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&& crimson rain; Omen vs. Trojan
Topic Started: Jan 10 2011, 08:14 PM (436 Views)
IceCrystal
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The Queen of Snark (and Procrastination)
OMEN;;

Omen strode into the Battle Grounds, twisted thoughts running through his mind. This would be his first official battle, though he had been in many before. Oh, the pleasures of torture...especially when you were the one doing the torturing. He smirked, remembering the terrible things he had done to other equines. Oh, he loved it. Yes, he did.

The ebony draft drifted through the area, hooves crushing on dry bones. The blood stained earth appealed to him. Soon, more blood would stain the earth. He grinned evilly at that thought. The draft finally chose his spot. It was out in the open, so nothing would give anyone an advantage. Flicking back his ears, he arched his neck and spread his legs to balance himself. Trojan would get the first attack, so he had to be ready.

Key:
"Omen speaking."
Omen thinking.
Daray speaking.
Moira speaking.
Yaakov speaking.
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briseis
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QHLove
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Trojan came to a quick halt 10 feet in front of Omen. He rose, furious, from the filthy ground, stained by years of battles. His ears pinned back against his head and his mighty hooves struck the ground awaiting to thrust powerful and unmerciful blows on Omen, the foolish dark who had left his lands unguarded.

Lets get this over with. Trojan spat angerly, Omen had left and Trojan took control fair and square, but here they now stood. The large painted half brabant was normally a very calm and laid back stallion, but he was anything but when his herd and land was at stake, this was minutare war at its worst. He didn't enjoy it, no. But it was nessacary. Trojan summoned the memories of his sire, teaching him to fight, to kill. And grew far past furious as he remebered his mother and sisters' treatment. It fueled him and with little to gain and everything to lose he approached menousingly forward, standing shoulders square to the older stallion, nostrils flaring.

Attack One
Seconds later Trojan's large teeth were embedded in Omen's withers long enough to hopefully draw a pool of blood, then he shot past his opponet landing a powerful, bone quaking blow from a massive real hoof, Ending up 10 feet behind out of range for a kick and out of sight. His front hoof struck the ground taunting Omen with a small grin that disappeared soon after.

(Edited in the title Attack One, sorry forgot to put that there!)
Edited by QHLove, Jan 17 2011, 01:17 PM.
Chaska(star godess): Mare: 8yrs. old: Pintaloosa Mix: Neutral: Sigil's Noose: Foals; Anastasiya
Ixkin(returning moon): Mare: 7yrs. old: Appaloosa: Neutral: Homeless
Trojan: Stallion: 7yrs. Old: APH/Brabant: Neutral: Claimer of Kelpie's Hideaway Foals; None
Iolana: Mare: 9yrs. old: Gypsy Vanner: Dark: Homeless:
Anastasiya: Mare: 2Yrs. old: Draft/Arabian Hybrid: Neutral: Sigil's Noose
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IceCrystal
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The black draft watched his enemy approach. He stood still, not moving, as the stallion reared up, and then fell to the ground, spraying some of the filth onto Omen. He didn't flinch, didn't change his poker face. 'Let's get this over with,' Trojan spat. This just made Omen roll his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. This was all a game to him. It brought him pleasure.

Trojan suddenly lunged forward, sinking his teeth into the taller male's shoulder, tearing at the flesh, drawing blood. Then the stallion shot past him, forcing him to side step, kicking him hard on the right flank. Pain shot through his body, but he kept his poke face. Pain was nothing to him, thanks to the many beatings he received from his mother. Omen rolled his shoulder, fighting a wince as more pain shot through him. He then shifted on his feet, testing his ribs. The ones farther in the back, near his flank, were badly bruised; there was a possibility of being broken if he was attacked there again.

Attack One:
Omen turned around to face his opponent, ears flicked back, neck arched, and eyes twinkling madly. Oh, he loved this game. He lowered his head a bit, and then lunged forward, as if he was going to attack Trojan's wither, like the male had done to him. Instead, he reared up right in his face, lashing his large hooves like daggers, hoping that they would hit the enemy's head somehow, maybe the eyes, and neck. Even the withers and chest could have met Omen's hooves.

Once he was sure he had beaten Trojan enough with his hooves, he made a u turn away from the stallion. He backed several yards away, a wicked grin on his face. Blood dripped a little from his torn wither, staining the earth. Omen licked his chops, a crazy glint in his eyes. Laughter bubbled up inside of him, and he cackled like the mad man he was. Once he was finished, he arched his neck once more, pleased with himself.

He was enjoying the game.
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Trojan's attack had worked for now he knew it wasn't a good move to attack that way again. He would have to use a different approach next time. He was awaiting Omen's attack. He looked to be trying the same attempt as he had done to the draft first.

Defense One
Trojan quickly turned his hindquarters to the side, away from Omen's charge at what he had thought had been the start of an attack on his withers. That was his first mistake. He had gone unpractice and had forgotten the lesson he had beaten into him as a learning colt. NEVER. EVER. Assum your opponets attack. Turning had made him a better target. Omen unexpectedly reared. His hoof grazing Trojan's bay cheak bone, the other hitting his strong withers causing massive brusieing but nothing horrendous. His cheek was bleeding, a trikle of blood running down his muzzle, dripping silently from his chin. Perfect. A mad man, isn't that ironic, you could be my sire's twin. Trojan said sarcasim dripping richly in his deep and now gruff voice.

Attack Two
Turning back on Omen, Trojan circled from behind trying to bump his shoulder against the other stud's rump to distract him from his least favorite, but usually, most effective attack. Also to give him a channce to restoke his fury, a single thought of his sire murdering a rogue mare's filly did the trick. Then he lunged, visious and not as agile as usual due to his aching withers and the blood that had dripped into his eye, as he dove forward at Omen's left side hoping to grab hold of Omen's soft under belly towards the flesh at the middle of his barrel (belly).

Unlike Omen this battle drew him no pleasure. It was the best way to vent his fury on somkeone not exactly innocent.
Chaska(star godess): Mare: 8yrs. old: Pintaloosa Mix: Neutral: Sigil's Noose: Foals; Anastasiya
Ixkin(returning moon): Mare: 7yrs. old: Appaloosa: Neutral: Homeless
Trojan: Stallion: 7yrs. Old: APH/Brabant: Neutral: Claimer of Kelpie's Hideaway Foals; None
Iolana: Mare: 9yrs. old: Gypsy Vanner: Dark: Homeless:
Anastasiya: Mare: 2Yrs. old: Draft/Arabian Hybrid: Neutral: Sigil's Noose
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Omen watched the stallion, an evil smirk on his maw. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, making him almost want to prance in place, to move. Suddenly, Trojan began to circle him. He scowled, pinning his ears. Then the male bumped his rump with his shoulder, almost making him side step again. Omen snarled as his opponent lunged towards his barrel, trying to grab at the soft flesh.

Trojan had succeded some. His stomach was torn a bit, bleeding. It would hinder him some, especially the pain. He snorted. "A mad man, huh? That's a new one." He sneered, amused.

Attack Two
He started to move around Trojan, deciding on his next attack. He circled him a couple of times, before bucked. He kicked out with his hind legs, towards the stallion's rib cage. Kicking with as much force as he could, he though he felt a rib or two give way. He might've even knocked Trojan down. The draft growled, finishing the onslaught of kicks.

Omen cantered away, and then turned back around to face Trojan. The battle was over. Now it was time to find out who one. He couldn't wait to get Kelpie's Hideaway back. Then he could start making more of a name for himself in the world of the Darks. The game was fun. And it was over.
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(occ- sorry about not posting! thought we were only allowed two posts appeice since thts what the rules said)

Defense Two
Trojan wasn't quick enough to move away from Omen, he had managerd to move a half foot away before he felt heavy hooves slam merilessly into his side. Seconds before his opponent hooves hit him, Trojan had braced his thick and sturdy brabant like legs, keeping him up right and only stumbling slightly from the unexpected blow. The draft cross stallion had his breath foprced out of his lungs, he had felt one of his ribs give way the other seemed to be intact but he was unsure, he would know later. But for now they hurt a lot, but he tried to ignore it, dreding the next week ahead, his ribs would heal by then but they would still ach for a while after.

Omen had dealt the last blow, he had struct him hard, which wasn't surprising but wasn't made any better as he thought anxiously about who had won. Most importantly had he just lost his land? He glared at Omen, his eyes burning with hatred. Most stallions he respected as long as they did so to him but this one had no respect for anything, only himself. It was finally over, his face and withers crusted with his own blood from his face, no doubt some of it was Omen's.
Edited by QHLove, Jan 17 2011, 01:13 PM.
Chaska(star godess): Mare: 8yrs. old: Pintaloosa Mix: Neutral: Sigil's Noose: Foals; Anastasiya
Ixkin(returning moon): Mare: 7yrs. old: Appaloosa: Neutral: Homeless
Trojan: Stallion: 7yrs. Old: APH/Brabant: Neutral: Claimer of Kelpie's Hideaway Foals; None
Iolana: Mare: 9yrs. old: Gypsy Vanner: Dark: Homeless:
Anastasiya: Mare: 2Yrs. old: Draft/Arabian Hybrid: Neutral: Sigil's Noose
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kimmys
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Are you guys still waiting on judgment?
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QHLove
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yeah and ice hasn't been on for a while again :(
Chaska(star godess): Mare: 8yrs. old: Pintaloosa Mix: Neutral: Sigil's Noose: Foals; Anastasiya
Ixkin(returning moon): Mare: 7yrs. old: Appaloosa: Neutral: Homeless
Trojan: Stallion: 7yrs. Old: APH/Brabant: Neutral: Claimer of Kelpie's Hideaway Foals; None
Iolana: Mare: 9yrs. old: Gypsy Vanner: Dark: Homeless:
Anastasiya: Mare: 2Yrs. old: Draft/Arabian Hybrid: Neutral: Sigil's Noose
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