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I Knew It Would Come to This;; Iofiel x Judas
Topic Started: Nov 18 2011, 06:52 PM (451 Views)
Przewalski
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It was amazing how little fear she felt; as she wandered this stretch of decay and death. The land and sky seemed to hold a similar gray overcast color, allowing for the brilliant reds to show through, as the different equines bled to death or tore at each other's flesh. She was not optimistic in the least bit of her escaping with her life and with the freedom to be free from Viral and his family. She was happy Otheos decided not to follow her here and witness the battle to take place. It would upset her and most likely distract her; but she mused gently to herself, as she made sure to over exaggerate her feminine features to keep Judas amused, that her first and last child were simply abandoned as she dealt with her situations of raising other stallion's children by Viral. She regrets having abandoned Gethin, but she could not separate him from Paisley and he was the first born son of Rowan. Surely the zebroid stallion, would be a bit miffed if his first born was raised elsewhere.

She came to a pause, when she was sure the area they stood in could not be used to either of their advantages. She turned to face Judas, who would be approaching just shortly behind her, she would let him have first strike. This was simply a battle and she knew her life would most likely be the price. She waited for him to come into hearing range before speaking.

"If I am not dead by the end of this, you can keep me."
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Judas cannot say that he is sorry to leave the Province and the reek of overactive testosterone behind. And while he would much rather just drag this pretty pony back to the Corner and skip indulging the mare with this battle, he couldn't help but wonder how much fun he could have with the situation. Draw it out a little. Land a few extra hits. Give her pretty face some ugly scars.

The wicked grin on his face stems equally from these nasty thoughts and the swing of her hips in front of him. She would probably never bear him a foal, not that he would lower himself to procreating with a mare dumb enough to screw a rogue stallion, but he didn't mind. He could insinuate that eventually she would crack. That she'd have no other option lest it be losing her sanity. In fact, he considered putting in into his battle terms right along with an insult. If nothing else, it might further distract her.

Her comment makes him laugh outright. He would try not to kill her, but she was tiny. Barely horse-sized in the scheme of things, and a female to boot. She didn't stand a chance against his 16.2 frame, lithe stockhorse build, and youthful brawn. Even if he did hold back – which he didn't really plan to do – he ran the risk of seriously damaging her.

"If I don't accidentally kill you today, you owe me a child of my own. After all, you don't seem to mind strangers." Another chuckle leaked through his lips and he resumed stalking forward, pressing closer to the mare while staying tantalizingly out of reach. A compartment of his brain, freed by adrenaline, opened up to take in the extra components of a battle. He watched for her to shift her weight, to breathe, to look at him. The tenseness of her muscles, the tiny movements that preceded an attack did not escape unnoticed. Genetically powerful and trained by Viral and a host of equally matched brothers, and fueled with a burning desire to maim with no restraining compassion left Judas unmatched. He was nothing the battlegrounds had seen before.

"Or maybe," He said quietly, knowing that in the current silence of the battlegrounds that his voice would carry over the sound of his hoofbeats. Subtly, his circle dipped in and he was trotting lithely beside her, hopefully drawing his ivory white coat against her mottled one to halt with his shoulder against her hip. Judging from her reaction in the Province, and the natural tendency of any horse, let alone a mare, to turn away from this kind of confrontation, Judas expected her to whirl away to the left and was already rising into his attack.

With gusto, he rose quickly onto his hindlegs and pushed upward, leaning toward her body at the height of his rear, in the direction where he assumed her body would be with the instinctive familiarity of any mature stallion. However, instead of wrapping his strong forelegs around her in a tender embrace, he attempted to bring both of them down vertically onto her spine, with the hope that even if his forelegs didn't hit their mark, that his hooves would still scrape down the sides of her body and leave marks as the weight of his mature figure theoretically crashed onto hers. His intention was in the best case scenario, to break her back and paralyze her or at least stun the spinal cord, causing a momentary paralyzation that would wear off in a few minutes.

"Maybe it's just the act itself you crave." Time suddenly sped up and his forelegs were on the ground, but he was unsure whether she had been below him and if the attack had landed, or if she had spun the other way, out of his reach. Furthermore, he wasn't sure how graceful of a landing from her back (if he'd attained his goal) that he'd managed. Almost as an afterthought, he kicked out his hindlegs with no intention of really hitting anything. In reality, all he wanted to do if she was behind him was to ward her away from attacking immediately.

However illogically, he felt triumphant, and few strides carried him forward so that he could spin to face her. Just waiting for her next move.
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Przewalski
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Due to Przewalski having no internet; this battle is unfortunately over. However, at this present time Iofiel survives and unfortunately has to go to Judas.
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