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Toulouse Posts: 146
Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 8.0 | def: 11.0 | dam: 4.0
Gelding :: Equine :: 17hh :: Six HP: 74 | Buff: ENDURE
Boomslang :: Green Ratsnake :: Paralyze Neverrmind
#1

TOULOUSE
GLORY & GORE GO HAND IN HAND



He had never been one to hate the rain.
In fact, he quite adored it.

Raindrop kisses and well-wishes from home, each drop rolling down his fine coat to leave a diaphanous sheen over his toned muscles. Did the sky truly wish him well? Was anyone in T'det missing him - did they even remember him? The serpent doubted it, and quite highly.
The man would wish though; wish away his minutes until the clouds unlocked to show him the moon and stars, the constellations and otherworldliness beyond the barricade of cloud. Manon, Halalì, Odette. All those he loved seemed as far as those stars.

With eventide in full swing, the midnight moon hung steadily over the ocean ahead, Toulouse began to stir from his vigil. Radiant, cool eyes flickered over the naked landscape, one cloaked only by sand, a sparse amount of blade-like beachgrass, and the sea itself overhead. A wasteland might be the best word to describe it despite the attraction for ghastly gulls or beach scoundrels. No water aside from the undrinkable kind was in sight, nor was any grass that would not slash one's tongue into a thousand cuts (He had learned the hard way as a colt that Beachgrass was most savage on the tongue).
Boomslang began to unravel from Toulouse's horns, the crown upon which he had slept and spent most of his days soaking up the body heat of his bonded. Behind his own leathery scales and reptilian hide waited a pair of vicious fangs, both laced with a magical concoction of paralysis poison. The grass-coloured snake was an impatient one, the urgency and tension growing through the bond as he urged his bond-mate to initiate a challenge, a spar, anything! The will of the serpent was one not often denied either - Toulouse adored the young snake, a brother of sorts, and one he intended to continue to rear as his own.

The thief, however, remained cloaked in his gold and finery. Not that anyone would know. Layl Dire, or 'night shield' in the common tongue was perhaps the most fascinating piece of equipment he'd picked up to date, so why would he not wear it?
It was enchanted in so many ways, in fact, he could tell it was more than just once - The fine suit was completely weightless and provided him with the most wonderful camouflage, so it was only during the day that anyone might witness its true brilliance and craftsmanship. Whoever made this was a genius, and he would not be surprised if it had been made for someone far greater than himself or even a king. Filigree and T'detan silk; it was the armour of the god's.
Then there was Cäkäna, his faithful bullwhip, each wolf's tooth still caked in the blood of Tae and the many it had slashed before her. It had served him so many years in battle, and again, like his armour was a token of his homeland.  

So as the rain continued to pour, rain he so loved and adored, Toulouse gave a great stamp of his hoof in a wild, primitive fashion. The demand for an opponent was issued, his lips raising to the moon as he unleashed his roar. Kisses continuing upon his silken muzzle skin and cloaked hide, the gelding waited and watched, perhaps not weighing up the dangers of demanding an opponent so close to the Dragon's Throat.

Though of course, Toulouse was certainly not the regretting kind.

Why should he be? He was a man who stood under a torrent of rain and loved it, and spent all night sending wishes beyond the stars.


ATTACK No. 0/3
WORDS; 608
SETTING; Past midnight, it is raining, in the sandy, flat fields where the meadows meet the sea between the heart caves and the halcyon flats.
OUTFIT; link.
  • "Layl Dire" - ornate armor of gold, silk & leather that is weightless and camouflages with the night.
    Restrictions | Camouflage fades with proximity and length of exposure.
  • "Cäkäna" - a crocodile hide bullwhip made with wolf teeth on the lash.
  • DAMAGE; none yet.
    @ampere

    I AM THE KEY TO THE LOCK IN YOUR HOUSE—
    DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
    YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—

    EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
    OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
    CLIMBING UP THE WALLS

    SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
    CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD

    Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
    Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
    Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
    Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
    #2
    the
    Mother of Companions
    The Mother of Companions could often be found wandering along the beaches of Helovia. Her favorite was the island paradise of the Dragon's Throat, naturally, but for a woman that adored the ocean and its many facets, any beach was better than none. That it happened to be raining seemed of little consequence to her. Perhaps it was the nature of desert folk to celebrate the heavenly water, but it had never been something that set her in a dour mood, even if it made flight difficult. That was why she was walking.

    Her hooves gently scored the loam as she moved, well versed on the duplicitous nature of such terrain. Nature was hardly a friend to anyone though, and sand was something you could never entirely come to trust. The rain promised to stiffen it up, with time.

    Kygo, the parrot currently nestled under the blanket of Ampere's disheveled mane, felt quite differently about rain. The limitation of flight was a greater hindrance to him, and though he enjoyed a nice warm bath now and again, he liked to be prepared for getting wet. Caught out in travel like this, stranded on the open shore, and the little bird was nearly beside himself. So when a challenging call rang out and Ampere gave pause to listen, he instantly squawked his dismay from his hairy nest.
    "NO!" Kygo shouted through their bond, the phrase pulsing with a vibrantly red wrath.
    One of Ampere's ears flicked back, the other still attuned to the source of the summons. "Why not?" she demanded, a bit smug at the bird's pitiful displeasure over water.
    "Wet," Kygo snapped, as if it was obvious. "Wet. Walk. No. No! NO!"
    Kygo's answer shifted into a wail of dismay as Ampere began trotting down the beach. The parrot jostled to and fro in his alcove of mane. His feet gripped tighter around the black threads, and his beady eyes widened as he watched the world between clumps of hair. If he wasn't so worried with holding on he'd half a mind to bite her.

    Ampere arrived upon the scene in short order, but pulled up short as she found the 'arena' empty of a foe. Tense with alertness and slick with rain on her topside, Ampere's eyes stabbed through the darkness with expectant caution. Sharp bone spires protruded from the leather necklace that settled at the edges of her withers and the beginning of her chest's swell. She had depressed its enchanted button en route, but now that she stood alone in the echo of a call, she felt the need to also withdraw the shield from her back.

    "Nobody," Kygo chirped across their bond with relief.
    "Shush," she bade, not as sure they were alone. An iron piece was drawn from between her wings with fingers unseen, her magic at work to guide the collapsed shield down and against her left shoulder, her right side facing the sea. Metal blossomed like war's flower as the device opened up fully, glinting with a sterling beauty under the wet moonlight. It curved protectively against her body, heavy as she held it up with will and wizardry.

    Upon her head Ampere's ears spun in all directions, her gaze continuing to probe with a sweeping, unrelenting motion. Abruptly Ampere blew out a loud and derisive snort, a display of her own bravado and challenge. Her nostrils flared wide as she drew in an audible, deep breath. "Smells like a trap," her thoughts hissed.

    Someone had called.
    Someone must be here.
    Someone was.

    Although horses rely heavily on sight, they are not without other senses. As her ears spun they listened, and the rain sounded a bit off in one area, like it was hitting a different surface. As her lungs drew in a breath her nose caught the scents, the moisture heightening some, like damp horse hair.

    Ampere paused, staring directly at what should be Toulouse's position as her other senses closed in; her gaze narrowed. Utilizing the energy lost in the ground, Ampere yanked it up in its raw state. Blue sparks popped and sizzled all around her. She shaped them into three coyotes, outlines shuddering as an electric line would randomly arc out wildly. Silently they snarled, the hiss of energy their only noise as they charged towards the supposed hiding spot.

    The blue light was nearly fluorescent on the sheen of her wet hide and metal. She was as charged as the lightning in the clouds, her muscles alive with electricity that whipped violently through her. With baited breath she waited for the response: an empty assault to make her a fool, a direct hit to make her a victor, or moment's delay to make her a target.



    A: 1/3
    D: 0/1
    W: 798/800
    I've been trying to fix my pride
    But that shit's broken

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    Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.

    Toulouse Posts: 146
    Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 8.0 | def: 11.0 | dam: 4.0
    Gelding :: Equine :: 17hh :: Six HP: 74 | Buff: ENDURE
    Boomslang :: Green Ratsnake :: Paralyze Neverrmind
    #3
    [quote='Toulouse' pid='203208' dateline='1491802408']

    TOULOUSE
    GLORY & GORE GO HAND IN HAND


    Thunder spoke, but it was not of the clouds.
    Her footfalls were an entire thunderclap, steady and determined as the Mother of Companions arrived at the dunes with an arsenal of weaponry readied and wielded. Armed with toothy collars and phantom steel, the Sultana appeared spikier than any cactus - or was it just her dagger-like eyes? Perhaps they were her sharpest blade of all.
    The constrictor upon the thief’s crown reared his head in anticipation, forked tongue briefly peaking out of his lips to taste what might have approached. Due to his poor eyesight, it was necessary to attempt a taste at the air and what it held. Toulouse though, had a perfect view of the woman and was soon to eye the rival’s own bonded. A parrot? The Sultana had arrived to battle with… a parrot?

    It seemed the Sultana would not tarry though, and as the rain pelting his elegantly cloaked hide began to slow, the thief found himself under the gaze of the Mother. Tink, tink, tink - rain upon armor was awfully loud, even the kind that caused you to seemingly dissapear into the night. Sucking in a breath, the kind that could not be silenced (and that he deeply regretted) Toulouse felt her knife-like gaze upon the dune where he stood and, suddenly, his feet felt the urge to move. Just one step would be all it took to give away his location, and so the gelding remained frozen, rigid and painfully still as his rival welcomed the power from the atmosphere into her midst.
    Magic.

    It seemed as all sound was ceasing when the Sultana’s magic took a hold of it, nothing but vibrant hisses and whip-like zaps carrying urgency and fear across the air. Toulouse knew what that was. Only a few weeks prior Oizys had used a similar attack on him.
    The dogs emerged, approached, hissing and barking as their assault began. Indesicion gripped him, holding him in place as he weighed up the consequences of giving up his exact location over that zap and pang of a shock. Either would potentially leave him without victory.
    Closer and closer they came, and finally he had an answer as he gazed into their jaws. Toulouse knew what that felt like, he knew that bite.

    Just a second longer and he would have been shocked into oblivion, though luckily the beast had managed to snag himself a brilliant leap to the left of the lashing surge, the fluorescent light of which illuminating his legs and underbelly as he stormed to the side. A back pastern, soft and fleshy, was snagged by a whip-like spark upon his devious dash, causing him to grit his teeth against the torment and pain as his right back leg locked momentarily to brace against the shock and burn. He took a few limping paces and he continued his escape, excluding his injured hock from his step for a small number of awkward strides as he assessed it’s damage; minimal, just annoyingly painful.
    Not a moment later the gelding’s sights were fixed back upon the dark woman, arching his back and spine to build power from his hind as he quickly planned his assault.

    Drawing the bullwhip from it’s place around his neck, Toulouse expertly held it by the handle between his teeth as his paces took him closer to his target. Boomslang gave a quiet hiss of his own, once again tasting the air as their rival’s heat signature came into the his view.
    There was not a moment to loose; The gelding would act now before he was discovered. His strides becoming longer, faster, he approached.

    Rearing his head high and striking out to the air with his two front feet, Toulouse sought to gain enough momentum to send the whip’s lash belting down around Ampere’s front right leg. The gelding aimed for one of the most forgiving points, the pastern, in the hopes of plucking it out from under her as he began his next move.
    His spine still arched, horns at the ready, A grunt came to escape his nares as he pushed himself off of powerful hindquarters, all with the plot to drive his horns into her hip and even spill her over, all the while keeping a firm grip upon the end of the Bullwhip’s handle. It was early days, but for now the thief felt as though he had the upper hand.


    ATTACK No. 1/3
    WORDS; 739
    DAMAGE; -5, burn to back right pastern
    @ampere

    I AM THE KEY TO THE LOCK IN YOUR HOUSE—
    DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
    YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—

    EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
    OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
    CLIMBING UP THE WALLS

    SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
    CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD

    Blu the Bootyful Posts: 443
    Administrator atk: 99 | def: 99 | dam: 99
    Mare :: Other :: 5'7" :: 25 HP: 99999 | Buff: TWERK
    Blu
    #4
    Time limit exceeded. Ampere defaults to Toulouse. Toulouse earns 0.5 VP.
     HP: 1100

    Helovia Hard Mode


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