the Rift


spring brings splendor; [Deodat Spar]

Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie
#1

It all comes down to a single moment,



Complacency had come with the crown, a tempting offer that she often admired from her inner windows and discarded. It had almost had her this time, the soft lull of its song allowing her to bask in the soft sunlight alongside the lake for long hours, gathering wind in her dark hair and disregarding all physically demanding duties for nearly a week now. Still, such laziness had a toll on a woman who had lived her life with steel bared, the need to run and hone her muscles pulling on her and driving her to the knoll she had seen many sessions unfold on in her years among the mountain kin.

Wanting to test out her newly placed corporals, in particular handsome and charming Deodat, she moved with motive; it had been too long since she’d stretch her legs in a true fight, a battle with another wielding a blade, and she was quite pleased with her innovation to challenge one of her peers to a friendly match today.

It would do them all well, to bond in such ways. She had avoided friendly trysts since the unfortunate turn of events during her spar with the Reaper, his filthy touch rending her heart with outrage and disgust towards his indecency. It was against her firm rules of conduct to use magic on herd members who could not return the blows with mysticism of their own, and even then, it was discussed with one’s partner before used, planned for, anticipated as a means to hone ones ability to utilize it. No “family,” however thinly gilded by the guise of a common herd place they may be, should be subject to what she had been, and for that she would hold a grudge against the dark stallion for the rest of time.

Or just until she managed to zap him with a few bolts of her own when he least expected it.

Cresting the hill, the young grasses soggy with melted frost beneath her hooves, she calls for her chosen opponent of the day. ”Hail, Deodat!” she chimes, feminine voice cheery and welcoming, ”I’d have a dance, good sir!”

She'd even be benevolent and allow him the first strike, preparing herself for the arrival of the Corporal.

[0/3, 379 words.

Setting: Aurora Basin, just south of the lake on a small hill. The ground is soggy from melting snow, some of which remains in patches.

Hybridized System, 3 posts + closing defense. Normal time limits.

OCC: Weeeee I got it up! I chose Deo first, I hope you don't mind!]

@[Déodat]


               I L L Y N X               

the strong will fight and the weak will run.


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Magic/assault allowed to be used on Illynx at any time, in so far as it does not kill or seriously maim her without my permission. 

Déodat Posts: 174
Absent Abyss atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17 hands :: 12 HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Odette :: White German Shepherd :: None Minx
#2
déodat,

New titles meant new responsibilities, it meant others were looking upon you. Déodat had held titles once before, in days long ago, memories that were both bitter and sweet. As was usual for the Blood Prince, he had been spending the first hours of his day patrolling and grazing. At his side was his white pup, Odette, the shepherd was growing and with her new size grew new heights of energy. Once she grew older he knew there would be great benefit to her boundless spunk and need to run. If he could harness it properly, he would have a suitable war hound at his side. Of course he had grown fond of the creature despite their conflicting personalities, he found her to be good company in the most peculiar of ways.

The pair walked in step at a lazy pace, for the most exciting thing they had seen upon patrol was a squirrel that had decided throwing nuts at Odette would be fun. Déodat let the thing pelt her with it’s acorns for brutal lessons were the best ones, but even the assault from a squirrel hadn’t put a damper on the shepherd’s mood. Nothing seemed to tucker her out, no matter how far they patrolled. He snorted and shook his head as he glanced down at the dog who was looking up at him with a gleeful expression.

A familiar voice broke the silence that had formed between the bonded pair. Déodat’s ears perked forward at the sound of his name, and his interest was piqued at the identification of the one who’s voice it was. Lady Illynx, the golden queen of the Basin, one of the few in the frozen land that had earned his respect. She was a powerful woman, and admittedly an attractive one at that. The Blood Prince quickened his gait to a slow trot, as he went he scooped up Odette in his jaws and dropped her onto his shoulder. As he drew closer to the queen he deciphered the second words she called out.

“A dance you desire, a dance you shall have,” Déodat said as he stopped before his leader. Carefully he placed the white pup onto the ground and gestured for her to run off and play elsewhere.”Shall I show you my waltz? Or are you more of a tango sort of woman?” His words were light and teasing, it had been far too long since friendly words had passed from his lips. It had been even longer since he had, had a friendly spar. True there had been one with the behemoth of a soldier, but he wouldn’t precisely call it friendly it leaned more toward a test.

Once the Blood Prince knew that Odette was safely off to the side, he went in for his first attack. He reared up onto his hindlegs and came down toward the earth using that earth rattling magic that had been granted to him upon his promotion. As the earth began to rattle, Odette released a loud yelp and charged off in fright. Later he would have to hunt her down, but there were other tasks at hand. Déodat hoped his stomp had thrown the lady off-guard and he charged forward at a canter aiming toward her right side attempting to drive his shoulder into hers as he went.


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[1/3 0/1
@[Illynx]
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Summary: Uses war stomp and then charges toward Illynx hoping to thrust his right shoulder into hers.]

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Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413
Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie
#3
illynx,
He offers her words before the fight commences, the Lady smiling sweetly to his playful retorts to her command; his white pup is placed on the ground between them, and she glances at it a brief second before returning words to Déodat’s own. ”Either way, I think you’ll have four left hooves,” she giggles, prancing back a pace with elegant features angled oddly at the Corporal, shoulders squared and frame prepared to react to whatever the man might throw at her as the dance she’d requested begins to a fierce tempo.

His glance to the pup is her cue to step; she drives hard to the left with her forelegs held close together and streams towards his left side as his frame rises into the heavens. It’s an odd move, one that earns him a glance through a golden lens, something that foreshadows magical abilities, as she is entirely out of the range of his raised hooves. Pulling her circle wider as he comes to earth, she finds the soil of her valley writhing beneath her, forced to slow her pace or succumb to its roiling.

Golden limbs flash gracefully as she rides the undulating earth, still attempting to circle around nearer, though Déodat does not wait for her to arrive. She smiles, pleased with his initial assault tactic; it is heavy and unforgiving, the sort that forces the opponent to evade or suffer the consequences. Luckily for her, this is not her first tango.

Suddenly she drops her rump to anchor herself, almost immediately stalling her forward progression with many small flecks of dirt rising from the digging of her hooves, the soft soil shredding beneath her sudden change in velocity. His aim was true; has she not seen him in time, he’d have surely impacted her shoulder and caused the smaller mare to see stars. In one swift motion, however, Illynx spared herself any pain for the time.

Rising upwards and shuffling back on her still lowered haunches, she rises to full height (barely enough to suffice the instance, mind you) just as her Corporal nears her vicinity, narrowly missing the collision to such a degree that she feels the breeze of his body ripple the still winterized hair of her belly. Utilizing her raised position, she drops heavily with her front hooves tight together, hoping to land a strike on his passing left croup or hip, increasing what slight damage they might inflict on the ruby horned stag by working in unison, should she manage to land the hit.

Feeling her sacred valley beneath her again, she pushes forward and right with horn lowered, it’s tip angled to avoid drawing blood; as she is apt to do in spars against her family, she aims to slap it’s length along the same hip she’d attempted to maim with her hooves, bruising rather than tearing.

They were worth more to her whole, she thinks, bitterly remembering her last spar with Deimos, silently vowing beneath her delighted smile to never fall so low as Lord Death.

[ 1/3; 509 words:
Summary: Illynx rears up and steps back to avoid Deodat's charge, his War Stomp slowing her forward progression and nearly throwing her off her balance. While rearing, she brings both hooves down towards Deodat's left hindquarter, and then moves forward and right to strike at the same hind with the flat of her horn.

Magic Uses: 0

OOC: For spars, yes! :D I like to try and be as expedient as possible. ]

@[Déodat]
intending to burn - pretending to fight it
everyone learns faster on fire

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Magic/assault allowed to be used on Illynx at any time, in so far as it does not kill or seriously maim her without my permission. 

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#4
3 weeks have passed. This battle defaults to Illynx.

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