the Rift


Time to Practice. [Caenan VS Ashamin]

Caenan Posts: 49
Outcast atk: 5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 4 Years (Ages in OrangeMoon) HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
TierRen
#1
"It's the heart and the soul and the body and the brain
Driving me insane 
But the wind and the land and the fire and the rain 
Always stay the same"
-Roll With the Wind


Caenan had not scented wind of nor seen a hair of the stallion he was meant to spar with. He found that there was disappointment in this but he also felt glee in the failure of another to act. Caenan had pledged himself to protecting members of the World's Edge and he would give his all to the members but that did not mean that he felt the desire to remain as he was. The pirate had not given himself easily and in order to cope with feeling as though he had lost some of his freedom he was determined to climb up the ranks. If this Lithium fellow did not show it was only one other that he would not have to compete with for a higher rank.

Glass cracked beneath his hooves as the bay stepped past the Edge's border. He tossed his head and took deep breaths. The air outside of the herd land was of a different kind than what was breathed only a few steps into the border. The air outside of herd borders was without loyalty to any. It was quick to rise into a wind and to tangle itself in Caenan's mane and tail. It dragged him forward by both until he was racing the wind itself. It was as though the wind was just as excited by Caenan's leaving the Edge for the day as the stallion himself was.

The unicorn ran until the fickle wind died down once more. He wondered if the wind had led him to where he stood because to him it looked to be a perfect place to spar. With sharp eyes Caenan surveyed where he had chosen to practice. He took note of every dip in the ground and every rock that jutted out. To get his blood pumping Caenan dug up and rolled some of the rocks he worried about posing a threat towards a large boulder and out of the way. Though he did purposely leave some that he hoped to use to his advantage. By the time that he finished the sun had risen to its peak in the sky causing the frost that had gathered during the night to flee. Sunlight fell through the gaps in the trees and lit the area but it was too lazy to completely warm the cool Orangemoon afternoon.

"Someone 'ave a spar!" He pawed into the ground, "Just make it worth my time." A sly smirk set his eyes to shining. If no one would take him up on his offer he would provoke the first that he set eye on.

Caenan felt as though he could have the advantage in this fight. He had already came to be well acquainted with the land and he was not the most agile. His hope was that the forest debris would slow one that may be more agile than he. Whenever Caenan could slow his opponents his strength and defense did him well.

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Setting: Not far from the border going into the World's Edge. There are trees scattered about with a large boulder in the middle. There is a dead tree that that fell and lays diagonally across the ground. Something kind of like this except without so much on the ground. Not as green either.

It is during the afternoon.

Attack Count: 0/3

Word Count: 495

Timeline: Normal.

Other: Magic and Companion usage is fine with me.

Notes: @Ashamin if you want the first attack you can have it. Posts will hopefully get better from here. I had a heck of a time opening. I think that I included everything here in OOC.

Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image
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Ashamin the Clovenheart Posts: 426
Outcast atk: 8 | def: 11.5 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2 HH :: 5 [Frostfall] HP: 79 | Buff: NUMB
Lochan :: Plain Cerndyr :: Dark Mist & Rakt :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast Jen
#2




It had been enough time since Ashamin had lost that he was beginning to forget how easy it was to do. He walked tall through the day with both companions at his side, all of them blinking with obvious frustration at the sun as it hung high in the afternoon. Lochan, barely talking but babbling like a babe, complained loudly in the haruspex's tired mind. Rakt, as usual, made no show of emotion and instead carried on acting as if absolutely nothing in the world could phase him. Perhaps the younger cerndyr's life was simpler like that; it lacked the emotional turmoil that plagued the painted buck.

To wander this very spot, the outskirts of the World's Edge, was to take a step into Ashamin's past. He remembered his very first spar, there, with a stallion named Torleik who'd claimed to be king. Surely that could no longer be the case, or the paint would have scented him all along the border. Ashamin swung his head low, his posture relaxed as he snorted and searched for the same smell of triumph he remembered from so long ago.

There was nothing here though, it seemed, but broken glass. Whatever the Edge had appeared to be to that young, scared Ashamin then was now maybe nothing but a fallen empire. Not long ago he'd gone there in search of a wise one, only to find they had none. He had found only a spotted mare then, full of bitterness. Vaguely the haruspex wondered where she was now, and how she fared. It didn't occur to him that she could be dead.

Seeing the World's Edge the haruspex could not help but remember the spars of his recent and distant past. It was true that the Edge's king (the one he'd known) had defeated him handily, but the last time Ashamin had fought a lord he had won with ease. Thranduil the falsely Laurelin had skulked away in disgusting defeat, apparently too harmed by Hotaru's magic to fight back.

What a waste that stallion was. Ashamin found his hooves landing harder as his blood boiled at the memory of Thranduil's cowardice. The haruspex had not seen the golden liar since; as far as Ashamin was concerned, Thranduil was much better off that way.

Coincidences being what they were in Helovia, the thought of spars seemed to summon forth another. Ashamin's ears perked at the sound of a stranger calling for a spar, and he moved closer to the voice with care. Every step took him farther from the rockier soil of his old spar with Torleik and into a forest more like those he was used to. With hooves aching from a long walk, Ashamin and his companions were all thankful for the switch to softer ground.

The appearance of another before them brought something that the haruspex considered good fortune. Standing in the clearing and pawing at the earth with excitement was another stallion, young like Ashamin and seemingly eager to spar. Ashamin watched for a moment from the trees, eyes sharp and senses keen with those of his two companions contributing to the survey of the scenery. Rakt hovered behind Lochan, Lochan behind Ashamin, and the trio all watched with care. The earth was studded with rocks and divided by a felled tree, clear obstacles that Ashamin would need to avoid but expected he could do so well enough with his companions looking out for him. The stallion was taller than Ashamin, but though he appeared to be sturdier as well the haruspex didn't see anything that suggested his new opponent was any faster or more agile than himself. It was difficult to tell though, when the spar had still yet to begin. What Ashamin did notice was the other buck's horn, curved like a cutlass and surely a deadly weapon. Behind him, imperceptibly, Rakt shivered at the sight of it and shook stardust from his coat.

"Time is precious indeed, let's begin" the haruspex called out as he left the grove and entered the clearing alone, first at a trot and then at a balanced canter. His companions, ever loyal, stayed hidden behind the trees. Ashamin approached almost head on, aiming for the stallion's left side at an acute angle with his head held high and his sole accessories (the amulets and crystal fang strung on his neck) flying behind as he reached out with his magic to try and send a shock to his eager opponent's heart. Let that pain send shudders through the boy's legs and weaken him, so that when Ashamin hopefully slammed into the other's left side that superior strength and height would be made null, and that positioning would put Ashamin's heart and face by this paint's croup and away from that dangerous horn.




Ashamin

Given All I've Been Through

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PC: 1/3 AP, 0/1 CD
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Time the Dice Queen Posts: 144
OOC Account atk: 50 | def: 50 | dam: 50
Mare :: Other :: 5'7 :: 22 HP: 5050 | Buff: DROPKICK
Time
#3
Caenan defaults to Ashamin. Ashamin receives 0.5 VP.


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