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Post by racechick on Nov 8, 2010 21:01:47 GMT -6
Sigaf The brute pinned his soldiers, rolling his weight of his hocks, lunging at the air near the mare's cranial cavity. "No deal." He said, before lunging again at the mare, this time ramming his muscular chest into her shoulder, attempting to turn her mass toward his terrain. "I made you a good offer Thowra, one any smart stag would accept." He taunted, letting his pearls gore her rump. "Move it Crash." He commanded, his auds swiveling as he waited for the stag's rebuttal or a harsh kick. Sigaf pushed into her again, herding her toward his terra, the brute grinning at the thought of actually getting away with her. |
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Nov 9, 2010 0:03:38 GMT -6
"I thought you would be smarter than that, Sigaf." His weight crashed into the white stallion, a wieght that he was used to using against others when there was a need. For he was not the tallest of horses, but he had the strength of any pure hellion.
Flames whipped from his neck and shoulders revealing the strength that Sigaf was annoying. "This is not something I like many to know, that I am pure hellion. I try not to let it be seen but you are causing me to have to."
It was something that greatly angered him.
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Post by racechick on Nov 9, 2010 7:51:34 GMT -6
Sigaf Anger filled his dark colored optics and adrenaline rushed through his veins “You punty thing, think you can take me?” He challenged, driving his ivories toward the aureate creature. Sigaf was not only an amazing fighter but also had the agility, speed, and precision to attack at any place he wanted. He aimed for the jugular, knowing it would be very unlikely for him to miss. Sigaf latched on to whatever it was his teeth were around, jaws clenched tightly. Sigaf rolled his weight over his hocks, pulling at the piece of the other stallion. He jumped forward, only to throw himself backwards a second later.
Crimson blood flooded his mouth, his normally pink tongue stained scarlet, a smirk pulled on his velvet kissers. Sigaf released, rearing high into the air. He thrashed his pillars, landing inches from the stallion. His head was still high, knowing that the brute would try and attack his throat. . . The most vulnerable spot on any creature. He spun around, kicking out violently at the horse. Nothing he could do would hurt Sigaf, he was a massive creature. Muscles bulged from his sides, so far the veins could easily be seen. “You really want to fight for this mare? Cause if so, I’m going to serve you a new kind of hurt.” He barked loudly at the stallion, stopping for a few seconds to walk a few feet and turn around to face the stallion for the next fight.
Sigaf pawed impatiently, “Well?!” He demanded, not waiting this time. He throw himself at the stallion again, thrashing his pillars at the stallion again. Sigaf wasn’t going to give this up easily, and he knew the other brute wouldn’t either. Soldiers stayed pinned flush with his crania, ivories abrading in his tightly hinged jowls.
A new flame burned in his coal optics, the brute standing, muscles tense and ready to attack, waiting for the stag to reply. . |
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Post by crashandtheband on Nov 9, 2010 10:57:49 GMT -6
The fae's orbs widened. Surely Sigaf did not think she would up her first filly to him. No, she would rather giver herself to him than that. But it seemed it wasn't her choice as she was soon being pushed around by him. She tried to fight back but the massive brute's muscular frame was too strong for her. She was shoved roughly to one side where she froze.
Thowra bravely fought for her but even she felt like it was helpless case, even he was a pure hellion. She watched him with desperate orbs, willing him to give up before he got hurt. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if something were to happen to him because of a fight over herself. She pinned her auds against her skull, cursing the moment she walked into this place.
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Nov 9, 2010 15:48:12 GMT -6
He dodged forwards this time. There was no forgetting that he was in all senses the son of the wind. he had the strength and speed of the wing, and its grace to. Dodging and shaking off the white horse, he reared and strruck with his teeth biting in and in onto the other's neck. For Thowra was no inexperienced fighter, he'd seen many battles in his time.
Here he was the most beautiful of all stallions ever seen, fighting to keep a mare from being taken by one who would not give her the respect she deserved. It was as though everything around was hushed and still: no wind blew, though Thowra had its speed, and not a leaf moved.
A hard kicking did he get though from Sigaf at the reason for his fighting, but that was nothing to him. Blood might be on his hide, but nothing the other horse did hurt too much. One power filled kick connected with the grey horse, striking through the muscles and almost to the bone beneath on that leg.
"Only a fool would not fight an ass like yourself, if they knew what lurked beneath that beautiful hide which is getting ruined now."
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Post by racechick on Nov 9, 2010 21:23:41 GMT -6
Sigaf The blow the stallion endured was an awful shock to the muscle, but nothing Sigaf hadn't experienced in his hard years of training with his father. Now was no longer the time for fighting words, only the sound of the hard, lean muscles, and massive bone structures clashing together. A small cut labeled his hind left thigh, flies infecting it almost immediately. A snort bellowed from his nares, an uncontrollable fury brewing in his obsidian globes, soldiers pressed so tightly against his skull they ached. Sigaf's slate lined orbs glowed, his muscles readied, his haunches wound tighter than a pocket-watch.
He didn't waste his time, the brute pushed forward, furiously cantering the few strides between them. Once only inches from the brute, Sigaf lifted his fore pillars into the air. He thrashed them about, before bringing his hooves close together for the landing. His right hoof missed the cow's face, but the left hoof landed dead on. A blow that heavy, Sigaf was sure the brute would be spinning any moment. Once he landed he reared again, turning around, landing heavily on his fore columns again; before releasing a powerful calcitrate from his muscular hind end. The milky brute trotted away, looping a small circle to face the brute again. He wasn't going to keep asking if the brute gave up, he had his one chance and now it was to the death. |
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Nov 10, 2010 0:41:04 GMT -6
The blow landed but to him it was only a glancing blow really. He dodged the kick from Sigaf's back legs though, returning it with a kick of his own. If this was to the death, and it did seem to be, then he would fight and fight hard. His brother, Blade would be proud of him, but that was something that he would never become.
He would never be truly like his brother and he knew that now there was certainly anger in his very being. Could Sigaf not realise that he really was playing with fire at the moment. Clearly he was not thinking straight right now. Thowra could see the anger in Sigaf's orbs and in a way that meant that he was not really thinking straight.
Whereas as angry as he himself got, he always had... a clear head. That was something that he was good at having. He swung around doing the exact same thing to Sigaf's other hindleg as he had already down before rearing up and smashing his hooves into Sigaf's chest, winding him and cutting through the muscles there. He dodged away again waiting once more for the white horse.
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Post by crashandtheband on Nov 10, 2010 1:34:06 GMT -6
The fae snorted lowly, orbs flickering from brute to brtue. This wasn't what she'd wanted when she came here, not what she'd expectant at all. They were fighting to the death and even she understood that. The fire in both stags' eyes was clear. This was all her fault. If she had never entered this troubling place none of this would be happening around her.
She knew better than to interfere though, it never did any good and one blow gone a stray could seriously injure her or maybe even kill her. Her orbs stared, wide and terrified as blow after blow was served to each stag.
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Post by racechick on Nov 17, 2010 9:44:39 GMT -6
OOC- I do believe we have used all attacks and defenses we can, I'll ask Ashley to judge to see whom Crash is to go with.
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Post by crashandtheband on Nov 17, 2010 11:45:24 GMT -6
OOC - Okey dokey ^^
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Post by Ashley on Nov 17, 2010 22:44:01 GMT -6
Well This is my very first time Judging a Fight just for a warning. I have to say it Would Be Racechick sorry Silver Brumby.
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Nov 17, 2010 23:50:39 GMT -6
OOC: its fine... he'll get her one day
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Post by crashandtheband on Nov 18, 2010 4:49:08 GMT -6
OOC - Crash wont take that well >.< xD
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Post by Diva<3 on Nov 19, 2010 10:43:59 GMT -6
I personally think, IMO, we should randomize. Choosing based on RP is a bit... misleading.
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Post by racechick on Nov 19, 2010 15:16:21 GMT -6
OOC- Ok, Crash u wanna just rp in Sigaf's land then??? It's Crown Victorian in the Meadow.
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Post by crashandtheband on Nov 19, 2010 15:37:10 GMT -6
OOC - Okey Dokey (:
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