| Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5 |
| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE |
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Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate
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01-22-2014, 06:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-22-2014, 06:36 PM by Hector.)
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No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
The resonating ring of hooves striking cold, hard stone heralded the end of Hector’s evening shift by The Sanctuary’s gaping entrance- a responsibility which he had assumed gallantly to safeguard those more helpless who huddled below. His presence was due in the room found (so far) to be the deepest in the underground cave network bedding those who had not succumbed to the hungry darkness above; and he fell rapidly and eagerly into the room’s shimmery, shifting light. Bright, peeled amber eyes looked quickly for Megaera who had agreed to this spar, and with clicking strides he swooped towards the waterfall whose delicate spray was light and quite refreshing.
Already the grimness of the thoughts and reservations circling his mind began to fade; the threat of the wraiths and the swallowing nature of the noxious cloud was an inescapable notion and all the while he patrolled the mouth into the Heart, that danger pressed heavily upon him. Sparring had always been his stress relief. Even as a colt burdened by ridicule and rejection, clarity and peace (ironically) had been found through such half-meant lashings- and he looked forward to this meeting because much stress had been pent up recently. Tasting only briefly the chilled, uplifting fluid of the waterfall, the chestnut stallion moved to explore more closely the details of the room.
Veci had not descended into the depths with his partner on this occasion. The Boggart still trawled through the rippling, dry heat of the region above, tasked to watch constantly for wraiths whose passage strayed too close to their refuge. There was no murmur between their bound minds, and Hector knew that all was as well as could be.
Set in the Sunken Falls. No magic or companion use. Hybrid Dice system please, here.
Word count: (edited) 281
Attack: 0/3
Defence: 0/1
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• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
| Absent Abyss atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 4.5 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 h :: 8 [Birdsong] HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Gwaihir :: Golden Eagle :: None
Laine |
It was an odd day indeed that saw creatures of the sky do battle with each other underground, but these were odd times. Just as Meg had found a home and a family to call her own, it had been threatened. She’d not even been able to meet every member of Dragon’s Throat before they had been uprooted by the spreading darkness. In the weeks that followed the move to the caves, Megaera, always a restless young mare had grown downright frustrated. She wanted to fight this new threat head on, not hide in the caves, but these creatures could not be beaten by strength or speed. She had tried to exercise her black mood out, but even regular patrols and shifts at the Sanctuary’s entrance had done little to help.
She needed to hit something and thanks be to the Sun God that Hector had offered to spar. Her dark hooves clapped along the stony ground as she made her way through the series of caves and into the chamber. Hector was easy to spot in the dim room, with the flames that shimmered in his mane and tail. “Well met, Hector.” Her low voice echoed slightly through the cavern as her head dipped in a respectful nod.
She said nothing else, and stopped several strides away from the stallion. Remember Meg, it’s just a spar. she had to remind herself. She’d never actually fought one on one before; her devilish brothers had always ganged up on her, four stallions for a single filly. Hector dwarfed them all, but even so, this would be a very different fight from what she was used to. She was a fighter, sure, but with the help of seasoned warriors like Hector and Gaucho and Midas, Meg might one day be a true Soldier for the Throat.
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Word Count: 304
Attack 0/3
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FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Megaera in all posts ::
| Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5 |
| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE |
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Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate
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No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
The clatter of Megaera’s arrival drew rapid response from the waiting stallion. When her fudge-brown form emerged through the entryway amid a tangle of unavoidable echoing, Hector was examining the light as it twirled and danced playfully in rich shafts across the moist slate-grey floor. Quickly his face ascended, fiery ochre eyes darting across the room to find her, and above them, roaming ears stiffened at the stroke of her low greeting through the steady roar of the tumbling water. "Megaera..." he reciprocated amiably enough in tone. His naturally guarded expression (poker-face even) did not shift however, and the tawny giant also nodded his considerable skull to conclude the initial formalities.
Already he had taken time to assess the cavern surrounding- it was generous in size and the ceiling appeared to sit high enough should he need to throw back his heavy bulk into a rear; so early on however, this seemed unnecessary.
She paused some distance away from him, several strides in fact, and Hector’s haunches clenched quite visibly with a discreet, but unmasked lean to the left- for the moment he wished to persuade her that his key intention was a launching attack in that same direction. A vast and variable lineage had gifted him with fluid grace and manoeuvrability; his effortlessly proud carriage portrayed this well, and he had honed such limberness through years of training- using it now artfully to his advantage.
All at once the orange giant sprang forward; with wings unfurled and lifted beyond reach- they offered balance, though mostly their spread was an instinctive defence. Fire licked wildly through the flail of his flaccid mane and the fibres lining the plume of a snapping tail, as adrenaline began to surge through the network of veins unseen. Hector focused his intent as hopefully he neared her front, careering right abruptly to slide rather loosely around parallel to her left side. His neck arced brilliantly as large heavy hooves scrambled for traction across the cold, mossy moist floor, but it rolled readily as flashing-lashing teeth drew alongside where he presumed her flank to still be- the flimsy last ribs there, their primary target. To him it mattered little if her wing had remained to shield them; undoubtedly a mouth full of feathers would suffice instead.
Either way, the soldier aimed not to maim his brethren- this was play, and the intention was not to cripple their own.
Without hesitation Hector’s long, sturdy limbs continued- he was much, much larger than she, and needed to clear Megaera’s well-fleshed, attractive hips with his barrelling fore-quarters before he could finalise the attack formed in his mind. Shoulders flexed comfortably as weight was thrust forward upon them, and skilful eyes watched her body so that the timing-reliant attack did not fail. The dimpled bulge of his whiskered chin tucked quickly and snugly towards his breast as the long, stiffened ears above folded back into a flurry of harmless flames. Hector bucked out when he figured her left knee or elbow to be in range of his hind-hooves, though the burst of energy was checked and considerate of the weak pool of stamina he had to draw from.
Four hooves rattled in violent succession, shattering the steady roar of water as each found again the cold cave floor, and he pushed delicately away with adjusting, stabilizing wings, from his opponent. Already his breath was short, but without the burden of the sun to weary him further this time, Hector slowed his pounding heart rate with some ease.
Word count: 588
Attack: 1/3
Defence: 0/1
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• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
| Absent Abyss atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 4.5 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15 h :: 8 [Birdsong] HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Gwaihir :: Golden Eagle :: None
Laine |
It began. Something in Megaera’s brain clicked into place as she watched her opponent shift his weight. He was preparing for the first attack and she was ready. She shuffled her hooves under her, finding the best footing on the stony floor, and tensed her body, leaning back ever so slightly like a coil ready to spring. The fire-hued giant launched himself forward with a monstrous force; wings unfurled and fires ablaze, creating an intimidating sight. Meg was ready, but was taken slightly off-guard as her slid around to aim for her left side instead.
As the beast barreled towards her, Meg , used her sure footing to hunker down into a half crouch. With her wings pressed tight against her, she presented a much smaller target and was ready to spring forward in an instant. She’d learned this tactic from years of practice; large horses were used to fighting large horses and if they came at her like this, they were just as likely to pass right over her. It seemed to work, the stallion sailed past her, and Meg was able to avoid the snapping jaws that had aimed themselves at her side.
Hector had almost past her completely when she leaped out of crouch, springing forward in the opposite direction that he was headed. It was a fortunate thing she acted so quickly. Out of the corner of her vision, she could just see his hind hooves kick out to collide with her knees. It wasn’t a wild flail of limbs but a well timed and well aimed jab, she could recognize that, at least and she counted herself lucky that they narrowly missed hitting her. She turned as quickly as she could, using her clipped wings to balance herself as her hooves slid on the damp rocks.
Eyes wide and alert, she tried to take in every detail that she could. Hector, despite his incredible size, was agile and quick, but in the second she paused, she could hear the shortness in his breath already. Meg was small for a warrior, but half her lines came from the desert racers and what she lacked in size or strength she made up for in stamina.
She launched herself across the cavern towards him, hooves clattering in a quick succession and adding to the din in the echoing room. He was agile, yes, but maybe she could catch him before he reoriented himself after his first charge. She hurtled across the space, gaining momentum with every stride. As she neared him, she angled her body to move herself around to his left and lowered her head as far as she could. It might have been harder to run with her neck extended so far down, but if this worked she knew it would be worth it.
Meg stretched her neck and bared her teeth as she aimed for the bottom of his front legs. If she could trip him up, his size would work against him, and the damp floor might work to her advantage in that respect. There was no way she could best Hector when it came to muscle, so she knew she would have to use any advantage she might have. After the snap at his front hooves, she let her weight fall back onto her haunches before thrusting herself upward, hoping to force him off balance by ramming her shoulder against his back hip.
She landed hard after her jump and skidded some on a patch of moss. The little warrior flung out her wings to steady her balance, but the mismatched length sent her turning on the slippery floor and leaving her side open to the stallion.
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Word Count: 614
Attack 1/3
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FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Megaera in all posts ::
| Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5 |
| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE |
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Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate
Dream |
01-25-2014, 12:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-06-2014, 02:27 PM by Hector.)
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No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
The actuality of the scenario rehearsed in the privacy of his calculating mind, did not play out nearly as smoothly as he had imagined it should. The waterfall’s ambience; the steady thrum, the wickedly waltzing light, and the mist of froth suspended around its heavy plunge, had perhaps lulled the liver chestnut into some mind-scattering state of folly... (what else could it have been?)
Teeth, unleashed to snap and grind across the warmth of her skin, skimmed only the smooth rush of cold air- those quills might have seemed a fair second target should not she have ducked so brazenly and successfully to evade his reach. Fiery eyes humbled dramatically as his hurtling attack continued quite beyond its initial intent, and he found his jaw clenching only around the sour taste of dismay.
Skidding hooves failed to find any definition in the cave’s dank, unforgiving floor, and his weight had been propelled forward at such a rate that without some lip or groove (or boulder) to catch upon, his footing simply slid on involuntarily forward. The buck was thrown out by defined hind-quarters right as expected, but he had not at all anticipated the continuation of his front. Already Megaera had been able to scoot well clear of his ridiculous fumbling, and the awkward extension of his body to perform the hopeless manoeuvre, resulted only in a wretched collision between chest and stone. His back had been tweaked in the confused wrench of his frame, a ligament there strained perhaps; and all air flushed from his lungs on impact.
A sharp, exasperated snort was purged from the stallion’s heaving breast when he had inhaled enough breath to spare, and automatically his twice-horned skull was hurled backwards to encourage upwards the rest of his miserable, uncooperative corpse. The shimmering tattoos embellishing his throat flared exquisitely as they were exposed to the mischievous light and enormous wings spread by half to thrash through the motion of his rising. As wild whirls of fire tangled mane swallowed his narrow face, Hector wished sullenly that he had cropped the lot when last the thought had entered his head. Deep, harsh gasps began slowly to steady the pace of his breathing.
Standing again in ungainly fashion across the splay of his trembling, indignant legs, the soldier found not the time to shake the mold and mildew from his flinching coat. He turned his bulk around in time enough only to find his opponent (she had escaped brilliantly to his rear), springing towards him; the shrill ring of her hooves flooding obnoxiously the rearward fall of his ears. Formed lighter than he, both by structure and sex, she covered the distance between them rapidly- in much the same time it took his still relatively disorientated self to prepare plainly, and prop back in place.
As Megaera urged observably left before him, captivated eyes watched with growing intrigue from behind the lazy swing of ginger forelock, as her neck forced down her head when she neared; the small hollowed bone looped tightly through the mad flap of her swarthy mane vanished then.
Wings flecked the radiant hue of fire, sat ajar in waiting; hind-quarters balanced readily the reclined bulk of physical weight, and his own nose lowered responsively as peeled lips sailed swiftly forward to bare the flash of white teeth at his cannons- presumably, according to his vantage point. His fore-hooves lifted quickly in an effort to evade the chop of her teeth, though still these did collect callously, the fetlock lacking white. With no time to spare the mare launched a clever mission to knock Hector off balance, and a wry smile curled esteem into his otherwise stony, focused expression.
She crashed well- the orange giant poised still half-high upon clenched hocks swayed precariously in response to the impact of shoulder against bare flexing hip. Still suffering the residual twinges of pain through his back from the blunder before, Hector fell away to the left with feebly drifting wings unwilling to succumb to any danger nearby to her form. He landed heavily on rock with jarring, aching knees- perhaps next time they would battle with the cushion of moss and mushroom in the Glowing Room instead.
As they staggered apart from each other, the tawny warrior flicked viciously the length of his long leonine tail left; towards her face with luck, and then right, away from her, to snap whipping fibres of luxurious plume in her eyes and stun at the least. Already leaning right (the consequence of her barge), he continued to curl clumsily his hefty frame that way, and threw out yet another, lopsided buck to collect which of her legs might have lingered behind within reach- or better yet her wing or ribcage; in the wake of her attack.
Word count: 797
Attack: 2/3
Defence: 0/1
EDIT: just wanted to note that Laine has as long as she needs to reply <3
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• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
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02-23-2014, 06:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-02-2014, 09:54 PM by Official.)
Default win to Hector, 0.5VP
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Peace in war [spar- Hector vs. Megaera]
