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on the moors :: tilney v. manon

Tilney Posts: 288
World's Edge Moon Doctor atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2hh :: VI HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Peatree :: Lesser Fruit Bat :: None Neverrmind
#1
Tilney

Aiya Anor, Elenion Ancalima!

It had been far too long since the stag had tested his body against the elements, nor the limits it could withstand in a spar or battle. Tilney now had more reason than ever to learn to fight - he had Maude to protect, to forever stand guard over… and the twins. The two ashen haired boys he wished wellness, safety, and sweet dreams upon every night through whispers to the stars above as if they would somehow reach them.

A thought would always cross to Arah when it came to his worries and wishes for his loved ones, but really he hardly fretted any longer for the princess of ice. She could deal irreparable damage with a single bat of her star-blessed eyelashes and hollow a heart with one word whispered from her lips. Ferocious, Fierce and bolder than a storm. That was his Arah.

Regardless, a keeper of a beautiful family he remained - What kind of father would he be if he could not protect them or keep them from harm?  Kaos remained; He still drew breath and continued to wander their land, their waters and their country defiling the gods of old. Any wretched fool from the threshold would have more claim to a deities throne than that creature, Tilney was sure of it.

With Peatree in flight above, Tilney loped like a zephyr through the fields of old. The Thistle Meadow he had chosen as his battleground - simple, central, and reasonably sheltered from any weather. The stags eyes, verdant as the grass he tread upon searched among the hills over yonder for a reasonably flat surface, only to find there really was no such place in this part of the meadow. Apart from the mountains and tree-line upon the horizon, rolling hills, thistles and boulders tapered as far as the eye could see.

“Rock!” came through the bond between bat and unicorn, the babyish mind speech causing a small smile to fall upon Tilneys kind face. Yes, there were many boulders on his battlefield but there was hardly a thing he could do about that - it would simply have to add to the challenge.
It took a moment of eyeing the weather, noting the overcast and sorry clouds that reigned the sky that afternoon before the doctor decided to declare his battle.

Cheering to the clouds above, the wind and rain, Tilney announced his challenge.
“I wish to learn to fight! I have young ones to protect!” he boomed, his mind wandering momentarily to the tree children he held within his heart “come! enjoy some sport!”
The chestnut stood at the tallest point of a hill, his mane and tail billowing like a flag behind him; a beacon and a light to any passing by.

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ooc; 0/3 - 460 words
tilney v. manon! admin; manon is still waiting for her stats to be approved but she will have them very soon! i hope its okay to post this?!
space, let me know if you'd prefer i go first for attacks of if you'd like to go first you go ahead!

setting; the thistle meadow, midday, it is overcast and very windy! Tilney is perched upon a hilltop.



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Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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Manon Posts: 37
World's Edge Sleuth atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5
Mare :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 4 HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Space
#2
 


SO DARKEN YOUR CLOTHES OR STRIKE A VIOLENT POSE, MAYBE THEY'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE  —


Her entrance to the meadow was not garnered by fanfare or ballyhoo, rather she slipped into it's very midst in elegant silence, her eyes cast upward to the overcast sky. It was high time she learnt how to fight properly, without luck or trickery. While Manon relished her new position as a sneak at the Edge she also had her own ambitions - her own plans, as it were, for quite the fruitful future. She recognised, with no small amount of thanks, that it was Tilney that had introduced her to this future. The same Tilney that stood stoically upon the hilltop, his divine chestnut skin gleaming as if from some inner glow, the wind tugging his flaming hair into a beacon and a challenge. Manon felt her lips twist into a wry smile.

Her step became fleet as she bounded toward the sweet tempered father, swift and silent in her determination to give Tilney exactly what he had asked for: a fight. Manon had little experience (her skills belonging more to stealth and shadows) and yet knew that for her to have any chance of getting the better of her mild-mannered friend she would have to use the assets that she possessed. Speed and stamina would be her friends in this fight, though she was loathe to admit her lack of muscular strength. So it was speed she used, speed and cunning, to position herself upon Tilney's left side - level with him, so that she would not be at a disadvantage approaching from below. She could feel the wind snapping at her silver hair, tucked back into a tight braid, some of the pearly strands loosening and flying awry upon the breeze as she made her first move.

Whilst Tilney watched the thistles sway below she flew from the sidelines, a smooth blur of velvet skin and silver hair, opalescent eyes wide and sharp as she nipped past the bulk of Tilney's shoulder. As she slipped past she threw up her hind legs, aiming her sharp little hooves at the mans comely jaw in an attempt to stun or startle him. Continuing in a smooth circle, Manon called out coolly; "You and I have a common goal, Tilney. I, too, wish to spar."



1/3 - 374 words
First time sparring so let's see how she goes!! Thanks for putting this up <3
@Tilney

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Force & Magic allowed short of permanent maiming & death

Tilney Posts: 288
World's Edge Moon Doctor atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2hh :: VI HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Peatree :: Lesser Fruit Bat :: None Neverrmind
#3
Tilney

Aiya Anor, Elenion Ancalima!

The flaxen father did not pass into impatience, for soon, his call was answered.
As silent as a blade she had waded across the ocean of drying grass, the psithurism of grass clashing against one another being the only sound to be heard aside from the deafening, shuddering roar of the wind. The chiropteran who was always found fluttering above the physician remained in flight and, for the most part, unfazed by the gale. A kite whirling in the breeze was Peatree; a bat who so loved sad weather.
The cloak and dagger that approached Tilney was now upon him, and it was only as he turned his ashen muzzle that he beheld the challenger.

Manon; someone he would least expect to see here of all places.
He imagined her to be a sweet girl. Quizzical and curious with her own marvellous set of secrets - but still sweet. Fighting, in his opinion, was not for the meek or the sweet. It was for the brutish and the unwise.
The gent had little time to react, however. He could give no ‘hullo!’ or ‘salutations’, for the fierce woman had already begun to strike.

Shying his head away, his hooves and legs tearing upwards with it, Tilney let out a short-lived grunt from the pit of his stomach. Truthfully, the stag was quite shocked. One moment he was standing peacefully astride a windswept hill and now it was to be desecrated with his blood - and, at the hands of the last creature in all of Helovia he’d expect to see there. Perhaps his plan to spar just anyone had been badly thought out, premature, and just horribly executed.

And as the consequences of his actions began to sink in, so did Manon’s hooves.

The brute’s head could not reach high enough, and in return was given a slice upon his jowl by the intercepting hind hooves of his opponent. The pain was bearable, the wound superficial at most; how lucky he had been that she had not struck him in the eye.
“A risky move!” Tilney chanted towards the svelte doe, his cloven hooves pressing into the dirt towards her.

Lowering his crown, hardly a moment passed before Tilney attempted an attack of his own. His recovery had been brief, thought still the remarkable cut on his jowl still bothered him even as he began to charge.
Antlers bowed and at the ready, Tilney attempted to plunge forth into the mare and ram her directly in the shoulder with his sharp tendril of horns. An attempt at a simple, direct attack; he could only hope it would play in his favour.

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ooc; 1/3 - 450 words
Manon's attack hits him in the jowl after he tries to avoid it. he then attempts to ram her with his antlers in the shoulder.


damage:
2 - gash on his jowl, heavy bleeding. -5.5 hp = 59.5

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Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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Charks Posts: 1
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Mare :: Unicorn :: 5'4 :: 23
Charks
#4
Time limit exceeded. Manon defaults, Tilney gets 0.5 VP


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