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what happened here? [ilios x caleb]

Caleb Posts: 135
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
#1


Though he stood under the rays of a bright, Birdsong sun, the hybrid felt far from warm. His insides had frozen over, his heart like cold metal. Even his silver eyes were resembling ice on this midday. Henrietta sat on her haunches, not far away, watching Caleb. She could feel the sudden chill from his end of the bond and it thoroughly freaked her out. The beast had shut her out, a wall dropping over his mind, and Henrietta was every bit uncomfortable with it. When she tugged at his mind, he could feel it, but he never responded, never acknowledged her. The bitch understood her master had been hurt, she had felt it before, vividly. His mental pain had been so taxing to the hound that it almost physically pained her to feel all Caleb’s wild emotions. This is why the titan shut her out. Her dog brain cannot handle the complexities of Caleb’s brain. The hound would never understand what Caleb has gone through, never know what it feels like to have to leave her parent’s at a young age, fight to live. She’ll never be discriminated against or have to worry if someone decides to attack her in the middle of the night because she was wings.

Caleb, who had been standing eerily still, exploded in a flash of movement. His forelegs came off of the ground, lifting Caleb into a rear. His chrome forelegs thrashing around, violently slashing the air. From his lips departed a deep neigh, a scream. The deep sound echoed across the expanse of the shore, alerting anyone who currently stayed in the Endless Blue that Caleb was here, and not to just fuck around. His forehooves slammed back into the ground with an impressive thud, throwing salted sand into the air in the process. The bright and cheery weather was changing, the warm air and calm waves swiftly turning cold and violent, almost reflecting Caleb’s inner mood. The sky was darkening, rain-heavy clouds rolling in, threatening to pour down on Caleb and the rest of the beach. Within seconds, the bottom let out and it wasn’t just drizzling, but pouring. The rain quickly drenched the hybrid and the hound along with all the land around them and the trees that grew slightly further from the shore. Though this wet-sand footing is not ideal for a spar, Caleb does not stand down. Rain has never stopped the hybrid before, why would it now?

When no one approaches Caleb, accepting the challenge he ushered forth in a neigh, his lips part and words pour from them, a much more clear invitation for a spar then a simple bugle. “Face me, opponent! Let us fight until one of us is crowned victorious!” Caleb wasn’t sure who would show up, who would accept the challenge, but he needed it. He needed to see blood, he craved it desperately. His mind was solely focused on sparring, and nothing would stop him now, not even if the prettiest mare he’d ever seen showed up and asked him to stop. Adrenaline already coursing his veins. The hybrid is married to the idea of a spar happening right here, under the ominous clouds. Crashes of lightning are constant, followed by the roar of thunder. If Caleb were very religious, he would surely believe the Earth God to be angry at him in this moment, but since he is not, he assumes this is another storm, equal to all the others, and presses on. The waves smash into the shore will such force that saltwater is sprayed at Caleb who stands only a couple feet from the water. He eagerly awaits the arrival of an opponent, eyes searching the area for someone who will face the 17.1hh brute.

"blah blah blah."
Endless blue, heavy rain & thunder/lightning, midday, 0/3 attacks, 623 words



       
@Ilios

Ilios Posts: 200
Dragon's Throat Informant atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 15 :: 4 (Frostfall) HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Isabella :: Common Rougarou :: Flame Parelia
#2
Ilios
Ever since the fight with the bear god Ilios could only think of fighting. The way his blood had seemed to sing in his veins during the thrill of battle. He wouldn't have guessed this was where his life would take him; the life of a warrior. So here he was on this stormy day out searching for a fight; looking for blood. There would be no taking it easy, at least not with a stranger. A twisted smirk, one the young stallion had never worn before, darkened his handsome features. Why was he so excited, so hungry for blood? He had no idea why the he wanted the destruction so bad. He quivered excitedly as he pressed on through the pouring rain. Normally bright golden and teal pelt was dulled and darkened by rain. Even though his pelt was mutted his silver eyes and glowing metal boots shone bright.

He could hear the waves pounding into the sandy beaches, breaking it down crushing it. A shiver of power ran up the sturdy stud's frame. In his blood hungry brain he changed the waves to hooves and bank to bones. He grinned excitedly as the sound of another came to him. Yes, there was another searching for a fight as badly as he was. Judging from how far away the voice sounded Ilios paused head titled. That voice had a ring of familiarity to it. Sudden the image of a tall lithe but powerful black and cream colt forth. A plan quickly formed as thunder peeled from the sky.

He dropped his head quickly bringing up sandy mud to cover his glowing boots. If he could have the element of surprise he might stand a better chance. He took a deep breath after they were as covered as they would ever get. As quickly and quietly as he could the stud raced forward. Honing in on the position the challenge had come from. Adrenaline and anger roared through his young fit body. He was built for power and endurance, thanks to his mustang and draft blood. It also didn't hurt that he was now used to the sucking sand he was racing over. A malicious grin formed on his muzzle as the boy caught sight of Caleb's white face. 'So, he wants a fight? Well he is about to get the fight of his life!'

He tried his best to stay silent and invisible attacking from the rear. He lowered his hulking head sharp black and teal spiraled horn aiming for the stallion's right side. If he could stab and drag his natural sword, he could do a lot of damage in one go. An added bite to the leg would do as well, if he could manage it. When he was right on the stallion, mere inches away, he let out a war cry that rattled his own bones. He hoped blood would spray, hoped muscle and flesh would rip under his sharp spear. Hoped he would win this fight. Once he had tried to stab and slice the stud let himself fly past the ebony ignoring his idea of a quick bite. Why mess with perfection? Planting his rear legs he spun back to face him. The muddy sand he had placed on his boots now gone, washed away like his hoof prints. His sharp silver eyes flashed angrily as he cried again his sides heaving and thin neck arching.
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OOC: Ilios covers his boots in muddy sand as he races behind Caleb. He tries to puncture his right rump and drag his horn down the side. He says screw the bite he thought about and just tries to run his horn through Caleb's whole right side. Then he turns around to face him.
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#3
@Ilios please ensure you are labeling you attacks, ex. 1/3
Otherwise admin do not know a roll is necessary
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Caleb Posts: 135
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
#4


The element of surprise was not the best tactic to use on a horse bonded to a companion. Henrietta alerts Caleb of the oncoming flurry of horse flesh and feathers by tugging at their connection. Caleb, still oddly disconnected, doesn't take notice of the pull from Henrietta's mind. To the brute, it feels like all of Henrietta's other attempts to get him to open up. He does not know the tug is for an oncoming, volcanic, figure. Her lips tighten and eyes narrow as she decides that maybe her master does need to get beaten up. She is tired of this cold, introverted stallion. Any emotion from him, even anger, would be better than this eerie coldness. Thus, Henrietta smirks, settling back down and watching. The beast finds it odd Henrietta's mental pulls go from urgent to a calm nothingness. For a moment, his heart stops, worried something happened to her. Brows furrow above silver eyes as he spots his companion through the downpour, sitting with a wolfish smirk. Damn her.

The pain is sudden, surprising, his lids flickering shut as the feeling of a sharp horn grazing his side bores into him, igniting his frame with adrenaline and fury, rage. Caleb chides himself, I asked for it, this stallion is just delivering. His right barrel-ribs is marred by a paper-thin cut only about a foot long. His fur is scraped away and in some spots, blood dots the naked skin, only to be washed away with the sting of cool rain. If it were not raining, Caleb predicts this wound would not be disastrous, not dripping down his barrel, cascading in a waterfall of red. The glint of red is almost imperceptible on his soaked, ebony skin. 


Water drips into his steel eyes as they focus on this figure, blinking furiously to keep water from getting inside of them. The figure is recognized as Ilios, a presumably avid recruiter for whatever herd he dwells in. The young stallion turns to face the beast, the edges of his creamy figure blurred by the heavy rain, but Caleb still knows that it is him. "Ilios," he purrs venomously, a saber watching his prey. "how nice of you to join me." A smirk falls on his lips, but Caleb knows this will not be an easy feat. They are evenly matched for the most part, but Ilios is marginally shorter than the beast. 

After a brief pause given by Caleb's odd greeting, the stinging scrape simmers down slightly, the bite of Ilios' horn lessening by the second, the cold rain drops easing the heat that radiates from the slight wound. In a sudden flurry of activity and movement, Caleb lunges forward, jaw unhitched as he ducks to the right, attempting an attack on Ilios' left side. Teeth search for rib-skin as he tries to move past Ilios, hardly making any headway in moving due to his hooves getting stuck in the deep, wet, sand. As he (attempts to) moves forwards, he kicks out with his cloven hind legs, trying to hit Ilios' barrel and cause bruising or maybe a tear in his skin due to the points of his cloven hooves. The combination of a bite and kick is powerful, but with the sluggish conditions, the chance of high accuracy with either attack is uncertain. If Caleb were older, more skillful, perhaps he could have more faith in the aim of his attacks on this rainy day, but many things will up to luck and chance today for the 17.1hh brute.

He continues on for a few sluggish canter strides before sloppily spinning back around, in hopes to face Ilios (or his butt, if he hasn't moved). His hooves send sloppy sprays of wet, muddy, sand flying. His chrome legs would no doubt be covered with mud if it weren't for the rain constantly washing off any spec of dirt, sweat, or blood. His nostrils are flared, lungs inhaling and exhaling with violent breaths. Veins can be seen around Caleb's body as his heart furiously pumps his blood. His legs cry out, unused to working so hard to do so little. Caleb will use much more energy in this fight than most due to an even playing field and sloppy conditions that he cannot admit he is used to. Not to mention, Henrietta watches passively, no doubt curious as to what will happen, but lingering on the sides waiting for a flood of emotions from Caleb's side of the connection. Perhaps she has given up on Caleb all together. 

"blah blah blah."
Endless blue, heavy rain & thunder/lightning, midday, 1/3 attacks, 740 words :: Caleb moves towards Ilios after getting scraped, moves to ilios' left, tries to bite his ribs then continues, kicking out presumably around his barrel. i would've gotten this sooner, but was mystified as to what way i should reply xD It'll probably be faster next time



       
@Ilios

Ilios Posts: 200
Dragon's Throat Informant atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 15 :: 4 (Frostfall) HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Isabella :: Common Rougarou :: Flame Parelia
#5
Ilios
Jealousy bubbled up in his gut as silver eyes found the hound watching the spar. The young stallion hadn't known Caleb was bonded, since the dog had not been around when they met. Why was his bonded not helping, not tearing at his golden flesh? Confusion turned to anger as he assumed the male was to cocky in his own prowess to seek it's help. He roared his rage as horn found flesh. The mark was barely deep enough to even draw blood, let alone slow the larger brute down. 'Fuck! I have to do better than that bullshit!' Fire burned in the lad's stomach as he finally came to a halt facing the inky stallion. His words drip with sarcasm and twisted humor, "Oh Caleb! I didn't realize it was you." He sneered and pawed in frustration at the wet sand, neck arched, and eyes burning. He watched the stallion silver orbs narrowed against the down pour. Lightning lite up the scene for a moment as the black threw himself forward.

With the testosterone and adrenaline pounding through his veins the colt did one of the dumbest things ever; waited. There would be no running tonight, no chance of fleeing from this fight. This was purely for honor and he wanted to wear that invisible medal; dangle it in Caleb's face. He braced as the taller raced towards his left, jaw open ready to bite his own skin. Fast as a snake the stallion reached out for Caleb's own body, teeth searching for the back of his left rear leg. Pain seared through his own body as teeth met their mark. Blood oozed out of the gash and was just as quickly washed away by the rain. The burning cut was only the first of it; hooves barely clipped his flank, causing a good sided bruise. He staggered sideways trying to escape the hooves and teeth. Sand sucked at his teal legs trying to draw him down into the grainy soppy muck. Horned head whipped around to check the wound;teeth marks met his gaze as, raw flesh exposed around his dark golden coat.

Once more he roared in frustration and anger as silver eyes sought out the black brute. Caleb was just turning to face him as Ilios took off cantering. Massive wings snapped open and with a must thrust he took wing. To do what he wanted, he only needed to be a two or three feet off the ground, just to give his burning legs a rest. His side twitched trying to keep his mind off of the ache there. Large silver and teal wings flapped angrily at the battering rain, driving him towards Caleb. Carefully he angled his forelegs so the spikes on the glowing boots pointed right at Caleb's chest. A wicked sneer played over his face as lightning flashed once more as if cheering the golden on. If he could get there fast enough, he would aim to impale the black right in the chest, or side if he moved just right. He allowed the buffering winds to shove him right past the other. Once out of range he ducked his wing down to the right allowing himself to spin lower and around. He landed with a loud thump in the wet sand eyes glued on the other once more waiting for his next attack. His sides heaved, his body aches, veins pulsed, and eyes burned as eh waited silently now. He was sure neither of them had a whole lot left to give. He was careful to keep his wings spread, trying to use them as bait, if he could lure Caleb closer, maybe he would be able to get in one more good hit.
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Words: 623 @Caleb Omg so sorry!
OOC: Attacks 2/3 Takes damage to his left ribs(towards the back) and a bruise on his flank(close to the ribs). Tries to bite Caleb's left rear leg as Caleb bites his side. Then he takes of cantering towards Caleb and flies off, low, aiming his the spiked part of his boots at Caleb's chest, or his side if he turns. Allows himself to fly past him out of Caleb's reach.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. ~ Robert Frost
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Caleb Posts: 135
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1hh :: 4yo :: Orangmoon HP: 69 | Buff: NOVICE
Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
#6


"How could you forget me? You are a suitable sparring partner for the likes of me." He offered. It was a compliment. Ilios should expect nothing more, for Caleb is a man of few compliments. Still, words do not continue to transpire between the pair and action begins. Caleb's own hit is successful, leaving him with a high confidence, something that deteriorated after an unfortunate loss against Ashamin. Still, the stallion would grow from the loss. He knew what to work on, improve, perfect. He would be a feared menace soon, they would see. His herd would no longer look at him with disgust from his appendages but stare in awe of his battle prowess. This was a goal he avidly sought.

He would not be the low-life of the herd, not now, not ever.

There was a moment of peace, when he breathed in the salty, humid air. His mane clung to his neck like a spider to a wall. He seemed serene. He was getting prepared to unleash the torrents of anger and determination in each tactical attack.

Caleb remains most unscathed from any sort of attack from Ilios until the boy turns to face him again, head-to-head. A wicked smirk crosses Caleb lips, any sort of guilt for the attacks to soon come from the huge brute, vanished, gone with the nice weather. The beast was released, in every sense.

When Ilios grew airborne, a low chuckle released itself from his lips. What kind of idiot does one have to be to fly in the rain? Those precious oils on the feathers of wings enable us to remain in the air, to fly. When it pours, most, if not all, of those oils are stripped. Caleb would never let the boy live it down if he fell from the sky, such comedy was gold.

Still, though, Caleb's mind refocused on the spar, on those spiked boots that were rapidly growing closer. It is too late to avoid this attack, but he does try to lesson the blow by recoiling sideways, allowing the side of the boots to brush along Caleb's left shoulder. The spikes tear away hair and leave a group of parallel cuts, each about three inches long. The pain is searing at first, but after a moment of the cool rain running down the smooth cuts, numbed.

Caleb, with blood-thirsty vengeance,  spun around and chased after the tan boy. Ilios, it seemed from Caleb's point of view, hadn't gained altitude. Thus, Caleb planned to gallop up behind him, lunge into the air, and bite the bitch on his ass.

When he followed through with his plan, it was much more difficult than he had originally thought. Even Henrietta offered a dog-cringe from the sidelines. Caleb's hooves caught in the wet sand, which forced him to work harder to grow any closer to the tan boy. The entire situation was sloppy-looking, it would seem as if Caleb's inexperience was perhaps more evident than before thought. When the stallion hoped he was close enough to Ilios' flying butt, be jumped forwards and upwards at what he hoped was his opponent's left butt cheek. He just wanted his teeth to tear into the boy's flesh, to rip away the tender meat, leave a sting that lasts for days before the pain finally edges away after weeks of healing. Caleb wanted to leave that kind of wound.

After jumping up and hopefully ripping a chunk of flesh from the boy's left butt, Caleb simply stands and waits. The short break is necessary, even though little has been done. Why exert energy running when you can regroup and wait for an opponent that is rather slow, anyways?

"blah blah blah."
attack 2/3 620 words
caleb's shoulder gets cut up, when ilios begins to fly away, caleb follows in pursuit of his butt. he jumps into the air to try to bite ilios' left butt. then, he waits. 
sorry for wait, and sorry this sucks ;u; <3 i won't wait as long for the next one, i've just been super busy on weekends and they're really my only time to post 


       
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Ilios Posts: 200
Dragon's Throat Informant atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 15 :: 4 (Frostfall) HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Isabella :: Common Rougarou :: Flame Parelia
#7
Ilios
A quick nod of agreement was all the shorter stallion would offer the black and cream stud. He didn't care if it was rude; now was not the time for pleasantries. Being his first spar Ilios's attacks were sloppy, but he didn't know any better; yet. One day he would know how to land more attacks, cause more damage. When he was older the gold and teal would be a force to be respected. The stallion knew in his heart he wanted to be like Gaucho, Archibald, Ampere, and all the great fighters of Helovia. His name would bring fear and honor to the Sun God, as well as the Dragon's Throat. Pride swelled in his young heart as he thought of the future for a second before shaking the ideas away.

He could feel the bruise rising under his pelt, and the sting of the teeth marks, even as the blood was washed away. The cool rain eased the throbbing of the marks, but not quite enough. He felt as if he was floating with the adrenaline coursing through his body as the stallion cantered over the slick sand. The bruising was deep, making his movements clumsy, causing him to take to the air sooner than he would have liked. Even so he met his mark. The boots pull at his legs, more than he would have imagined. He can feel the strain as the try to pull him sideways, straining the muscles a little. 'FUCK!' He knew instantly he would pay for he cuts he had caused. His legs were now sore and tender as he flew passed the taller stag.

Even as he flies away from the stallion he thinks he has won. Ilios is sure that this was all over, that he had beaten the male. Instead pain flares white hot through his left ass cheek. He squeals his anger and blood pours from the gaping wound. Anger surges through him as he lands a few feet away from the stud. All of his legs seem to go out on him at once as his teal hooves touch down. Pain throbs through his golden frame as he falls to his knees. Doing his best to shove the agony away the stallion embraced the anger licking at his heart.

Lurching to his hooves again he shook catching his breath for a second before charging horn aimed for the other's neck. He was ready to take the pain and repay it ten fold. "Stand and fight me head on!" He yells pouring his anger out in his deep drawl. His whole body ached, causing the youngster to not canter or even trot. Instead he merely ambles along at a faster than normal, and oddly lopsided, gait. He fights the pain focusing fully on the anger and adrenaline pulsing through his heart. He roars his anger as he slices with his dagger like black and teal horn. If Caleb was a true stallion he would stand and fight face to face like a real male.He hopes to do as much damage to his chest, neck, or face as possible. He knew even as he gimped forward this would be his last attack, he could have to go on the defense from now on. His body was so tired, and so slow. He would have to sleep for a whole day to even try to make up for all of this energy he was using.
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Words: 574 @Caleb SO SO LATE!!!
OOC: Attacks 3/3 Strains his forelegs as his boots cut Caleb's side, nothing horrible, but enough to make them super sore and weakened. Has a large chunk of meat ripped from his left ass cheek (xD) when he lands he falls then pulls himself back up and demands Caleb fight him head on hobble quick walks at Caleb, tryign to cut and slice his chest, neck, and face.
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Henrietta :: Weimaraner :: None baylee
#8


The feeling of ripping meat off of Ilios' ass is satisfying. The rancor taste of blood reinvigorates him, fueling his last attack. If he could manage one more attack, he knew he'd have it won. One more.

His muscles were weary, crying out to him. Caleb tried his hardest to ignore the pain and continue, but doing so was quite the challenge. He just couldn't quite ignore the strain this spar was putting on his body.

When Ilios began moving towards the stag again after (sort of) falling from the sky, he was rather surprised. Ilios had much more endurance than the dark beast had thought. Perhaps Ilios' endurance was greater than his own, something Caleb would never admit to the tan boy. Caleb's upper-lip twitched with anticipation as the endurance-hulk grew nearer and nearer. His stride was awkward, not exactly any specific gait. When he is finally close, Ilios drops his head and uses his horn as his weapon of choice. Caleb is not prepared for an attack that involves a horn, and in attempt to avoid his horns, the dark stag lifts his forelegs upwards into a rear. He kicks out at Ilios' head, and while doing so, he feels that flailing horn repeatedly cut into the inner side of his left knee. The cut is thin, not extremely deep, nor gargantuan, but it stings horribly. When Caleb realizes that blood has been drawn, he lands back on the ground, hoping to see Ilios cringing from the pain of a hopefully landed kick to his head.


If it weren't for the cold rain, Caleb would surely feel the sting of accumulated cuts. His body was tired. The inner desire for blood- sated. Caleb was pleased with this spar, whether he won or not. "Until next time, Ilios."

Caleb does little now. Standing quietly, breath ragged, a seemingly docile nature takes over him. He dips his head casually before turning away from Ilios. With lengthy steps, the hybrid begins to walk away. Henrietta who had anxiously watched the fight, offered one last glance to Caleb's opponent before following her master. 

Caleb knew this fight was taxing on his body. It would leave him sore and bruised. Though nothing permanent would come from this fight,there would be a cool down period. Henrietta would participate in the next fight, deciding she no longer will idly watch her bonded get kicked and hit, she would fight for him as he would for her and together, she hoped, they would conquer all.

"blah blah blah."
3/3 attacks, 430 words :: sorry this sucks I just needed to get something out, and I'm sorry for the wait- I got really busy with a lot of family/school problems! This was a fun fight though :)

:: Face-to-face, presumably. Ilios tries to cut Caleb, but Caleb rears (still getting somewhat cut) He tries to kick Ilios with one of his front hooves as Ilios is distracted with his own attack.


       
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