It is a Man's own Mind
not his enemy, nor his foe, that lures him to evil ways
Adrenaline - it charged through his nerves like heated bullets. Primal instinct swarmed his psyche, as if the Imp's virile musk, his piercing gaze, had provoked a demon within him which had long been dormant, yearning to be released from sobriety. Bloodlust and vehemence coursed virulently through his bloodstream, running in the hellion's veins like steroids through an athlete, incensing him. His muscles ached for movement, for exertion. Smoke furled from flared nostrils like a premonition - flexed wide, trembling in discomposure.
In a fit of intemperance he began to pace, thrashing his chiseled crown about through the air, cries of battle leaking from his lips all the while. Beads of filth-ridden fluid became airborne with each forceful stride, streaking like rivulets of acid rain down the beast's sable skin. Swathes of soot clung to the stained alabaster of his legs and adhered stubbornly to the long follicles of his thick winter coat. His mane and tail - once a pale shade of maroon, now blackened and heavy - had become pregnant with sooty water, the sensation cold and enlivening as a billow of wind hied past without remorse. The fallen angel rose to his hind legs, hooves threatening to tear asunder the overcast sky. Ambrosius assumed a similar stance.
Soulless eyes boiled with a sinister rage and a deep, stark hue of ebony as they held onto the other's crimson gaze. Blood circulated to the sinew of his aft legs, and they tensed, momentum building as he swiftly hurled his massive figure toward the winged perpetrator. He lashed out toward the brute's right shoulder, teeth bared and lips reigned back in a baleful snarl. Lobed ears became plastered against his nape, and from the depths of his chest there tore a fierce vociferation.
Die, you worthless bastard, his shouted inwardly.
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[ 1/3 — 301 word count — Setting: Spectral Marsh in late afternoon, no snowfall, directly succeeding this thread: death shall have no dominion. ]
[ Summation: Ambrosius begins to pace back and forth, and then rears soon after Eligor, but instead of fully rising he lunges toward him, aiming to bite toward his face whilst his hooves lash out toward his right shoulder ]
all murderers are punished
unless they kill in large numbers
and to the sound of trumpets
AMBROSIUS
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table by phantom
E L I G O R
I Play Doctor For Five Minutes Flat
Giddy with excitements of war; Blood! Forth from the heavens did he descend, pillars thrashing the beast’s full weight down upon the earth beneath grandeur mass, returning to a natural state of quadri equipoise. Every fiber- flesh and cell alike- trembled with such a fierceness which screamed of vile temperament, equanimity of misery’s ecstasy. The reaper dwelled in the abyss of liquid gems of hell-fire scarlet, grasping with a hand of supremacy, the soul of the wicked leviathan. Nostrils amplified their volume, and with the inferno which raged in the depths of him, bubbling and boiling the liquescent life into a volcanic cocktail, did spiraling tendrils and plumes of heat rush forth from within, billowing miasma of dread! Muscles were bathed in anxiousness, adrenaline, twitching and leaving him bouncing with ferocity.
An attentive ocular angled upon the other male, watching as the other trodden to and fro with his own restlessness. Another demon, whose gemstones glittered with a luminescence of despise, a feral and uncultured resonance of such a primitive source seemed to brew in the depths of the creature’s massive breast. Challenger rose to his haunches, and in that moment, Eligor followed suit, not fully rising, and quite provident to find that the other brute has rushed forth in a savage pounce. Ivories were thirsty for gore, and the imp caught his own pristine imagery reflected within rampant orbs of vision. A vicious and madcap sound dripped from the thick kissers like the Devil’s own chorus, high and piercing; war cry! Lips pulled back in somewhat of a mysterious snarl, skull jerking back to protect his face. Massive pillars rose swiftly, swinging out with such a briskness that seemed to create a flash of ivory and filth, lashing out at the other stallion’s face. Thud, as the other’s hooves impacted upon his right side, another chime of savage escalation spilling forth from his lips as his feet slid back slightly in the muddy murks, bringing him back down to all four pillars, and the creature took advantage of this. He had not figured if the other had received his blow to the face, his counter attack, but limbs quivered with the adrenaline and he began to jerk to the side, left, out of the way of the other beast’s hooves and lurch forward, away from harm’s way, tail swiping about violently.
[1/3; Word Count; 391]
[ Synopsis: As stated, Ambrosisus began to pace back and forth, so with time assumption, this would give Eligor time to return to his own feet before the other stallion lunged. After Ambrosisus rears, Eligor follows suit and rears only partially, focusing more on the facial attack then the hooves, jerking his head back to protect it; leaving his right side unguarded. Right before Ambrosisus makes contact with Eligor's right side, Eligor's hooves are in aim and direction towards the other stallion's face. After Eligor's right side is hit, he skids slightly due to the muddy water he is currently standing within, but makes it safely to his legs and lurches to the left away from any hooves which may be coming down from above and leaps forward away from the frontal portion of Ambrosisus. ]
”!!”
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It is a Man's own Mind
not his enemy, nor his foe, that lures him to evil ways
A grunt escaped from the crevice of his fusain lips as the hard sheath of his adversary's hooves collided injuriously with the bridge of his nose. Skin tore, nerves screamed, and thick, cerise beads bubbled up to the surface. The pupiless disks of his eyes widened, and he snorted violently once he became parallel with the earth once again, shaking his head as if the act would rid the unpleasant sensation.
His legs never stopped rising and falling, conveying his sturdy frame forward a few stride, pounding the sodden mud as fury welled within his chest. Blood collected in the recesses of the behemeth's mouth, tainting his palate with a coppery taste that clung to his tongue like algae. He did not reject it. There was something about it that behaved as a sort of fuel for his vehemence, throttling his incursion and lust for combat. The stallion's malice tumesced, and the man stained with tones of ebony quickly sought to return the assault with a more abrasive cannonade.
The other male evaded the threshold of the hellion's vision, moving to his blind side where he could not see him; but he could hear him there, his hooves skidding across the filth of the swamp, his wings pothering inadvertently as he struggled to sustain his balance. He pivoted so that the power occulted within his thick aft legs was directed ambiguously toward the Imp, and his hooves lashed outward impellently. He only hoped that it would connect, that his opponent would feel a similar surge of painfulness bludgeon his nerves much like the sensation which caused his own maw to throb. Ambrosius could only hope that it would induce a flame of enmity to ignite within his heart so that Eligor might recoil with congruous intensity.
They might as well make this interesting.
He moved to face him then, muscles rolling beneath blemished, ebony hide in an almost mellifluous symphony. Quite unexpectedly, his hooves lost purchase, causing him to stumble slightly; head bowed in an attempt to regain his poise, legs half-way folded as his weight lurched dangerously forward, haunches bunching beneath him. He managed to thrust himself upward, nearly skidding once again, and focalized his attention on the stallion he was almost certain was already headed toward him with another carnal bombardment.
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[ 2/3 — 383 word count — Sorry if this is horrible... I didn't even bother to proof read it, yet. D: So, I'm sorry if there are any errors with grammar or flow. I'll probably fix it sometime later. I just wanted to get this up. ^^ ]
[ Summary: Eligor succeeds in striking his face, breaking skin. Ambrosius reacts by shaking his head and grunting in pain as Eligor slips, and soon after kicks out toward him. He trots forward to face Eligor, but loses his footing and falls forward, sliding across the muck. He eventually recovers and turns to face Eligor once again. ]
all murderers are punished
unless they kill in large numbers
and to the sound of trumpets
AMBROSIUS
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table by phantom
E L I G O R
I Play Doctor For Five Minutes Flat
Lavish were the carnal wallops. It was the Devil’s ecstasy in such a heated abundance. This moment, a cocktail of testosterone and violent requisite. Angels would not be beckoned by his calls of agony… One day… someday… his time would come, and as life fled from him, the gods would not waver their gazes to his wretched and battered form. Massive pillars beneath moved with a briskness which with their sovereignty, sent waves of hell’s murky discord into the air. Soldier’s hide was turned; ghoulish, bone-quaking resonance leaked with a blood freezing scream from thick and hardy kissers. A pin like agony that scorched the backside, near the base of the tail, and he could feel the liquid of existence ferment to the surface like some gothic river just beneath the surface of melting ice.
Beneath razor espadrilles was it mud seemed to move and slip beneath the murky surface of the icy water. Beast was careful with his steps; quickly leviathan twisted to face his opponent from a short distance. Nostrils flared in such a ferocious mayhem, branch of sinew bending slightly as the scarlet ocular’s flared like sparks in the darkened arena of animosity. Muscles quivered amidst the throb of the shoulder where the other monster had hit, although the substantial flesh was only slightly harmed, a crimson just seemingly beginning to come to the surface there; in time it would bruise. As demon had escaped from a larger threat of oncoming feet to squash him like a pestilence, had the other stricken out in his own abhorrence, and where the whip met the buttocks, flesh budded open like a newly born blossom, flowering with ruby. Loathing
Lips twitched with a vivacity, as if he wished to tear flesh from bone, suck on the marrow! Eyelashes flicked open with savageness as he observed his adversary slip and tumble into the mud. The criminal was shifty… a cut throat… Velveteen lyric devises twisted into a demonic smirk that was devised of the devil’s own laughter. Columns lifted and flung him forth like a bat from hell. Oh the irony… Rather a dove from hell! Eligor charged, not at a profuse velocity due to the slick surface below. His aim? Precious visionary gemstones were glossed over with a sort of hunger, as if wildly charging onward without precautions. Lips pulled back to reveal ivories, ready to bite as he grew closer, swerving swiftly to the left, close enough to brush against the other; distraction of teeth were aimed for the shoulder, although it was not a true intent… A tad risk of a sort as he kicked his back legs out from under himself, aiming for the other’s front legs…
[2/3; Word Count; 453]
[ Synopsis: As stated, Ambrosisus kicked out at Eligor, and at that particular time, Eligor had avoided the other stallion's hooves from coming down, but did sustain a slight blow to where his tail and buttocks meet. Swiftly Eligor moves forward and turns again to face Ambrosisus, watching him intently. As he watches Ambrosisus slip and stumble in the mud, he begins to charge again but not at full speed considering the slick surface beneath his hooves. Eligor charges head on at Ambrosisus, creating a distraction and illusion of sorts where at the last second he actually swerves to the left, close enough for their sides to brush. His teeth seem to aim for his backside, but are another distraction and actually not an attack, and while he is side by side with Ambrosisus, he kicks out his back legs, aiming for the back of Ambrosisus's front legs.
Injuries
* Right shoulder is a bit opened and bloody, will bruise quickly.
* A cut where the tail and buttocks meet. ]
”!!”
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11-22-2012, 03:45 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-22-2012, 03:52 AM by Official.)
2 weeks have passed since last response, default win to Eligor!
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