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Post by [B E L L A] on Feb 17, 2008 23:03:44 GMT -5
Time is Running Out Your Fate to Be Decided
The patriarch entered, waiting for the weakling he was to fight, waiting to see if the colt would even show. His thick neck was arched, muscles tense and firm. His eyes glowed with lust. Lust for blood. His hooves struck the earth with deadly force. Clockwork was here to fight, for land, not it's contents, the colt he was to battle could keep his yearlings. Clockwork was of the neutral path, so his mood changed constantly, and without much encouragment, at the current moment, Clockwork was a cold blooded killer. Pistons stood with confidence as he awaited his apponant, orioles melted again his proud skull, muscles rippling under his fine skin. Boa arched competitivly. He would awaite this colt, and they would play fair. The fight should hopefully not come to death to either, but if so, Clockwork wasn't worried, as the animal laying on the cold ground, drowning in his own blood, would be his componant. The brave patriarch imagined the animal, begging for mercy, or willfully dying. Clockwork knew tricks that could, and would kill a horse in an instant, only thing was, Clockwork didn't wish this to come to death, he wished it be won fair and square, neither stumbling or falling as they walked away, neither scolding or feeling deafted. But, being deafted was a thing that was always apart of battle, and today, Clockwork was determinded to be called winner.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Feb 18, 2008 9:34:40 GMT -5
Numaric Light approached the valley. He found Clock and cantered over. Here I am! he taunted as he threw himself into the air then, his hind legs thrust out, connecting with Clock's big head. He then turned around, waited for Clock's next move.
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Post by [B E L L A] on Feb 18, 2008 13:16:35 GMT -5
Tick. Tock.
Clockwork moved away, just enough that the hoove only grazed his poll, shedding no blood, but it would leave a nasty bruise. The chestnut hadn't been prepared for the early attack, but a flame now gleamed in his unforgiving eyes. With the musty animal having started the fight, Clockwork was more then ready. He stooped low, and vigorously charged the animal without giving him time to think, his whole weight rammed and crashed into Numaric Light's body, irons dug deep into the flesh of the neck, Clockwork danced away, ripping the soft flesh from it's place on Numaric's neck. He spun afterward, aiming a violent kick at Numaric's jaw, the patriarch was pleased when he felt hoove hit bone, it may not have been enough to break the bone, but it would be a terrible pain for a while. Clockwork now spun again, charging again, hooves tore at the ground, throwing up chuncks of mud and sod. When within inches of hitting Numaric Light, the Thoroughbred leaped into the air, aiming to come down on the challenger's back, break it in two, and leave him to die. If he had calculated it correctly, if he came down on Numaric with his full weight, it would be enough to kill the stallion instantly, or leave him in a dark suffering stage.
Tick. Tock.
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Feb 20, 2008 14:02:30 GMT -5
Numaric Light felt the tickle as a miniscule patch of flesh left his neck. He watched as Clock jumped. He knew this trick, Desore tried it on him. Numaric Light knew how to dodge it. He bunched up his muscles bracing for impact and when Clock hit him he released. Clock jumped away. He turned with an evil grin on his face. Blood, need Blood... he babbled as his other side took over. Numaric Light, in a frenzy ran and crashed into Clock with ivories unbarred. The teeth bit into Clock's tender flesh and Numaric Light, satisfied for the moment, turned away and braced himself for the next attack.
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Post by [B E L L A] on Feb 20, 2008 17:45:06 GMT -5
Clockwork listened oddly as the maniac babbled on about blood, he may have dodged the attacks, but more was to come, and Clockwork was saving his energy by not babbling on like an idiotic moron about needing blood. The colt tore at Clockwork's neck, but his madness seemed to loosen his grip, and the bite only drew a microscopic drop of blood. Clockwork lunged after the stallion as he danced away, obviously not ready for the attack, of course the stallion was waiting for the next move, but he wouldn't expect it while he was retreating. CLockwork's insicors dug deeper into the thin flesh of the stallion's neck, this time, the wound would not be small. He shook his head violently, grip on the patriarch's skin only tightening with time. Clockwork felt flesh rip, blood leaked over his tonge. He slightly closed his eyes, biting harder, more blood spilled, Clockwork then sat backwards, dragging the skin with him until it ripped from place, leaving a gaping wound. Clockwork charged while the stallion was unexpecting, throwing all of his eighteen hand weight it the crash, he impacted with Numaric Light so hard, he caught himself at the last moment to avoid falling himself, he looked up to see what had happened, he knew he had at the least made Numaric stumble.
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Feb 21, 2008 14:19:18 GMT -5
OOC: NO POWERPLAYING!!
BIC: Numaric Light felt a small itch on his neck and when he looked down, he saw Clock attached to him. He shook his body and Clock went away but returned with a new attack. The wound on his shoulder only leaked a bit of blood. He smirked, this was easy, the poor foal won't last a chance. Well that is Clock's fault. He watched as Clock rammed into him. Numaric Light just stumbled one step, but regained his balance quickly. He looked at Clock and jumped. He lept right over Clock, then whipped around and slammed hoof into bone. He heard the satisfying thud of a hit. Numaric Light struck out again, this time with teeth. With his ivories stretched out, he rammed them into Clock's tender neck. He bit down hard, leaving a large mark. He back away slowly, reveling in the pain he was causing cloack. He tore off flesh and laughed at the sight. In his "demon" form he saw a horse of little flesh and only bone. A ghost horse fit the bill exactly.
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Post by i!shadow!i on Feb 21, 2008 16:42:23 GMT -5
((Please, Bella, you are powerplaying at the end of your last post. And horselover4ever122, no being rude.))
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Feb 21, 2008 17:48:15 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry.
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Post by [B E L L A] on Feb 21, 2008 17:49:26 GMT -5
OOC: I sorry.. I'm not quite sure what powerplaying is yet.. *goes to study post and find out what power playing is.*
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Post by Mage on Feb 21, 2008 17:51:40 GMT -5
OOC: its when you say what the other horse does..Like he fell over, or he bit at my shoulder or something like that...playing the other horses actions, moves, feelings
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Post by [B E L L A] on Feb 21, 2008 18:03:11 GMT -5
ooc:: ok, I understand what powerplaying is now. It won't happen again! I'm sorry horselover4ever! And I'm sorry if this sounds like I'm complaining, but it seems like nothing is affecting Numaric Light, in real life, I happen to own a stallion that is off the range and know that he had a large herd that he stole from an aged band stallion. Just because Clockwork is young doesn't mean the aged Numaric Light in invicible to any of his attacks, I know well that six year olds put up extremely good fights. Sorry again.
ic:: Clockwork reared, pawing the air. Blood streaked is chest, but pain now was unfelt to the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He struck out at Numaric Light's temple, one blow could kill. Unfortuanatly, Clockwork misjuded the distance and felt a simple graze, if not none at all. He recovered quickley as he hit the ground, aware of the other stallion's moves. He plunged forward with speed only a Thoroughbred could obtain. When within inches of colliding with his apponant, Clockwork veered around and struck out with both hind hooves, each compact with deadly accuracy. He was striking at Numaric's head, if this accurate blow made contact, Numaric would fall, maybe not dead, but this blow would be enough to end the fight, Clockwork closed his eyes in hope, praying it would hit. A warm sweat lathered his chest, neck, girth, and flanks. His right front foreleg threatened to give out, but Clockwork persued. Clockwork felt impact, but due to being so worn out, he couldn't calculate had hard the hit had been, or where it had layed. If neck, Numaric would be alright, and Clockwork wouldn't give up. If throat, there was a small possibility Numaric's wind pipe could be crushed, if head, the hopeful, there was a possibility of major damage, and if the strike had hit, Emerald Hills would be his.
Tick. Tock.
ooc:: I really am sorry for this horselover, I hope we can be friends.
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Feb 21, 2008 18:12:32 GMT -5
Numaric Light leaned back and felt the blow graze his wind pipe as he struggled for breath he paused. After he had recovered, he preformed the exact move that Clock did, only with more grace and power. Then retreated for the next attack. He hoped that it would hit bone. Numaric Light pranced up to Clock and kicked. The sand from the valley floor spewed up and hopingly hit Clock's eyes. Hoping that Clock couldn't see his next attack coming, Numarric Light reached out with his long neack and bit Clocks flank. He thought he had the taste of blood, but it was hard to tall with all of the dust in the air. He whipped his head round and banged a leg into Clocks legs. Numaric Light wished that Clock had stumbled so he could complete this move he had planned. OOC; Sure, as long as I get Emerald HIlls
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Post by [B E L L A] on Feb 21, 2008 18:48:41 GMT -5
ooc:: heheh. I guess we're not friend. I wonder if theres a way Clockwork and Numaric Light could share Emerald Hills? Like, we could ask SHadow to make the land in a subboards for Clockwork? Clockwork knew the manuver, and dodged easily because he had practiced it many a time. The fiery stallion once again gave a vital effort and charged head on, full force, he collided with Numaric, all power in his this throw.
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Feb 22, 2008 13:18:02 GMT -5
Numaric Light stood still. He stubled a few steps, but regained balance easily. Clock had already tried that move. Numaric Light ran at Clock and jumped. He landed, all fours, on Clock's back, at least he hoped so. He lept away andwatched to see if Clock would fall down. He backed up, never turning his back to Clock. OOC: The loser gets a sub board?
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Post by Reflection on Feb 24, 2008 11:05:06 GMT -5
((shadow, who's winning/won? [just outa curiosity]))
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Post by [B E L L A] on Feb 24, 2008 13:00:15 GMT -5
ooc;; yes, that is my question as well.
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Post by i!shadow!i on Feb 28, 2008 7:28:02 GMT -5
((No winner yet, one more post for both of you. We actually don't allow sub-boards and two stallions in one terra, sorry.))
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Post by [B E L L A] on Feb 28, 2008 17:31:12 GMT -5
((OK!))
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Post by horselover4ever122 on Mar 1, 2008 10:37:19 GMT -5
OOC: I thought that it was only 5 posts then u decide.
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Post by [B E L L A] on Mar 1, 2008 11:12:00 GMT -5
The blood washed Thoroughbred charged from his position, neck arched. He didn't have to turn his back to Clock, Clock could easily swerve behind the stallion. That's exactly what he did, instead of rushing into the stallion's mass, he swerved when within feet of his body, veered around and exploded from nowhere to half rear, strike, kick, and bite at whatever he could get a hold of. Not knowing if he was successful or not, he threw a last blow, hooves powering forward at Numaric Light's temple.
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