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Show me - Tembovu - 05-24-2016 Tembovu
Half amused, half concerned eyes watched the retreating forms of d’Arcy and Calor. The young red filly and young mahogany stallion. Though d’Arcy was Nyx’s daughter, he had at one point believed her to be his own. And he had been there for her birth… So it was a strange attachment that he had to her, and her twin brother. Once the youth’s oddly paired haunches faded into the mists into the general direction of South towards the Rotunda, his eyes drifted back to Raeden. The pale, golden beauty was admirably quick and vicious to defend the Edge. Though she had claimed no proclivity towards fighting— in fact, she seemed to hold more propensity for stealth, if he recalled from the meeting and from Iona. It was these thoughts that made an onyx brow rise as he studied the bright teal eyes that peaked out from silken ivory tendrils of forelock. The smallest of lopsided smiles crooked his broad muzzle, “I’d no idea you were so protective, Raeden,” his warmly amused voice rumbled into the mist between them. Suddenly he shifted, haunches swinging away so that his broad chest was facing the beautiful woman. Though she was smaller and slighter than he (many were), he still felt a sudden urging in his barrel. It was a reprieve from the layers of guilt, doubt, and apprehension that plagued him. It was a need for battle. A refreshing crossing of blades against one without wings. Against a woman who was keen to protect the Edge. “Is your horn as sharp as your threats?” His grin grew full-fledged as his neck bowed, corded muscles bunching and inviting her to show him that she meant the fierce words she had thrown at the intruder. WC: -- A: 0/0 Setting: WE's forested borders, moderate mist Damage tracker: --- Once more into the fray
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Spar for @Raeden follow this thread. So it's maybe late morning/midday in the forests at the borders of the Edge with moderate amounts of mist. Feel free to make the first attack! And I'm fine with both magic & companions, if you are! RE: Show me - Raeden - 05-26-2016
RE: Show me - Tembovu - 06-11-2016 Tembovu
Navy eyes watched the slight shrug of her slender shoulders as she answered him, speaking of familial love and her sister. His silvered buckskin hide instinctively rippled as her assessing blue eyes travelled over it and his own muzzle quirked up in response to her lovely smirk. Navy eyes dropped to the sharp, opalescent horn point aimed at his broad chest. The lilt of her voice as she questioned him stirred something deep in his barrel, but before he could react to any masculine urges, shock replaced them when the pale palomino and her bright companion disappeared before him. Cloaked in magic, the noise of his opponents’ moves bounced between the trees. Black-rimmed ears swiveled and twitched, trying to locate his sleuth; great skull drew up, navy eyes widening in vain as they tried to see the unseeable. Nostrils flared, but scent told him only that the deer and mare were close. It did not reveal their positions. And so the King was helpless to prevent the sudden, light scraping of skin on his sides. The many tines of Tin’s antlers barely rose high enough to scrape along the bottom of his barrel, leaving annoying welts more similar bug bites than battle wounds. Raeden’s sharp horn, however, left a thin, shallow slice through his thick hide that traced along the back marking of his barrel. The wound was bright white, at first, against the onyx marking, but quickly switched to red as blood slowly welled from broken vessels in his skin. A harsh snort pushed out his nostrils, but it was overwhelmed by Mbwene’s infuriated trumpet. Indeed, the small pachyderm that had been hovering behind the King immediately charged the cerndyr the moment his camouflage lifted, despite the mental commands of Tembovu for her to stay out of the fight. She was still a calf! Her young skin could easily be ripped by the Tin’s sharp tines. But, with ears waving and small tusks brandished, the tiny matriarch ignored her bonded and tried to catch the deer off-guard with her charge. The King, likewise, tried to catch his opponent off-balance as his haunches immediately bunched and lashed out towards the source of Raeden’s horned attack— to his left. Though she was still cloaked by Tin’s magic and his double-barrel kick was blind, his broad hooves and giant hind end covered enough area for him to hope that he’d land a blow on the invisible woman. “Good, Raeden,” his words came out on a grunt, exhilarated despite the sluggishly bleeding wound on his side, “I didn’t know you could hide in plain sight.” A roguish grin plastered on his muzzle. WC: 443 A: 1/3 Setting: WE's forested borders, moderate mist @Raeden Summary: Tembo aims a double barrel kick in the vicinity of invisible Raeden when she runs past him and Mbwene charges Tin when he becomes visible Damage tracker: Welt on right barrel, skin on left barrel Once more into the fray
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RE: Show me - Raeden - 06-14-2016
@Tembovu RE: Show me - Tembovu - 07-02-2016 Tembovu
The solid connection of his ivory hooves against Raeden’s slender, pale golden sides sent a jolt of satisfaction shuddering up through his legs and haunches - at least he had not lost all his skills on the battle field. It would be sad day, indeed, when the old Elephant General would retire from sparring (though he could not help but think that day may come sooner rather than later, as a niggling concern for Raeden’s ribs followed closely on the heels of his satisfaction). Ears flicked backwards to catch the subtle change of her labored breathing in response to his kick— though, more importantly, he heard her snap at Tin to leave the charging Mbwene alone.Though his elephant calf might need to feel the sting of battle wounds in order to heed any of the King’s future warnings and commands, his soul was tied to closely with her own and his paternal instincts roared too loudly in his skull to allow such consequential realizations to come to fruition. So it was with relief that his navy eyes left his gleaming, beautiful opponent to find the colorful deer disappearing into the trees. The cerndyr avoided Mbwene’s clumsy and youthful charge, drew the enraged calf further into the Edge’s thick forest, and led away from the unicorn’s battle. His head snapped back to the ever-alluring sleuth’s suddenly seductive voice and equally captivating smile, her thickly lashed teal eyes shamelessly traveling over his frame (a frame with muscles that were sadly soft from disuse). Though his tongue seemed in perfect working order as it had seen more exercise than his once battle-hardened brawn. And his ears, they swiveled and twitched at the play of her words—an enticing distraction to the stallion’s mind, and an effective one. What other things didn’t he know about the surprise-laden Raeden? And this lull, this brief and sensual distraction, allowed the woman’s shockingly swift movements to bring her in close quarters to his already lightly injured left side. He tried to duck to his right, away from the mare’s advancing sharp horn and lunging teeth, but she was already too close and had too much momentum. He succeeded only in a half-step to the right with his forehand before her gaping jaws closed on the thick, meaty muscle on his shoulder - just behind the line of his withers. A low groan rumbled in his chest and pushed out of his now pain-flared nostrils, as her teeth grabbed and ripped at the hunk of flesh at the juncture of shoulder and barrel. The woman’s mouth now held more bite then pleasing purr as skin and flesh parted, leaving a ragged wound that briefly stole his breath. Mottled muscle and fat screamed as it became exposed to air, blood quickly and eagerly welling and overwhelming the wound. Red stained his ivory coat as the wound leaked down his heartgirth. His body screamed at him, and he obeyed its demands, swinging his massive frame away from her attacking body. His haunches swung to his right while his shoulders bowed right and tried to pull away from her vicious teeth. He curled his thick neck hard to his left, towards the woman’s body that had approached his left side and had put them in a t-like formation when she attacked. His own, large teeth bared and his thick, sharply-spiraled horn aimed to return some likeness of flayed skin to her own left side. Though his awkward angle didn’t allow the full force of his mass or muscle to drive his attack. A: 2/3 WC: 597 Damage Tracker: small welts on right barrel, superficial skin wound on left barrel, deep bite/flesh wound on left shoulder Summary: Mbwene disappears with Tin; Raeden's attack opens a nasty bite wound on his left shoulder; he moves to his body to the right and curves his neck to his left to attack her left side(neck, shoulder, etc) with his horn/teeth. @Raeden Once more into the fray
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RE: Show me - Blu - 07-29-2016 Time limit exceeded. Raeden defaults to Tembovu. Tembovu earns +0.5 VP. |