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.[rainy day]. xx.seventh, silence, alicia [opt].xx « Thread Started on Apr 30, 2007, 9:48pm »
.[come meet me first, face to face].
The rain drizzled down amid a misty sky, dappling the little meadow in sparkles. The Battlefield was a little meadow, with lush pathes of slippery grass, and dry patches of brittle and wet grass. It had a five mile diameter; pretty small, if any big wars were to happen... vegetation was strewn all around, forestry attempting to sneak past their boundaries. This meadow was magical in a way that others were not, but not in the unicorn and pegasus sense; no, it was a magic far beyond that. It was magic held by the Rain, the Rain and the rain that now drifted from the dark, stormy sky. In the distance, thunder rumbled and groaned; a storm would be approaching soon.
Grass blades knelt to admit a large bulk, splattered black and white, an obvious frame in the sea of dullish green. He had a spring to his step; something exciting was going to happen. Or maybe not, he thought. He is only a boy, after all. His beetle eyes darted from here to there, taking in his surroundings. Small, slippery, surrounded by mountains. There were no signs of previous battles; not even a drop of blood. That'll change soon, he thought almost mournfully. It was so different from his river; his river was a demon, a bloodthirsty, unsatisfied demon that tore apart any unlucky victim. It -- no, thought he, she -- was beautiful, in a lethal way, and had acquired this bright red tinge to her waters, like she'd added lipstick. Or something. But one thing was for sure, she was merciless. And I just love how she does that, he thought as his suprise faded away.
The other wasn't here yet. The colt. But what if he'd chickened out? Or perhaps he was just being 'fashionably late'? O, foals these days... never on time like they used to be. His eyebrows drew together as he processed the fight through his head. The colt he was up against... of course, he couldn't lose, he would not lose... but it may be a bit difficult. The colt was a mustang, a wild horse; not that Seventh wasn't wild either, it's just that there was a possibility that the mustang could be stronger. No... no, he'd not, stop being psycotic, he told himself sternly. The very thought of being beat by the little kid... was laughable. No, it wouldn't happen; it was a joke, the boy winning...
The thin drizzle swelled to the size of a large rainfall. It soaked him through to his skin; it blurred his vision. What an unexpected turn of events; not he couldn't see. O boy. He gave a short laugh; no, his luck would carry him through. He was the seventh son, right? If he was lucky, his luck would pass on whenever he had seven foals, all boys. Then his thoughts veered. To his girl. To Alicia. He gave a short sigh, nearly choking on the rain, as his muzzle was uplifted. Alicia. She was so beautiful, like a devilish angel sent from heaven to give a poor man some comfort. Her voice, her clever soul, her body... all his, all his, she was so... perfect. So powerful. So easy to love... He shook his head. It wasn't love, not the gooey, empty-headed playful love... no, Seventh didn't love; he simply... liked. But he could hardly resist complying with his... "dirty thoughts" whenever he saw her. But maybe that was just because she was, you know, hot.
The rainfall increasing to a downpour, muffling any sound, blurring all vision, numbing touch, hiding smell. So how was the fight to progress now? With all senses but taste limited, what to do? Blindly strike out? Thunder blared, a wild rhythm by an amateur drummer. A real rainstorm. Downpour. Seventh knew he should feel worried, but strangely, he felt... nice, all his thoughts flying away, forgetting. Another loud blast of thunder brought back his veering thoughts, however, as he stood, waiting for his opponent, if he showed up.
Re: .[rainy day]. xx.seventh, silence, alicia [opt « Reply #1 on May 2, 2007, 7:09pm »
Silence's stilts carried him swiftly through the forest, the crooked river growing farther and farther away from him, and the trees started to look less menacing, and seemed to no longer curl in a claw-like manner. Soon, his bright orbs sighted an clearing in front of him, it was a rather large one, and seemed almost desertlike but he knew that once he passed that, the battlefield would only be a short stop away. His hooves hit the hard ground, leaving large prints in the hard dust, which flew up and clouded along with other grit and sand as his pace increased to a gallop, realizing that Seventh Son must be there already, and most likely thinking that he had chickened out or given up, which was the opposite of anything he would do, in this situation.
Soon, he saw a nice meadow, with slightly slippery grass due to the recent rain that had just befallen this territory. The stallion could smell no blood, see no blood, nor any other sign of battle. Clearly, no one else had used this place for awhile, or at least after the rain. This place was like a chalkboard, someone would use it and mark it all up, but then the rain would come and wash it all away like an eraser, giving everyone a new sheet everytime. Silence's nostrils flared as he scented the smell of Seventh Son and knew he was nearing the place. His pools saw the great bulk of a paint in front of him, and he swung around to a stop right in front of the stallion.
The rain had started to fall harder, the cool liquid pouring down in large sheets of blue. It was hard to see Seventh Son now, the outline of him extremely blurry, especially the white parts since they almost seemed part of the rain. Silences eyes squinted in the harsh rain, sharpening their gaze in order to be able to see during the battle. He was nervous, but was confident he would not go down quickly, he was a mustang and he had the blood of the wild running through his veins. Again, he glanced at Seventh Son to see what he was doing. The horse seemed to be in deep thought, not paying much attention to the black stag who stood in front of him. Silence was about to say something, when another thought struck his mind. What if he did lose? What if he died? No, that would be preposterous, if he lost, he would lose his dignity, lose his pride, which was not acceptable. He would win, and that was his final thought.
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.[rainy day]. xx.seventh, silence, alicia [opt] « Reply #2 on May 2, 2007, 8:22pm »
[I'm sorry, poison. Just read my post, you'd get it... but... well I'm sorry.]
[a l i.c i a]
[×] It was quite ironic how the mind works. Without knowing it, her limbs had carried her into the vast land. It was like a bowl, with mountains to the right and left, and every time a battle occurs, blood was shed just like some leftovers were left in every bowl. then, when water is sprayed like it is in reality, everything is washed away, to be used and re-used again. Another thing quite puzzling is that right when the word 'hot' flashed into Seventh Son's mind, the framework of the beauteous vixen stepped into the peripheral vision of the stag, and close enough so that he could see her through the sheets of falling rain that covered up most of the land. Another thing that was quite ironic, the water seemed to be trying to erase away the left overs even before the three were gone, leaving anything behind. Could this be a sign of large bloodshed? That even before anything happened, Fate was trying to erase any marks? Like they were trying to get a head start? And what was really funny... Almost all the water went downhill and flowed into Seventh Son's river, adding a deeper shade of red into the waters. Could this have already been planned in the bright light of the devil's fire?
[×] Her pools pretended not to notice him, and she swung her bodice around, as if to look for him, her rump and raised pendulum almost whacking him, but lightly and purposely missing, though straight between his optics and directly in front of him. He'd have to be cheered on by something, right? Her optics narrowed as she continued her search, without luck. She was quite the actor, almost no one could tell that she was faking unless they weren't deeply attracted, conceited, and their mind was on something else. Such as a distraction like the battle about to occur. Most everyone was too shallow, too deeply hypnotized by her appearance that they couldn't see through her beauteous pelt to the dark heart. Stags weren't afraid of showing it, but it was quite obvious that they sometimes were fakes. Like how Silence seemed. Alicia was the good-bad type of person. The gazelle could smear your facade into the dust and run off, and while she was doing that, she had a few true thoughts that gave credit to someone... more humble than the rest. Silence, for example. He had a muscular bod and a good strong, will. The vix was hesitant to give him this type of credit, though she knew in the back of her dirty heart, it was there. And she might not be good enough for someone as... no! Her thoughts ended there. There was nothing left to give, even though it was clearly visible. It all depended on the fight now.
[×] The femme turned back to her original position and trotted toward Seventh Son's lateral edge. Her poll resting on his framework, she laid a content sigh. Her optics equally balanced on either sides of his perpendicular divider, she lifted her nape. Her pools watched him as she shifted her weight, walked around him once while moving his pendulum aside as she paused by his rear. Her mug nosed underneath his back twin towers, but easily removed herself from the position, continuing to the other side of him. A rather sly smile was creamed onto her kissers, her occulus glistened with a look that got gladiators like seventh himself to want her. If he won, maybe that would be his surprise. But if he lost, she would taunt him forever, probably look for another herd to join. That would really get his dream box to think like she wanted it to. Her maw's crevice opened to reveal a more arousing smile, contradictory to what she really wanted. The vixen was the type that got you to 'desire' her, but never actually wanted to do it. Just wanted to tear you in half. The training that she felt every Breaking's Words needed. They needed to toughen up and face the fact: not everyone who you love will take you in as well.
Re: .[rainy day]. xx.seventh, silence, alicia [opt « Reply #3 on May 4, 2007, 5:26pm »
He enjoyed the particularily satisfying, tickling sensation of Alicia's butt hairs in front of his muzzle. He recieved wind of her floral smell full blast, and when her rear end left his vision he gave a dazed kind of sigh. He felt the places where he'd been touched by her angellic beauty tingle in an exciting way. His heart gave a mighty lurch when he felt the weight of her muzzle nuzzling the place behind his ears. He gave a small, longing whimper, then opened his eyes again, careful to shield them with his eyelashes from the rain. He gave her a desirable nuzzle on her smooth nape, though it was made slippery by the downpour; his eyes lingered in dirty places. He breathed contentedly, spitting out water that had snuck into his mouth. "Dear Alicia, sadly, the fight must soon begin..." he said in a hoarse voice.
He gazed at the blurry figure in front of him, and wondered how the hell he was going to fight in this damm storm. He gave an irritable grunt as he thought, the rain sending a sheet of cold into his skin. He gave a slight shudder, but ignored the cold. He was fighting for his pride, and to keep in shape; a trivial thing like a bit of rain shouldn't hurt his startegy. Heck, it might even turn out for the better for him. He called out to Silence, uncaring whether he could hear; he was going to give the boy half a chance in this fight, seeing as he was so completely inexperienced in such things. "Okay, boy; you have decided to fight me. This will be your most atrocious mistake, mark my words. As the challenged, I... go first..." He drew out the 's' sound in the last word, cutting it off abruptly, and, without warning, dashed forward.
Seventh decided to just get this fight out of the way; the boy wasn't really worth working hard on. That meant he had to give him a few strong blows on the head. Who cares if his mind got messed up? He'd asked for it. It wouldn't go halfway to giving him enough stress to worry. He wanted to give him a snappy tap on the head first; if he could scrape up any luck, he might get a lucky hit, and make the kid too dizzy and reflexes too slow to dodge any more hits, and then the match would be over. But if he missed, he was surely in for it, for it did involve a certain degree of risk for himself. He bared his teeth, reluctant to let his mind wander any more, in case he trod on the thought of missing. It was surely too shameful if he'd lose...
He gnashed his teeth together, then lifted his front legs in a rear; the movement seemed slower than before. He'd let himself get out of shape. You bad thing, he told himself jokingly. Going to seed before your prime years hadn't even washed away yet. Just for a second, his white, soft underbelly was exposed, a surefire way to give him a good enough kick to slow down his reflexes by alot, considering he'd never bothered to toughen up his stomach muscles. If the kid thought to hit there, he might have a chance of winning, but Seventh doubted he was smart enough to think of it- it was the only reason he was trying it first. He'd be down and out before he'd know what was happening if he tried to pull this move on an experienced fighter. He brought his daggers down, slippery and coated with rainwater, hoping lazily that ti would make contact with the boy's little noggin.
Re: .[rainy day]. xx.seventh, silence, alicia [opt « Reply #4 on May 6, 2007, 1:26am »
The rain pounded down mercilessly on the wide meadow, soon to be tainted by crimson blood that may drop from the two fighting horses. The mare, what was her name? Alicia, yes that was it, and Seventh Son were flirting in the field. Silence snorted impatiently, "Stupid mare, keep your butt to yourself and we can get a move on!" he thought irritatedly, his lust for battle making him completely ignore Alicia's beauty. The black stag shook his head, to clear the rainwater from his eyes as his blurred vision saw the vixen going away from Seventh Son, indicating that the battle would soon start. His soaked forelock hung in his eyes, making it even more difficult to see so he shook his head once more, to get that out of the way.
Seventh Son said that he was the challenged, so he would be going first. Silence did not completely agree on the him being the challenged part but it was a bit to late now as Seventh came towards him, rearing up to expose his soft underside for a moment. The large paint rose slower than the black stallion expected, obviously not as excessed as he would of liked to be. Did this horse think him completely stupid and idiotic? To not go for a perfectly vulnerable belly? No, Silence was not naive nor inexperienced. The mustang reared up as well, though not as high as Seventh Son and kicked forward with his front legs, aiming towards the exposed belly, just as Seventh Son started coming down towards his head. His hooves landed hard on the ground after kicking and he jumped out of the way, the piebalds hooves managing to scrape him slightly on the head, a light cut forming but it was not bad and Silences speed had not let him down, thank the heavens.
Gnashing his teeth as he snarled threateningly at the bulky stallion. "Mistake? I think not. It's actually quite refreshing to fight one so..experieced as you, Seventh Son," Silence said conversationally, treating the battle as merely a training session, not a life or death matter. His gut twisted nervously as he looked at the paint. He was bulky and well muscled, scarred from previous battles. Assuming that his c.ockiness was not all show, and actually had some background, this was not going to be a easy match, but no matter, Silence would not lose, no matter what the risk or how long the fight were to drag on but Seventh Son clearly hinted that he would make it quick and "finish" Silence off quickly.
Re: .[rainy day]. xx.seventh, silence, alicia [opt « Reply #5 on May 6, 2007, 12:18pm »
The stupid runt. Just because Seventh gave him a chance didn't mean he couldn't take it away just as quickly. His reflexes may've been slower than before, but it didn't mean they were completely lost to him. As quickly as he could manage, he twisted his body a bit so that the kid's hoof didn't get him right -- there. Instead, he felt a short, shallow gash draw a line from the side of his stomach to a bit of his side, and gave a surly grunt when his hoof missed crushing the boy's head. That move was a complete failure; he probably should've waited until he was more warmed-up, because with the rain pouring down on all sides, and most every sense blurred and mangled, it made him feel sick, and made him aim off-center. Now it was one hit each.
Now, twisting his body was definatly not the best idea; now he couldn't make a smooth follow-through to the next move. But it had saved him the risk of slower reflexes; with his reflexes as slow as they were, he couldn't risk them any slower; he wanted to show the kid what real power was. He began to feel his problem catching up more quickly than before; he was breathing in a ragged rhythm, and slightly more heavily than before. His stamina was catching up to him, he could feel the energy wasted from dodging the colt's attack. Maybe he really would lose, maybe, just maybe, he really could be defeated... no... that won't happen...
Seventh took a few quick steps back, panting lightly, feeling his coat become sticky from the beginnings of perspiration. He gave a ragged, severe grin, and choosing not to respond, lifted his head, muzzle pointing up into the ever-pouring rain, and gave a quavering howl, like a wolf's. It slid up and down, and made the hairs stand up on his nape; it sent chilling vibrations down his spine. It was something he'd done before, both as bait to lure fear from the opponent and to energize himself; it mayhap be because the wolf was a symbol of power, and Seventh had always been quite obssessive with power. The last note breathed its last as it rang through the air, and his gave Silence a more half-crazy, lopsided grin.
He felt a trickle of warm blood slosh down his side from the cut; maybe it was deeper than he thought. But no matter; Seventh couldn't feel the pain now, the pounding rain water was numbing it. This would be the little boy's last hit in this match.
Re: .[rainy day]. xx.seventh, silence, alicia [opt « Reply #6 on May 9, 2007, 10:43pm »
OOC: I'm in a very dry mood right now, so sorry if the post sucks or is really short >.<
Silence glared at the bulky paint horse who had a small gash on his side thanks to his kick. The black stallion had not hit him dead on, but it was better than nothing. The rain was lightening, but not that much. Now it was pouring instead of a merciless pounding, not much of a gain. His slippery main fell down his nape, water dripping off of it to the already puddle covered meadow. His eyes flared with a fierce determination, staring at Seventh Son, determining where to hit next. The mud sloshed around his daggers, increasing the chance of falling or slipping and any mistakes could be fatal in this battle, so he was very careful where he stepped.
Something he noticed was that Seventh's breathing was becoming increasingly ragged, much faster than the normal horse. It could be some sort of breathing problem, but surely such a strong, mighty horse could not have that. Knowing that if he kept firing attacks at him, it would surely be lethal and a horrible mistake. Thunder boomed in the distance, a couple seconds after the previous lighting strike, signaling the storm was passing farther and farther away. Even if the rain stopped, the meadow would still be treacherously wet and very dangerous.
Silence put a hoof forward, taking a step, followed by another, and another as he neared the piebald. Tail flicking back and forth while he was contemplating where to attack. Deciding that he should drag out the fight for a longer period of time, stood there, dangerously close to where Seventh Son was. "Come and attack me why don't you?" Silence teased, taunting him. The black stallion knew it would take a while to get Seventh Son truly mad, because even with what Silence had said back by the river, the paint had kept a cool head and had not become angry like Silence expected.
Halting right in front of Seventh Son, he stood there for a moment, staring him down. Suddenly and abruptly, he galloped towards Seventh Son's neck and bit at the bulky paint's neck.
Re: .[rainy day]. xx.seventh, silence, alicia [opt « Reply #7 on May 20, 2007, 6:48pm »
ooc: this post is short. but I can't think right now, I'd just finished my sols and the practice completely drained my brain.
He noticed the little rat's eyes on him. He stared back, coolly and intentionally. Water sloshed down his sides, making him shiver with cold and excitement, his ragged breathing becoming increasingly ragged still. The rain let up a little, but it didn't help much; it still felt like swimming on land, expect with slightly less resistance. He pulled hsi ears back, narrowed his eyes, bared his crooked teeth, seething; he may well have been playing into the cursed little insect, but he didn't care, this fight was going on for longer than he'd expected, he couldn't let this go on any longer. His gaze laid rest on the muscles of the colt's neck; he had to admit, they were actually pretty neart and strong, but just muscle wouldn't help. Seventh did expect a kind of surprise attack, like a quick bite, so he kept his gaze on those neck muscles, ready to move and shoot if he saw the slightest twitch. Which was lucky really, because the rat did attack, and mroe quickly than he could manage if it were truly a surprise.
He thrust his head forward as soon as he saw the blurred movement of the other's head being thrust forward as well, and opened his own maw, ready to afflict damage in turn for damage (whatever that means). He felt a short moment of pain as the colt's teeth sunk into the side of his neck; luckily not a vital point. The lashing rain numbed the pain, so he could only feela subtle annoyance on his neck. He ignored the trickles of blood quickly thickening as they slid off his neck, washed away by the rain. He waited to see whether his strike hit or not.
Re: .[rainy day]. xx.seventh, silence, alicia [opt « Reply #8 on May 25, 2007, 6:51am »
A hiss of anger escaped Silence's ivories as teeth clamped down on his sweaty nape, blood beginning to drip down. Just as the stag's teeth bit down on Seventh Son's neck, not on a major vein unfortunatly, he had twisted around and biting the black neck. The rain continued to drop down on the meadow, the sounds of thunder in the distance drowning out the battle. "It's funny really, this battle being one like that of a movie, with the storm in the background and everything," He mused, the thought running through his head.
The cut in his neck was really beginning to get to him and his maw tightened in a snarl as Silence shook it off, not willing to let the injury affect how he fought. Tired of how long the fight was dragging out, the thought of surrendering flashed through his mind but was immediatly denied. All this effort would not be wasted, no, he would continue untill he won. Circling around Seventh Son, he calculated where the next place he should attack. Swaying from side to side tauntingly, he bared his teeth and charged, reared and brought his front hooves down to the ground and stood back to see whether it was hit or miss.
Re: .[rainy day]. xx.seventh, silence, alicia [opt « Reply #9 on Jun 9, 2007, 6:59pm »
[a l i.c i a]
[×] There was no flaunting of her rump now, for her heart beat had quickened and she felt like she had no more will to watch this fight, for the blood that was sprinkled into the air made her feel a bit nauseous. She was rooting silently for Seventh, but she could only do so in her mind, for the rain's beatings were so harshly done that she could barely hear anything, except for a few moans or short piercings of air as the two stags fiercely hit each other. Even she could barely see so much hatred that they were willing to kill each other. But she guessed she should be used to it, because her father had almost killed her mother while force breeding her.
i want you to know... timeless... will always be my bff.
and yes... it was i... that exalted her... when we were in that fight.
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