pause. He would not give the stag a break. And so he kept charging, and ramming, and rearing. Blood was spilling from both stags and that only made Desore more joyful. His charges were more powerful each time. Over and Over and Over again. And Desore switched his moves, so what he would do next was completely unpredictable. And he paused not once......
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Post by i!shadow!i on Feb 3, 2008 17:54:19 GMT -5
Winner . . . . . . . . Desore! Congrats! Sorry Justice. It just seemed to work that way.  |
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Post by Reflection on Feb 4, 2008 17:44:09 GMT -5
Justice made no move to fight back. Desore stepped back, to see if the stag would fight. But nothing happened. No, Justice was not dead. But just the same Justice did not fight back....
It was official then. Desore raised his crown high, and lightly shook his slightly blood splattered pelt. His red tinted orbs glared down upon the silvery stag, now covered in his own blood, and a dreadful smirk formed across his maw. If justice didn't feel the pain now, he certianly would later...
Desore was proud. He felt no remorse, no sympathy. And he showed it as he let out bitter sneering lyrics to Justice I have won. You never had a chance in the first place, and now your mare will suffer. Because of YOU. You will be to blame for her heart break. And now, Your former land The Diamond Lake Is mine... And with that he gave one last powerful kick at Justice making once again hard contact, and wheeled around to gallop away, into the dust to the Diamond Lake. Now his....
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