the Rift


Invasion Round Three :: Cluster Two

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#1
You have 72 hours to respond to this round. Before the round is over, HERD LEADS can send cluster change request to the OFFICIAL account.

Further information can be found in the Detailed Rules under the Chaos Style invasion section.

Argetlam has been knocked out due to the player's request, those from his cluster assume dual characters aided in his fainting.
Verenia Rinta has been knocked out by Peixos.
Quilyan has been knocked out by Gaucho.
Ktulu has been knocked out by Ariadne.



Locket
Murdock
Birch
Ophelia
Ascended Helovian

Ophelia the Amaranthine Posts: 701
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.0 hh :: 6 Years HP: 77 | Buff: BULK
Tinek :: Royal Silver Dragon :: Frost Breath & Shock Breath Tamme
#2


Ophelia acknowledged Murdock’s subtle nod of the head with a slight smirk, her figure aimed straight for the hairy unicorn stallion. She felt her magic do its work on his mind, and she could not help but allow her soul to revel in the purely lost expression that crossed her opponent’s features. Every step she took was erased into nothing until her jaws grasped hold of his crest. She felt his flesh give way to her jaws but the squeal of pain inspired her compassion. Ophelia unleashed the stallion as he tore away, the pleasure she felt from his agony diminishing into guilt that ached in a subtle way. Blood was such a bitter tasting liquid, and the crimson lightly stained the fur on her jaw. As soon as she released him from her grasp, she turned on her haunches, her body providing a tight barricade for Murdock’s kicks to land, though LOCKET managed to take the brunt of the force on his rump instead.

Their opponent was a warrior for a reason – she noticed. Even with all of his hair and the short, ornate build, Ophelia could see in his movement that he intelligently took blows that he could not avoid and knew to get out of the tight situation she and Murdock have shoved him into.

No smirk resided on her lips now as she made eye contact with LOCKET, who gazed at her in such confusion. The expression on her alabaster face was stony, and her dual colored eyes took no mirth in his suffering. As he turned back to where she stood, Ophelia readied herself, prepared for a clean battle – an honorable battle. Perhaps then, her father would be proud. As they faced each other, she bowed her neck in acknowledgement of the fight they would now dance, prepared for the fact that if she lost against this opponent, it would be because he was stronger and more skilled. Always, the strong will survive, and the strong deserve to survive. But Ophelia was not weak, and for what she lacked in highly developed musculature and somewhat gangly legs, she made up for in a keen, sharp mind. The sun was at her back, setting her figure in a bright, haloed light, and she lowered her neck, dipping her chin to her chest. If he were to run at her head on, his body would first meet the point of her pearly horn.

The distance between herself and LOCKET seemed to disappear into time, and she saw out of the corner of her crimson eye that he was aiming to bite at her crest on the right side. The sun was in her favor, shading her body from his sight, but his movements were plain and illuminated. Perhaps that tactic would have been better used on a shorter individual, because Ophelia’s 16 hand height was easily raised to far beyond that as she shifted her weight onto her hindquarters and lifted her front legs off the ground. Ophelia threw her weight to the left, but his speed and agility was initially underestimated. Even though she reared to remove herself from the situation, his teeth still managed to scrape over her shoulder on the right side, just behind the area that was stripped of hair from Ariadne’s hooves. Ophelia snorted and the shock of pain, though no blood was drawn as her body was still in motion away from his bite. As soon as her front hooves landed again, her forehand turned away, she lashed out with one hind, cloven hoof, not interested in being unbalanced but protecting herself from any attack he might attempt with her hips in his vicinity.

When he raced past, Ophelia no longer remained motionless. Even as she struck out with one hind hoof, LOCKET’s two caught in the fibers of her crimson adorned tail and managed to catch the back of her hind canon as she was bringing the leg back under her to move forward. The nick was not as severe as it could have been if she would have just remained still, but the thinner skin of her leg was more susceptible to damage, and it tore. Blood dripped from a 3cm cut on the back of her hind right canon, beneath her hock, and she grunted as an ache formed from the skin shifting while she distanced herself for a breather. She caught the wind in her lungs as she cantered another wide circle, turning and tearing toward LOCKET once more. Ophelia dipped her chin to her chest and aimed her horn at LOCKET’s right loin at the very moment the stallion was in midair, trying to attack MURDOCK. Knowing that LOCKET was clever, however, she prepared herself to stop, forehooves digging into the ground as she swung her hips to the right and lashed out at LOCKET’s face in a stern, sharp kick. The moment her hind legs were back on the ground, she lunged out of the way, turning her head over her high withers to make sure that LOCKET was not following too dangerously close.



[[(3/3) - (849 words) - (2/2 companion use) - (1/2 magic use)
(Damage Taken: Bruise on right shoulder from Ariadne. Hairless scrape across right shoulder behind the first bruise. 3cm, bleeding nick on the back of her right canon)

- Dodges Locket's bite at her crest but scrapes off hair along her shoulder
- Locket's kick nicks her hind, right leg as she tries to kick him
- Comes around to try and spear Locket's right loin with her horn as he is rearing at Murdock
- Spins her haunches around and lashes out at Locket's face with a kick
- Runs away quickly to avoid backlash, maybe.... :P
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OPHELIA
Faith shattered and decays as frosted blood flows in my veins

sdrcow @ DA




Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.


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Murdock Posts: 198
Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Gaz
#3



Murdock felt his rear hooves connect with LOCKET’S fleshy rump as the Arab turned his hip in to take the blow. It was a clever move on the chestnut’s part, and Murdock grit his teeth in frustration as he missed his mark. The Unicorn was quite a bit smaller than him, and as such his lighter build was aiding him in dodging attacks. Turning back toward LOCKET as the stallion slid to a halt, he blinked against the light of the sun as its golden rays struck his face. His opponent had set his sights on Ophelia now, with revenge in his eyes. The chestnut lunged out with his teeth to catch the white mare on the neck, kicking out at her chin as he passed. Murdock’s body tensed, prepared to come to the aid of his leader if she should require it.

As the small stallion twisted back around toward him, finished with Ophelia, Murdock steeled himself for his opponent’s next attack. His muscles tensed as LOCKET ran toward him, weight shifting back onto his hindquarters as the Arab slid to a halt and rose in a low rear. Cloven hooves struck out for his right shoulder and Murdock reared up on his hind legs, striking out at the Arab’s chest in a counter-attack. Given his advantage in height, LOCKET’S hoof connected with his right elbow instead and Murdock grunted from the sharp pain as he leaned away to the left. His wings were spread for balance as he twisted away from the chestnut, emerald eyes falling upon Ophelia as she rushed toward LOCKET with her head lowered.

He threw his weight to the left, forelegs extended as he jumped away from his adversary. Hopefully, Ophelia would manage to keep LOCKET busy and give him some time to prepare for another attack. Turning toward the south, his hind legs pushed off the moist soil as he lunged into a canter and circled the Arab to face his left side. Damp grass whispered against his sides as he turned toward his opponent, the cool wind sweeping across his sweat-dampened body. Spreading his wings as he galloped forward, he pushed off into the air as he approached the Arab. Wings tilted upward to slow his airspeed as he swung his hindquarters forward, hind legs coming down toward LOCKET’S back in an attempt to strike him in the center of his spine.

Murdock’s weight carried him forward as gravity pulled him back toward the earth, his hooves digging into the soft soil on LOCKET’S right side as his feet connected with the ground. His elbow ached in protest as his weight was thrown forward, wings still spread to maintain his balance. He leaned onto his forehand as he struck out with his hind legs for LOCKET’S right knee, attempting to land a debilitating blow to the sensitive joint. His heart hammered in his chest as he tucked his wings into his sides, cantering forward a few paces before turning back around to face the chaos of battle. Their enemies had begun to fall as victory came into sight, excitement and noise clouding his mind as he shifted his weight off his right foreleg.

(Summary: Murdock rears up onto his hind legs as Locket strikes out at his shoulder, taking the blow on his right elbow and aiming to hit Locket in the chest with a counter-attack. He jumps to the left as Ophelia rushes toward Locket, circling around him to come up on his left side. Murdock lifts off into the air as he jumps toward Locket, aiming his hind hooves to come down in the center of his spine. As he lands back onto the ground, he aims a kick for Locket's right knee.)

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Start me off and watch me go

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Locket Posts: 74
Up For Adoption atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: 7 HP: 60.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Teppei :: Giant Panda :: Stormcall Adoptable
#4


What was seconds felt like minutes, each movement felt like it was in slow motion and all Locket could tell himself to do was simply; think and breathe. His slight compact body was bred well for stamina and speed, but even his Arabian heritage was beginning to feel the heat under these odds. Both his opponents looked liked they came at him with their full force, noticeably taller and thicker than himself in physique and with the added confidence that came a dependable army. The battlefield was rapidly changing, the scent of his only comrade Ariadne had gone distant, like she had been dragged into another part of the battle. It was this kind of loneliness amongst the fray that could destroy one's concentration and cost him his life, but Locket had lived his life as a vagabond. Grit and determination was something he had in spades.

As he reared to attack MURDOCK, he could feel the tingling pain sensation of a scrape on his left hock, the scratch minimal compared to that on his neck that bled into his chestnut fur. If he had the time he would have commended OPHELIA on her fighting ability, for one so young she possessed quite the mind in the heat of battle. Yet, such compliments would have to wait as a couple of seconds ticked and MURDOCK was retaliating. The obsidian brute squares up to the little warrior and makes himself taller, much to Locket's chagrin, the Arab's own cloven hooves striking MURDOCK's elbow area. It was then that too hooves punished him quite firmly on the centre on his chest, earning a deep grunt from Locket which was cut short as his breath was taken away and ears flickered to the approaching hooves of OPHELIA. If he had the time the little stallion would have cursed his situation, back hooves fumbled and took steps backwards from the force of MURDOCK's attack. Moving his body as OPHELIA's horn made impact, instead cutting into the flesh where his rump curved into his back.

Forelegs touched the floor as green eyes watched the leggy alabaster mare spin, his mind trying to keep up with each attack and right at that moment Locket's snowy ears laced back as dainty feet shifted. His heart pumping faster, his body marred in blood and bruises. Locket knew his part in his battle was going to come to an end if he didn't figure out something quick. If two on one, always run.

Locket almost nodded to himself and his gaze glazed over in relief as MURDOCK moved out left when his comrade took the offensive once more. Wincing and grunting, Locket switched back to rely on his speed again, head flying into the air as he hopped into a twisting mini rear, whites of his eyes showing as he watched OPHELIA's hooves narrowly miss his well-formed panda face. As soon as cloven feet touched the grassy ground the warrior ran, in a strange moment it seemed all the fighting ceased as each fighter took their turn to breathe.

Nostrils of pure white and flaring pink blew hard, tail held high in breed fashion as he carefully avoided the patch of snow that had formed from BIRCH ... BIRCH? In the chaos of battle it seemed the black femme who was helping the tree horse had fallen, and the grey draft had yet to confront him. Locket had to admit, he wasn't used to fighting a tree, but her bulky heritage he was experienced at fighting against since his spar with Archibald. However, Locket didn't get chance to engage the mare himself as something flapped and eyes strayed upwards. "Shit."

The rear hooves of MURDOCK fell dangerously towards his spine, the warrior danced out of the way in time and slid onto the snowy ground. Cursing once more as he picked up into a canter and off the grass that had been turned wintry by the grey tree's blizzard. MURDOCK wasn't finished however, the pegasus hit the floor and flashed a kick for his right knee, Locket responded by rearing. Wincing visibly as both his shoulder and chest protested, feeling the whoosh of MURDOCK's hoof fly past his knee just in time. Taking the odd black hair with it. The panda boy let a smile work its way onto his face as he rather awkwardly cantered towards MURDOCK, the injuries beginning to show as his movements were noticeably slower than usual. He aimed a quick bite for MURDOCK's shoulder, where a white wing joined the equine body. Hoping to rip into some muscle unknown to him before cantering away as fast as his weary body would allow him to, puffing with each stride.

Sooty legs felt heavy like he'd been running for hours without rest. His canter turned to a halt and a hoof raised in the air before glazed green eyes that now targeted OPHELIA. The magical power flowed through his body for the last time and channelled into his left hoof, he let the feeling of invincibility that came with magic flow through him before slamming his hoof upon the earth. Making the ground crack and moan. Hoping dearly that she had been knocked off balance, Locket made one final lunge for the pale Leader, using his teeth once again to try to rip into her jugular.

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[w/c: 890] [magic uses: 2/2] [injuries: Locket sustains flesh injuries to right crest, left hock and back as well as bruising to left rump and chest.]
[Summary: Locket does get a small scratch on his hock from Ophelia's flying kick at him, he then takes Murdock's rear firmly on his chest which knocks the wind out of him and pushes him back. Which subsequently allows him to dodge Ophelia's horn to the lion and instead injures the top of his back. Locket then rears once again with his head raised high to miss Ophelia's next kick before running off at the same time as she does. He pauses for a moment before noticing Murdock attacking him from above, which he canters out of the way of and rears to dodge his opponents kick. Locket's movements are noticably slower due to injury and he attempts to bite the muscle area that connects Murdock's wing to his body before running off and using a war stomp on Ophelia to try knock her off balance and going to bite her jugular.]

Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay

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