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[JUDGED] [Grave Champ: Parelia] Where Have All the Good Men Gone?

Parelia Posts: 210
Outcast atk: 6 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.3 :: 7:: Frostfall HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Penna :: Peregrine Falcon :: None Parelia
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Today was going to be an awesome day, it was the start of the championship. She was dressed and painted up to pay tribute to the Moon Goddess of the world. Her muscular round rump was painted to look like a full moon. The colors on her rump range from silvery white to yellow and black. They painting is so detailed it looks like it would have taken days to complete. This isn't the only piece to her costume just the largest. Strapped across her left shoulder hanging against her foreleg, above her cannon bone, is a quiver with six sharp arrows. They are hunting worthy and she has been thinking of ways to use them in the fight. The cream and teal streaked mare had two more article of clothing on her body. One being a silver chain, woven with morning glory flowers, that takes the shape of a crown with a rock shaped like a crescent moon on her head. The rock sits on the swirl on her forehead and wraps around her ears. She also has a silvery cloak that is held on by the crown upon her dome clasping onto the chain with thick links. The silver cloak covers her wing joints making it so that the glass bands covering them cannot be seen. 'I'll grab one of those arrows in my mouth and try to stab her, see what I can do to make her bleed and slow her down.' Her thoughts were more for Penna's sake then herself. 'Are you going to fight or sit out?' The falcon thought about this as they flew towards the meeting spot beside his bonded. 'I fight if need me.' She smiled softly at him before cantering steadily onward.

As the pale flaxen and red mare appeared around the corner the mare laughed for a moment as she took in her flowers and braids. Shaking the happy laughter away the winged dove watch as her opponent moved easily into a canter. The flaxen maiden was almost a hand taller and did not have any wings. Smirking Parelia threw her own body forward, after she was done circling, lunging as the mare did aiming alabaster teeth for the hands prints. The mare's teeth, if she hit right where the appendages connected to the flesh and three inches above that, she would find solid glass and turquoise stones. Parelia tried her best to clamp her teeth on the skin around, wings should have been. The mare's extra kick, of push off of power, threw her own smaller body off balance for a moment. Pain gripped her side where the mare's teeth as well as body had connected. If teeth had caught flesh, blood would be running under her ripped silver cloak.

Anger gripped her causing small ears to lock back onto her dainty skull. Screaming her displeasure the cream mare allowed her blue flames to erupt over her body burning white hot. She hopped to hear screams of rage and pain pierce the air around her. Lunging to the right she pressed her body forward running just long enough, about five feet, just enough to gather the speed to launch into the air. Her left wing dipped to towards the ground spinning her body around quickly to face the mare. She had no real quarrel with her, they were herd sisters, but this was important. It would show she could hold her own. Throwing her hovering body forward her teeth flashed in anger daring her to come forth and try again. Waiting until the last second she dropped so low her extended legs brushed the ground attempting to body slam the mare's chest(or side if she turned). She hoped to knock her off balance, so she could drop onto her fallen body with all of her hooves. If she did not fall she would allow her momentum to carry her past the mare and whip around for another attack.



"Speach" ’Thoughts’ 'Penna'
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Notes: Parelia is dressed as Artemis the greek goddess of hunting! She has a quiver on strapped with leather around her left shoulder, her rump is painted like a moon, she is silver chain, woven with morning glory flowers, with a rock shaped like a cresent moon on her head. The rock sits on the swirl on her forehead and wraps around her ears. Also Penna is just flying around in a circle watching to see if he needs to help.
Attacks: 1 of 2
Closing Defense: 0 of 1

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RE: [Grave Champ: Parelia] Where Have All the Good Men Gone? - by Parelia - 10-12-2014, 11:15 PM

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