the Rift


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Reginald Posts: 165
Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 hh :: 3 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Ka'Mate :: Harpy Eagle :: None & Ka'Ora :: Harpy Eagle :: None M.E.
#1

Some say you're trouble, boy Just because you like to destroy All the things that bring the idiots joy Well, what's wrong with a little destruction?

His offer is taken seriously—and yet it is not the swollen Sultana who responds, but the black-pelted, muscle clad Einarr who answers the Basilisk’s call to arms. Reginald remembers seeing this stallion before, and yet his significance had been diminished then, another warrior in the Grey-Eye’d’s mind; he had not known that this one has risen to the black-and-blue bitch’s place, as Gladiator. Well, then. It seems so much more fitting, then, for Reginald to report to someone with real, solid balls swinging fiercely down below, a true warrior’s badge and tassle.

He listens to the Gladiator speak, and there in a familiar inward cringe at his poor use of the common tongue, bringing images of Gaucho to mind. He wonders if those two stallions are related, and where they might breed these large, cock-strong war beast fuckers who have weak tongues for speech. His eyes trail slightly behind him, to where Merlin stands—a woman waiting to bloom. He wonders if that blood is worth it to covet. For if this Einarr is anything like the Wildfire, he will be a formidable foe indeed.

"Father, is he challenging you to something?"

Silence would’ve been best.

“No, Merlin,” he whispers to her instead, for he is a good, gracious father, “He will only be testing me.” His eyes then trail to Shida, having made it here with all her curves and folds—and he winks at her dark and sultry in response to her quips, sending her a cutting smirk full of all sorts of things he would do to her, in business or pleasure.

“Fine, then,” comes the Grey-Eye’d response to Einarr’s challenge. His appraisal of the beast is quick, and as the meeting ends, Reginald finds his place in a clearing not so far from the gathering place, a good spot for the fight. He rolls his grand shoulders in preparation for the fight; his fangs remained sheathed. His cloak of scales will remain hidden for now. He will fight as a man and not as a monster, for it is a man who is slave to these foolish proceedings, while a monster reigns supreme.

He waits for his superior to take position. His eyes are hard enough, focused for battle. He is ready to be tested. 

"talk talk talk"


day1953@pbase



[Einarr vs Reginald spar to determine Reginald's ranking as Guardian

0/3
WC: 380

Setting: Continued from here
Dragon's Throat, seasonably cool with little breeze, dry, hard footing.]



--Please tag REGINALD in every reply!

--All force is allowed to be used against this character!



Einarr Posts: 113
Absent Abyss atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 hh :: 8 years HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE
Time
#2
Einarr watched the Grey Eyed beast. His own sienna eyes were hard, emotionless, and calculating. He watched every twitch of muscle, every flick of a tail or ear. He was preparing himself inwardly to test this stallion, to see if he was worth enough to become a bloodrider. Einarr's tail flicked behind him like that of a mountain lion watching it's prey on a perch high above it. His shoulders tightened some as he noticed the younger stallion whispering to his--assumed--child at hip. A hind hoof cocked some, a bullet in the barrel of a gun. Einarr might not have been as versed in the social and political norms of Helovia, but his blood ran just as cold as he believed Reginald to be tearing him down in this child's mind. His dark lips pursed together and his ears tilted back some, his mind clicking with a warrior's calculations.

The meeting came to an end in its own time, and Einarr looked back to his Sultan and Sultana. He nodded to each of them in turn, thought his eyes lingered on Megaera's a moment. He could almost hear the words he knew to be touching the tip of her tongue--words meant only for him, for their bond. He knew, though, that she could not say them out loud. She was the leader of this herd, and her loyalties lay with more than him along. He nodded again, anyway, as if he had taken in her silent encouragement--Shieraki gori ha yeraan! Fichas jahakes moon!. The stallion smirked some, muscles coiling beneath his taut, dark hide.

It is then he decided he will start the battle in the sky. In this desert, pegasus reigned supreme. A unicorn would need to understand how to respond to opponents coming from the air, and likewise Einarr was always poised to learn about his wingless combatants. Dark ears folded down into his mane as Reginald all but stalked off, his massive body calling attention as it trailed to a clearing in the desert. Massive wings outstretched from chiseled sides and Einarr took to their air, swallowing the clouds beneath him. He gained as much altitude as he thought appropriate before tilting his muscled body back toward earth. He tucked in inky wings, sucked in a breathe of the air--cold, here where he had flown to--and angled himself a rocket towards the basilisk boy. When he thought himself close enough, Einarr spread his wings again and attempted to circle around the grey.


[ PC: 0/3 | WC: 415 | Go ahead and attack first, Smithers!]

einarr
I raise my flag and dye my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in


@Reginald

if you bury me, i'll bury you
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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
Einarr is now in AA. No fighting occurred. No VP awarded.


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