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[JUDGED] The Brothers Grimm [Challenge- Eris]

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Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#1
You hate her. You hate her with every ounce and fiber of your being. You hate her from hoof to head, from nose to tail, even your horns reverberating with seething rage at the very thought of her. You have tried to remain calm, you have tried to distance yourself, you have tried to be patient. But patience can only take you so far- you are a warrior through and through. Words are fine and talking is all good and well, but when the going gets tough, you fight. And if this is just another challenge, if this is just another bump in the road, you will face it head on and you'll meet the challenge with all the strength that you possess. After all- you're Oxy and you're not afraid.

You've been gone- a day, a week? It doesn't matter, you're back now and your boiling veins have not settled at all. You stomp the path to the meeting ground, thankful that it seems to have cleared out since the last big gathering. That's all you would need is a bunch of obnoxious spectators to get in the way. You're also thankful the snow seems to have melted a little, the winter season drawing to a close. As you move, you can feel your shod hooves pressing into the semi-frozen ground, giving you traction, aiding you in your forward momentum.

In your head, your boggart companion sends you a flurry of emotion ranging from fright to disdain but you ignore them all. She thinks you're rash, that you are jumping into this too soon, but you disagree. Sooner is better, now is best. If you wait then Red will think she's gotten the best of you, she'll think that she actually deserves the position she's been given. But if you attack now, if you take her down and make her beg for mercy on the ground, she knows. You were meant for this position, it's yours and she has taken it. Fuck tournaments, fuck working harder for something you've already worked so hard for. It comes down to this and you're not backing down.

A blood curdling scream flies from your lips as you begin to trot around all wild-eyed. You toss your head and flick your tail in an egregious display of chaos. “RED,” you bellow out, remembering how she tried to seduce you, tried to make you play her game. But you don't play games. You're no toy, no pawn. You are the game maker, the master, the God of War. You will not play second fiddle to her and she has to know that. Your challenge has been made and you are ready. The bag that settles upon your shoulder, and even it's intoxicating contents, are all but forgotten. You're just high enough to keep your body functioning- and to make Red's wish it wasn't.


Challenge: Primarily for honor, but also for Eris' cape if Oxy wins; magic & companions allowed
Setting: As noted, lightly snow covered ground, a few trees in the clearing near the pond where the meeting was held. Time is early morning with the sun rising behind the mountains.
Post: 0/4, Eris may attack first if she wishes
WC: 477
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Oxy at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.

Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post

Eris_ Posts: 97
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Mare :: Equine :: 15.1 :: 4 Buff: NOVICE
Frostie
#2
I need an interventionist,
To intervene between me and this monster,
And save me from myself and all this conflict,
'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it.
The call caused The Empress to turn around and frown at where the noise had come from. Pressing her chops together, the golden dun moved quietly through The Falls. It was rude the way he summoned her as if she was nothing but a dog. She had better things to do with her time rather than answering the calls of The Mad Hatter. Red she scoffed and rolled her bright blue eyes, true she had been called far more disrespectful things in the past. This was Oxy however, he should be bowing before her and kissing her hooves. The Empress had worked hard for respect and hell she definitely deserved it, this delusional crazy should be begging for a moment of her time. Not demanding her forward. She knew exactly why he was calling her forward...he wanted to battle her for respect. Quite frankly The Empress was not certain she could win against such a large opponent. Oxy was strong, brave and completely insane. The ones who won the war were the ones who were willing to push the limits. Only madmen had no boundaries. That did not excuse Oxy's behaviour, his quite discourteous summoning irked her, and her annoyance grew to anger with each passing second. This would not go unpunished, no; this would be met with pain.

Sneaking up from behind, The General took only a second to let her mind snap. Normally she kept her walls up, kept the crazy tucked away, but if the mad dog wanted to play, who was she to deny him? Trifle with him she would. The enticing scent of blood filled her, the animalistic growl seeped through her lips. Pausing for a moment, her muscles trembling in anticipation, Eris allowed an insane leer to sneak across her lips. The Blood craze already had begun to slither through her veins. Such a large brute...much larger than she was, chaos' mistress didn't have to imagine how much blood was pumping through his body. Saliva filled her mouth, want consumed her body. Her tense muscles trembled as the imagined thought of Oxy's blood filled her. That was all she really had ever wanted from him. The crazed mare strode forward, singing the song of the mad. "Row, row, I'll roll your coat, and spilt you at the seams, I'll eat your brains and your brawn," the heinous laughter burst from her. "When you start to scream."

With each step her excitement, bloodlust and amusement grew. The arena was clear, the bite of morning air nipped at her neck, while her cloak kept her hide warm, it flapped gently around her ankles. The golden glow of the sun rising could soon cause someone to be blinded during the fight. What fun.

Eris' teeth bared as her mind did a quick assessment. Oxy had height, weight, size, bulk and brute strength. She had agility, endurance, speed and experience. Choas' mistress walked past Oxy slowly, comparing their differences, he truly was an impressive beast. The Difference in height meant that she had to keep her attacks low, this way they would cause much more damage. Deciding there would be no greeting given, Eris finally neared Oxy's front.

The Empress came around to face The Mad Hatter head on, a cackle that erupted from her throat echoed around the trees before sinking into the nightmares of children. She stopped before him for a mere second, one last leering smile. If she won this fight he would never rise to general. He would become her dog. Eris launched herself at the mongrel of The Asylum. Pointing her forehooves so they aimed at Oxy's forelegs, Eris screamed a battle cry. Should her hooves hit their mark, The Empress planned to scrape her sharpened and deadly hooves down Oxy's legs, wanting to remove his skin for him. It would go nicely with her cloak. As she flew forward Eris pulled her lips back, baring her teeth once again, his chest was also an open target. Oh how she desired to sink her teeth into the flesh of his chest and taste the life blood that flowed through him. Should she be able to bite her teeth into his chest, The Empress would dig out his heart.

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"Speech"
ERIS
The Blood Empress


Oxy the Addict Posts: 322
Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#3
It's her song that first alerts you to her presence- that ugly, grating noise that falls from her lips. An intimidation factor? Is she trying to scare you? You live among crazies. Hell, they think you're crazy. But you're not. You have a habit, but it's not the same thing, and they've always underestimated you. Lace Face thought you were a pet, the Glass Horn stole your soul thinking you would hate her for it and Rose Red thought she could seduce you and wrap you around her little hoof. But they've all been wrong, all been foolish. Under your hazy eyes and swaying stance is a brain- a working brain- and you use it daily. If only they had been smart enough to notice none of this would have happened. Therefore, you're able to justify things as you always have- making them the fault of someone else.

“The child general sings a child's song. Typical,” you spit back, stopping in your tracks, eyes wide as you raise your head and turn to look at her. But they are not wide with fear, you feel no fear this morning. You feel nothing but raw, pure hatred and you will crush her. You will grind her bones beneath your very hooves, like mortar and pestle she will crumble below you and you will stand above her drinking in glorious victory. And, when you're done, you'll both know why it was you that won and not her. It is because you deserve this, you have worked for it. If Red had the sugar lips, the saccharine sweetness, of your Phantom Seeker you would not be so upset. At least then she would have a skill worth mentioning. But she doesn't. She has nothing, just a name and a faded title. Queen of the Asylum. The title is as much a joke as she is.

You wait too long, your rage too much- the feeling is overpowering, a weakness even. You are reminded of fighting with Snowflake, of wanting to smash her to a billion pieces for making you recall Kellian, for simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Except back then you were detoxing, you had something to distract you, something to bite at your mind when the anger became too much. Now you have nothing, just a boggart you hate and new magic from the Gods. Your body quivers with anticipation as you see Red launch forward, thrashing and screaming, reaching for your limbs. At the last second you make a stupid decision, but one of pride- let her come. You stand tall, not flinching, not moving, as her hooves shred the front of your legs. The skin is torn open, blood leaking down them already. You bite your teeth against the pain but your eyes do not avert from her's. It is a taunt. You can take her, she is weak, her attacks mean nothing. Nothing at all.

It is her head reaching towards your chest that finally spurs you into motion. You push off your powerful hindquarters, lunging forward and to the left, your chest somehow avoiding all but a superficial scrape of Red's teeth. At the same time, you reach within yourself and pray the Gods do not fail you now. You reach for your magic, your blood bursting magic, sending it towards Red if you can, hoping that her very body will betray her. She's taken your blood, let it drip down your forelimbs and escape your body. You'll do her one better. You will try to make her blood leave her without any wounds. If that doesn't put the fear of the Gods within her you don't know what will.

But making the Crimson Bitch fear the Gods is not why you came here. You came here to make her fear Oxy, fear you. Fear of the Gods is healthy. Fear of you will keep her from death. The benefit is clear, if only she will see it. It's simple logic, really.

Hoping that the mare will soon begin to feel the pain of your magic, you waste no time in playing the game. You reach out, biting down, grabbing for flesh, hoping to feel it on your tongue. If you have judged right, your mouth will be somewhere near her withers. For good measure, you throw your right knee up, hoping to jam it into Red's ribs just behind her right forelimb. All the while, the fresh cuts on your forelimbs are moaning and groaning their displeasure. It's a low blow, sure, but invaders won't give her the courtesy of an honorable fight. You won't do her the disservice. Or maybe you just want to see her suffer. Yeah... it's probably the second one.


Post: 1/4
WC: 792
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Oxy at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.

Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post

Eris_ Posts: 97
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Mare :: Equine :: 15.1 :: 4 Buff: NOVICE
Frostie
#4
I need an interventionist,
To intervene between me and this monster,
And save me from myself and all this conflict,
'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it.
Graceful and deadly in flight, The Empress presses her attack. Yet her advance is not feared by the brute. Oxy stands as proudly as he is tall, unflinching, undaunted and undeterred. His bulk does not move as they colide, her hooves shred down the front of of legs. A giggle bursts from her lips as his flesh is torn open, blood trailing down through the broken skin already. "It's raining...it's bleeding." It is the pungent smell of blood that fuels her awoken blood lust further; the primitive desire that is burning brightly within the deep ocean eyes of The Empress. Eyes meet within the heat of battle, it is enough to spur arousing feelings within the vermillion queen. She will have him. His brown knees will bend and his heart will shatter as he does her bidding. Oxy wants to play and dabble in games of power? Then she would teach him how to loose. Blue eyes leave his as she begins to reach towards his heart with her teeth. Now that would look just darling around her neck. This is enough to frighten the pathetic beast before her however, finally he leaps into motion. Lunging forward and to his left, all the vermillion queen feels is the scrape of her teeth against his flesh until they snap closed around empty air. The Empress knows she has to keep moving or risk his psychical retaliation, a scream of frustration, anger and her desire for his blood echoes around their arena.

Her scream is painfully cut short, confusion fills The Empress and fear nips at her heels. Something is wrong inside...blue eyes still trained on the dog narrow in accusation. Breath comes in short panicked gasps, and for a moment her heart pounds faster than The Empress had ever felt. Magic. In her shock and confusion, she does not at first, feel the brute's teeth brushing nape of her neck. Yet her eyes grow wide as his teeth bite down and entered her withers, an angry and agony filled shriek explodes out of her mouth. He dares to touch me? It is enough to force The Empress back into flight. Pushing off with her back hooves, Eris sails past the dog, his right knee swings up, but barely brushes along her right ribs. Panting from the effort, the effects of his magic still causing her fatigue, The Empress slams down into the earth and stumbles on her slightly weakened limbs. 'Fight it you stupid bitch! Her own mind insulted.

Turning around to the right to face Oxy's rear, chaos' mistress pressed herself back into the battle. By now the effects of his magic had weakened and were fading quickly, her strength was returning while blood oozed from his bite. It trickled down from the wound and mattered into her golden coat.

Doing another quick assessment of Oxy, The Empress reminded herself too keep her attacks low. This was were she could become deadly, she remembered her father's lesson. Let them mock you for being short. Use it to your advantage, keep your attacks low and dangerous. Past experience taught her that being short was in many ways better than being a bulky idiot. The vermillion queen was fast, smooth and had a massive amount of endurance. Grinning, The Queen of Blood spurred mind into action. Oxy's hide provided a luscious target, but she was more interested in the lower parts of his back legs. Pushing off her back hooves Eris sprang forward, focusing more on going forwards than gaining height. Speed and precision would be her most lethal allies in this fight. Teeth protruding from her lips, The Empress aimed to sink her pearly whites into his back left hock. As she flew through the air, The Empress also pointed her hooves wishing to match up his legs for him. If her attack met no resistance she would scrape her pointed and sharp hooves down the back of his rear legs. For this challenge she would crush him, ruin him...force to to accept her as his leader.

And she would drink his blood.

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"Speech"
ERIS
The Blood Empress


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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#5
Her constant crowing disgusts you. It's raining... it's bleeding. No amount of overly-dramatic eye rolling would be sufficient to display your annoyance at her whimsy. No number of sharp words would discourage her from acting foolish. Only your physical strength can teach her a lesson. A battle is no place for singing and chanting, for playing games and skipping rope. Battle is for bashing bodies against one another, sweating and toiling, breathing deep and still having your lungs burn for more oxygen. Battle is a lot of things. But it is not for singing.

Finally she seems to understand, her battle cry assaulting your ear drum similar to the way her hooves assaulted your flesh. In retrospect, just standing there was incredibly stupid on your part, but pride got the better of you. You couldn't help it. At least you know you have something to be proud of- your teeth assault her flesh and you feel fur brush against your tongue. You've done well, for the moment. As for the magic, it seems it has served its purpose well and you quickly thank the moon as Red pushes past you, panting for her efforts. It makes you happy, almost gleeful, to know that you can make her suffer even without a physical touch.

For a moment- one disastrously distracting moment- you let your mind wander to the possibility of using the magic on yourself, of feeling that shortness of breath and weakness of muscle, gasping for breath like it's your very life. You imagine the magic in combination with your precious locoweed, one ravaging your mind while the other ravages your body. The idea is tantalizing, welcoming, opening its arms to you, and you instinctively reach your head to the left, to dip into your bag and pull out a vine. The motion is both stupid and lucky. A flash of Eris running up behind you brings you back to reality, reminding you with a violent tug that you are in a battle not a daydream and that you must keep your wits about you.

Your hind limbs try to dig into the ground, to propel you forward and away from her unwelcome advance, but the combination of metal shoes on slippery snow hinders you. You slip. It isn't much, but it's enough. Enough to slow you so that Eris can catch you, sink her teeth into your left hock, make you scream in pain. The bite does not break skin but it pulls on tendons and the sensitive nerves that run with them. Your leg starts vibrating and tingling, feeling plucked like an overused banjo string, then betrays you and becomes somewhat useless in the moment.

Eris' hooves come down nearly in concert with her bite, but you are already in motion with your right hoof, your left one still refusing to respond. She scrapes a third one of your legs, more blood pooling on the surface and dripping down as you fight the desire to run from the pain, to crawl into a hole and eat locoweed until you are numb. But no, you will not give her the satisfaction. So what does one do when attacked from behind? Kick, of course, and you have not failed to notice that the Red General has left her face very exposed. You kick out and up with your right hind. Hard. You hope and pray that you hit her face, that your metal shoe smashes into that beautiful mandible, that you leave her screaming with a multitude of pain that she's never even imagined before.

But one kick is not enough, one attack too miniscule to sate your desire for revenge for her crimes. You return your hoof to the earth and push, careful to pivot on your right hind. Your left hind follows when you ask it, but that seems to be all it is interested in doing at this moment, its tendons still aghast and on strike that they should have been bitten and mauled. But thoughts are stronger than tendons and you will yourself around, all the while lowering your head as you turn, hopefully ending in a position where you face the foul beast that is Eris. Without checking for aim, without gauging your position, you throw your head up, hoping to rake the sharpened tips of your horns across her flesh. To attack without aim is foolish, a child's mistake, but your rage has overcome you and you can't help but to act without thinking.

All the while, your chest rises and falls with increased effort and your leg continues to tingle. You stew over the fact that it will be a rather annoying hindrance until the nerves return to normal function. Dumb bitch. You just hope her face has paid for her transgression.


Post: 2/4
WC: 799
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Oxy at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.

Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post

Eris_ Posts: 97
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Mare :: Equine :: 15.1 :: 4 Buff: NOVICE
Frostie
#6
I need an interventionist,
To intervene between me and this monster,
And save me from myself and all this conflict,
'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it.
The rabbit attempts to run away from her attack but he slips. The great oaf. His leg comes closer, blue eyes never leaving her target. Flying through the air, The Empress bends her neck, opens her lips and greedily hopes to dine on Oxy. Her teeth sink into his left hock, warmth fills her mouth and a noise of pain fills the air. She didn't want to taste his blood just yet though, her teeth let go of his legs but her mind promised more pain. They collide more so now as her hooves had also made contact, her hooves slammed against the skin, forcing it to break against the intense pressure and impact. As she lets go of his left leg, her eyes dart down to inspect the damage done by her hooves. Her beautifully terrible face lights up as a grin spreads across her chops, Eris watches the blood slowly running down his legs. It's a savage grin, full of enjoyment at the blood and the pain the he must be feeling. Oxy wanted to battle her, he would suffer the consequences. She is not quick enough to withdraw her head however, the next thing that choas' mistress notices is the brute's right hoof flying towards her face. Everyone must learn from experience and Eris would never leave her head so exposed again, now however it was too late to even block his attack.

His large and deadly right hoof kicks out and connects with the right hand side of Eris' face. A sickening crunch echoes through the area. Dumb, blind and empty. The state of shock settles over The Empress, before the pain settles in and she returns to her senses. The scream that rips through her lips is full of agony and hatred. It was hard to tell if he had broken any bones, but it certainly felt like he had. The entire right hand of her face explodes in an unimaginable torturous pain as her own body betrays her. The weakness enraged Eris more, she would return the pain if it was the last thing she did. The scream finally stops and Oxy is in motion again, The Empress is still too stunned to move away from him. The Mad Hatter pivots to his right, once he raised his head he would be facing her. As his crowned head raises, the points of his horns dig into her chest. The skin opens and her blood is quick to spill, it is no shallow opening. The light crimson runs down her golden coat, the cold wind whipping and stinging the two lacerations. Her skull however continues to ache more but The Empress forces her lips open to croon and bait the beast once again. "Brother, oh, brother your time here is done." This battle would end with The Empress still crowned, while she smiled, laughed and sung.

Every jolt, movement...touch caused her head to want to spilt in half. Through the pain would The Empress fight, this would show The Mad Hatter just how determined she was. They are face to face, idiot. His already split legs are on display again, he did look so much better with his leg's opened up. If she could move her face correctly, she would leer at him...taunting him. Hissing as her face ached again, The Empress was quick to prepare herself to at the stallion. Her back hooves dug into the ground, bunching up her body for a mere second, until Eris sprang. Oce again Eris aimed more on going forwards than gaining height. The cry from her brown lips is a mixture of pain and battle fury, hooves aimed at his already injured legs The Empress wanted to dig further into his legs...wanted her hooves to travel straight through. As she leaped through the air, she also threw her head up, eyes settled on Oxy's neck. He would actually look even better with his throat ripped out. This she would do for him. Experience had taught her to never take her eyes off of her target, his size was proving to aid him against her attacks. It did not deflate The Empress however, she had speed. Speed helped make her attacks deadly.

She knew when they collided her head would explode in another bout of agony but if she was able to land her attacks it would be worth it. Oxy might have gotten a nearly deadly hit on her, but she was smarter and much more experienced.

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ERIS
The Blood Empress


Oxy the Addict Posts: 322
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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#7
The crunch- the nauseating, bone-grinding crunch- that follows your buck is almost as good for your constitution as locoweed. It drives you, your heart racing faster at the possibilities that await you when you turn around. One vial, heartless part of you hopes that you see massive destruction. You hope to see blood, an eye rolling from a socket, a nose so mangled that the very act of breathing is a chore. You pray to have demolished her facade in such a way that no magic, no power of the Gods could make right what you have wronged. You wish for this because you wish Eris dead, you wish her heart and soul wrecked. She knows what she has taken from you, she knows she does not deserve it, and still she will not relinquish it. She holds the title general against her heart and claims that it is hers. You wish her these evils because she knows what she's doing is wrong and she continues to do it.

With blood dripping from your horns you regain some presence of mind. You attacked without thought before but now you think, you plan, you design. The instant your head is elevated, pulled away from her bleeding chest and taunting eyes, you push off. Your right hind does the work, of course, your left hind a present but mostly useless passenger along for the ride. Her sing-song words are a backdrop to your lunge, a sickening soundtrack that overlays the grinding of bones and the tearing of flesh, but your mind is almost immune to the taunting now. You are driven and focused, thinking only of your next motion, your next attack.

From your right you see Eris lunge forward, her hooves reaching for what might have been your front limbs. You are lucky, and thankful, that you moved and her attack has missed. Your cannons already scream with every stride and protest every time you beat them against the ground. To have them shredded again, torn and mutilated, may be the very death of you. You doubt the healer will be keen to fix you up after this battle, having attacked her general and all. You're going to be on your own for healing, you imagine.

As you continue to move forward, always angling to your left, you feel Red's teeth rake against your right hip. She grabs little more than fur, some skin being scraped but your body being mostly untouched. She may think she has speed against you- and perhaps she would if you had been an untrained foal- but you are battle hardened and your muscles know how best to drive you forward. You almost start to mock her, to call her out for her massive ineptitude, but you decide to save your breath. Your chest already heaves, your body is already damp with sweat. To taunt her is to put forth extra effort that you cannot afford. You'll have to save it for after the battle, when you are looking down at her from above.

But where she has failed, you will shine. You think you are now far enough away to buck- not trusting your left hind to support you should you rear- and so you do. You drop your head down, letting your forward momentum drive your weight to the front as your hinds lift from the ground. Your right rear kicks out violently, aiming for Eris' right ribs if she has not moved, your left one still protesting any unnecessary motion and remaining rather flimsy through the ordeal.

When your hooves land, as you start to turn back to face Rose Red, you cannot stand it anymore. The aches and pains of your injuries are too much, the various throbbing and pulsing sensations weighing too heavily on your mind. Mostly you are strong, but sometimes you are weak. You want to reach into your bag, pull out the vines and numb yourself to your troubles, but you know you don't have time. The few seconds it would take would leave you vulnerable to attack, give Eris the edge she might need to overcome you. But being smart does not save you from being desperate. You need the comfort of the familiar. You reach for a new type of magic than before, and not one that you intend to turn against Eris.

You feel the shock within your brain, although mild as you've tried to control it, the nerves protesting in anger at first, but then succumbing to your will. As if you've ingested the very plants you desire, your brain becomes foggy and distant, the pain still pulsating, but a little less concerning to you now. If there is one thing this life has taught you, it is that drugs are good.


Post: 3/4
WC: 798
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Oxy at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.

Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post

Eris_ Posts: 97
Deceased
Mare :: Equine :: 15.1 :: 4 Buff: NOVICE
Frostie
#8
I need an interventionist,
To intervene between me and this monster,
And save me from myself and all this conflict,
'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it.
Never would Oxy be forgiven for this challenge. The Empress would be sure to make the brute serve for life, he will bend or he would brake. Full of hope as she lunges forward, her hooves reaching for his front limbs wanting to see more of his blood spill. Perhaps she had only been stupid in repeating an attack, Oxy dances out of her reach. His legs are not ripped further open, Eris' hooves slam back into the ground at least helping her control her balance. Her teeth had hit however, this was satisfying even though they did not sink into her originally intended mark. It is a low blow and a shock, truly she was hoping to have ripped out his throat, yet all she managed was a small and hardly lethal bite. This was all a learning experience for her, mistakes would not..could not be repeated. Spitting out the fur that she had collected in her mouth, Eris screams in a vicious fury. How could he be so impossible to target? He was a fucking whale sized idiot, who would torment her forever if she lost this challenge. The mud slashes up around her legs as she wades through the muck, at least the ground was more broken than her spirit. The bite on her withers opens again and beings to leak her life's blood. Still, she would always be in charge of him...one day when she took her family back from the grips of the dragon king and queen of lies, she would be his queen. When this happened she would name Oxy her general and laugh as once again he tried not to be a lap dog. But this battle was now.

The head carrying his rather empty wits drops down, yet all Eris sees is his hind legs lifting from the ground. Snarling in a vicious fury, Eris herself leaps forward hoping to avoid his hooves completely. Not fast enough, is all that crosses through her mind as his hooves smash into her. At least her ribs were safe from his deadly assault. They smash into the right side of her rump, laughter bursts from her lips. It is brash, insane, heinous laughter, if it wasn't for the chuckling, chaos' mistress would have screamed. Landing on the ground, spinning around to face Oxy's rear once more, Eris is ready to press her final attack. "She smiled, she laughed and she sung." Useless twitters. Her rump now continues to ache, but The Empress will not let that stop her from returning an attack. "Come play with me Oxy." She pauses, watching him, wanting to torment him. She would play games, teach him and force him to bend the knee. He would have her as his mistress or she would kill him. Not in a battle like this, she liked to kill in quiet, hidden away where he could cry to no one but the gods. "I'll let you have me...we can play games and try your...flowers." Move! She had been still for too long. Picking up the pace, chaos' mistress charges forward towards his back legs.

A battle scream, perhaps the final one for this fight, screams through her chops. His tail was her target this time, it was thin but it was long enough for her to reach. She would wrap the individual strands around her tongue, clench the hairs between her teeth and rip out every single one out from his ugly ass. Then she would weave the hair into her cloak, forever mocking him of the time she had ripped out his hideous little tail. Mud, snow and gravel flies out behind The Empress' hooves, this time she does not leap for the target, she charges. Her agility and speed where her best assets in a fight (and her fine ass to be sure), to beat Oxy she would use these to her advantage. His height and strength was not something she could match, that much was clear. Once she reached his tail, Eris would not stop. Barrelling into his back legs may force him to the ground, once he was collapsed on the ground she would make him swear fealty to her or they would both see just how black his heart was. For she would dine on his heart and then any other bits of him she liked. The Mad Hatter was hers to torment, tease and destroy. The Empress would take her right and make him despise the day her saw fit to challenge the bloody mare of death.

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"Speech"
ERIS
The Blood Empress


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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#9
Flesh. You feel it under your hoof as the metal beats against her, as your buck is met with a spongy backdrop, as your useless leg follows your body but will not kick. Still, one useless limb could be worse. You could have a mangled face. As your hooves touch the ground again, as you begin to turn to face Red, you wonder if you could hate one horse any more than you hate Eris in this moment. It's almost the hate you felt when you were sober and fighting Elsa, the hate you felt when you thought of Kellian and the Captain cuddling close as they outcast you. Almost, and yet somehow this is more real, because you still feel it when you are high. This emotion is not drowned out, not hidden. It is raw and alive, burning through your veins, pulsing with every beat of your heart, fueling your actions and driving you on even as your body begs for a rest. But you will not rest. You will not stop until you know your enemy has fallen, has been battered beneath your hooves and has submitted to your every whim. You have found Red's taste for blood, now you need it sated.

Come play with me Oxy. You want to answer her, to scream, to reminder her that last time she tried to play games you did not fall for her tricks. You want to remind her failed attempt to seduce you under the guise of naming you General. But one cannot seduce a man with no heart. Besides, your chest heaves too strongly for you to find words right now. You need oxygen like an dragon needs his fire and no matter how much you gasp you cannot keep enough in your lungs to fulfill your body's requirements. For all your training, you still have not found great endurance. A large body does not so readily stay in motion.

But where she pauses, a lack of training evident in her motions, you do not. You keep going, keep turning, fighting against the pain and your hindered gait. You keep going because you are strong, you will stay strong, and because Eris is weak and she always has been. Even in battle she speaks of seducing you, of taking your plants and having them for her own when you do not want to share. She is no warrior. A warrior puts the needs of battle above needs of self. You are a real specimen, a prized warrior. That is why you're sure you'll win.

Whatever happens with her attack, you do not know, but you give her no mercy. She has tried to come upon you and failed, tried to attack you from behind once more, her mangled face apparently not enough of a reminder to her. You want to buck out, to smash her again with your shoes, but your shoulders beg for reprieve and it is a tired trick at this point anyway. As you were already halfway turned, you just keep rotating, hopefully managing to turn to face her before she rushes past you. If you have positioned yourself as you have hoped to, your left shoulder will be next to hers. You simply take the opportunity to lunge to the left, to try and barrel yourself into her, potentially smashing your bag and plants against her side but it would be worth the destruction. You do not try to bite, your nose already preoccupied with trying to gulp air into your lungs. Besides, you are tired, so very tired, and even as you finish lunging you know that you are done.

You are sure that Red knows your superiority, sure that she will not come back for another round of destruction. Either she has learned her lesson or she is a mentally handicapped moron. You suppose you'll find out which in the coming moments. But you trust yourself enough to take a real break now. Every pulsing, bounding sensation of pain drives you to one purpose- drugs. Your magic is not enough. It is good, a substitute for the real thing, but it is not the real thing, and your stomach craves the Locoweed. One, two, three or more plants slide into your mouth, even precious oxygen forgotten for the moment it takes you to grab them. But it is worth it in the end, when you feel their sweet juices sliding down your throat and into your stomach. Sweet rapture, sweet glory, sweet drugs. Your life is complete.


Post: 4/4
WC: 757
OOC: Awesome fight Frostie, this was a mountain of fun, I definitely look forward to more of this in the future :)
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Oxy at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.

Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post

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Mare :: Equine :: 15.1 :: 4 Buff: NOVICE
Frostie
#10
I need an interventionist,
To intervene between me and this monster,
And save me from myself and all this conflict,
'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it.
The attack missed, frustration causes the red woman to scream. She had stayed still for far too long, Oxy had used it to his advantage. Gnashing her teeth against one another, The Empress winces as her face erupts in pain. She hated him, hated the fact that The Mad Hatter had the gall to challenge her. Surely she was superior. Yet Oxy is on the move again, he pivots ready to press another attack. Only Chaos' Mistress just wants it to end, over the entire thought of having to take even one more hit. The Mad Hatter faces her left side, blue orbs with his movements with a calculated spite. He flies through the air, launching himself at her battered side; although clearly he is exhausted. As his massive bulk soars towards her, she feels the bites of terror nipping up her spine. The Empress is about to collapse herself, doubtful she can hold her own against this attack. Barreling into her, she is hardly able to stand against his massive bulk, Eris screams as their bodies slam against one another. His bulk forces her to stumble, as the bag smashes against her side, The Empress to yelps in shock and pain. Enough. Her left burns with the first ounce of terrible pain, eyes blacking out for a few moments before finally she is able to focus again, only all she can feel is the bruisings from his last attack. She can not attack him again, exhaustion had taken it's toll and The Empress could not take another single hit from Oxy without collapsing.

Stumbling away from him, Eris fights to remain upright on her hooves. His last attack had truly nearly pushed her over the edge. Her entire body wants to collapse on the ground and not move for a week. Yet if she shows this weakness then Eris knows for a fact that Oxy will see himself as the stronger and better warrior. Sighing, Eris turns and struggles to move clamy away from The Mad Hatter, she does not press another attack, she is shattered. Instead she turns and watches The Mad hatter began to shove more of his weeds down his throat. For as long as she could remember Eris had looked after this family, this challenge made Eris want to force him to leave the Falls; leave the family, but she would not. Once her anger cooled she would punish him accordingly. Or maybe...maybe she would even give him want he wanted.

"Wanna share?" She could use an escape from the pain.

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Great battle Sevin, look forward to more in the future! <3

"Speech"
ERIS
The Blood Empress


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#11
By my verdict: OXY is the winner!

ERIS
Realism [+1.5]
Overall you have a good grip on fighting and the appropriate reactions and responses, but there were a few small things throughout the fight that brought you score down, and most of it could be amended by just utilizing your time and word count to fully describe something better. For instance in your first post you say:
“The Empress planned to scrape her sharpened and deadly hooves down Oxy's legs”
However nothing in the records says she has sharper hooves than normal, nothing in your post talked about why or how the hooves are sharper than normal, and nothing is even in your profile about it. So, this was marked down because realistically horses do not have sharp hooves.
Then also in your first post you said:
“Oh how she desired to sink her teeth into the flesh of his chest and taste the life blood that flowed through him. Should she be able to bite her teeth into his chest, The Empress would dig out his heart.”
This does not seem to be an attack, just a thought, with the way you worded it, although I know it was meant as an attack, so just be careful with that. Additionally she cannot dig out his heart, she can try, but her teeth are not capable of it so with the way it’s worded it’s not plausible.
Additionally in your fourth post you mention her struggling with mud, but this entire fight it seemed to be snow, so although snow can become mud given the right terrain, it just took me by surprise because all of the sudden that word came out of nowhere with no explanation for how the mud appeared, so although I very much enjoyed you mentioning your surroundings and how they affected you, in the end it was the wrong terrain.

You did do a fantastic job of mentioning the breed and stat differences between Oxy and Eris all throughout the fight, although it was not often that I saw those differences actually used to explain why a certain attack/defense would work out better or worse. You responded well to Oxy’s magic, though I think you could have emphasized it more considering what a surprising and strong attack it is (as you cannot actually see anything happening, you just feel pain). II thought you had a great reaction to the head injury and the critical hit, though I would have liked to see more emphasis on that injury the rest of the fight because at least 2 times after you made attacks that dealt with using her head, which really she probably would have been in so much pain she would have severely guarded her head. I also didn’t see any mention of the damage she took from her critical miss in your last post.

But again overall you had good attacks and defenses and great timing to everything, I was never confused in this fight. So going forward just work on detailing and describing more, even a couple extra words can make a difference, to create the reality for your opponent and your judge that you have in your head.


Emotion [+2]
This fight was really enjoyable to read because of the spiteful relationship existing between Eris and Oxy. I chuckled a few times and definitely found Eris to be thoroughly creepy with all her songs and screams. I did feel your emotion was strongest in the beginning and end post though, so don’t forget to stay with it all throughout the fight!


Prose [+3]
You have lovely writing!


Readability [+2]
Everything was always clear, although your third post was not as strong in regards to grammar and sentence structure, but I never saw any major issues that distracted me or made it difficult to read.


Finally tally: 11+8.5= 19.5 HP

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OXY
Realism [+3.5]
You’ve got great responses to attacks and defenses that make everything seem very plausible and realistic. I think the opening post with Oxy taking Eris’ full attack made sense for the character and the way you described it, but because of that and the dice roll amount I really think more damage should have been sustained. All during the rest of the fight though I thought you took appropriate injury and routinely mentioned those injuries and how they affected you, such as bucking instead of rearing due to that injured back leg that Eris bit down on, loved it! I really enjoyed Oxy using his magic on himself as well, although again, like Eris, I would have expected more of a pain response from it. I also would have liked to see more mention of their breed and stat differences, especially considering how different these two are. You mentioned your surroundings often and even had yourself slip on the snow which I loved, especially as it was due to Oxy’s horseshoes which would normally be considered an advantage. Great job all around!


Emotion [+2]
Oxy is always such an interesting character to read because you portray his emotions so well in every post, and you do not disappoint within a fight. There was a nice mixture of hatred for Eris and Oxy struggling with himself for his locoweed, and his motives for this fight were very clear all throughout.


Prose [+3]
You’ve really got such fantastic writing!


Readability [+2]
All your posts were always easy to read, but you did have a few minor typos that I caught, however overall you had great sentence structure and grammar.
Third post: vile not vial
Fourth post: remember not remembered


Finally tally: 46.5+10.5= 57 HP

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#12
1VP has been awarded to Oxy and Eris' cape is now in Oxy's possession.


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