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&& The prize isn't much; But it beats where I'm at... Bin Laden vs. Omen
Topic Started: Oct 21 2011, 08:42 AM (334 Views)
PhantomStallion
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Bin Laden pranced angrily into the battle grounds. Whomever the idiot in Kestrel’s name had challenged him for Dead Lake would pay. And he would be sorry. He picked his hooves up high to avoid the snow and save energy. It would be much more strenuous to just plow through it. He found a clearing with dry, leafless trees hanging over it, creating a place with much less snow than other spots in the wretched place. It was there that he settled in to wait for the stallion on this fool’s errand. Whoever it was, Bin Laden would make him pay. He would make him pay very much for his idiocy.
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OMEN the monster lurks in the shadows, waiting to strike;;

The brute was very much eager for battle. He longed for bloodshed. It had been a while since he had sated his thirst for blood, but now he would finally be able to do so. He had been surprised that the pitiful stallion that owned the Dead Lake was still there, but he was not worried about the battle at all. He knew he would win. He always won. Equines quaked in fear of his name. He stalked into the Battle Grounds, his trademark devilish smirk on his handsome face.

He did not bother to prance through the snow. It was not very deep, and he was very tall and robust. The draft narrowed his dark, dark eyes when he spotted the stallion he was seeking. Omen snarled to himself, and then picked up his pace, moving into a canter. Moments later, the brute slid to a halt in front of the stallion. He pinned his ears, and arched his scarred neck, baring his yellowed teeth at his enemy. "I, Omen of the Darks, challenge you for the claim of the Dead Lake." He sneered at the piece of scum that was his opponent, and backed up, preparing for battle.


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The grey mustang stallion wasn’t kept waiting long. He sneered at the other’s words. "I, Omen of the Darks, challenge you for the claim of the Dead Lake." Pah! Weak man’s words. It was hard to hold back the thirst for blood that would soon fall upon the white snow, staining it a deep scarlet. And I, Bin Laden of the Darks, accept your challenge, weakling. He goaded. Bin Laden wanted blood. He didn’t care if it was his own, he just wanted blood. He craved to taste blood, to feel it dripping down his pelt, staining his grey coloring red. My conditions are, if I win, I get to keep [n]my[/n] territory, I raise your first-born son as my own, I get my pick of two of your first seven daughters, and I keep them for however long I like, during which time I shall do with them as I please. Also, no one who has any of your blood, are in any alliance with you, or have even heard of your name shall be unable to set foot in Dead Lake without my O.K. I get to have all mares you are in possession of, and they will be my prisoners forever. These are my conditions, now state yours. The grey paused and allowed the other to speak and launch the first attack. He tensed, readying himself for what was to come. He could just tell it would be brutal.
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OMEN the monster lurks in the shadows, waiting to strike;;

The draft snorted, and rolled his eyes when the puny gray male called him weak. Of course the enemy would try to get him fired up. But the stallion's words did not bother him. He merely returned his sneer. He couldn't even come up with a good insult. "My conditions are, if I win, I get to keep my territory, I raise your first-born son as my own, I get my pick of two of your first seven daughters, and I keep them for however long I like, during which time I shall do with them as I please. Also, no one who has any of your blood, are in any alliance with you, or have even heard of your name shall be unable to set foot in Dead Lake without my O.K. I get to have all mares you are in possession of, and they will be my prisoners forever. These are my conditions, now state yours. The brute merely let loose a maniacal chuckle. What a fool this Bin Laden was.

"You're an idiot. All my sons are grown, fool, and I don't care about any of my daughters. And if that was the case that no one who knows me can step foot in your land without your permission, then no one would be able to walk on the Dead Lake." He laughed again, very amused. My conditions are simple. I take everything you own when I win, including your life." And with that, it was time for the battle to officially start, which he was very, very eager for. This was what he was best at.

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The massive brute backed up several feet, his hooves crunching on the melting snow. He arched his thick neck, muscles rippling, his scars flashing. He was ready. He was ready to taste the sweet tang of blood on his tongue. He could almost taste it now. And with that thought he lunged, barreling towards Bin Laden. He slowed a little at the last second, skidding in the snow, rearing up. He was hoping his hooves would tear the flesh of the stallion's sides and break his ribs. The fever of battle was starting to get at him, working him up into a frenzy. He whipped around, and trotted back to his old spot. He spread his legs, bracing himself for any impact. He smirked at his soon to be victim, and laughed a little. Oh yes, it was about to get good.


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Omen wins by default.

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