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Post by lilmisspony on Mar 13, 2008 2:47:23 GMT -5
[ooc] or maybe a few more in character posts, hawkeye was going to comeback[/ooc]
Tiger shivered in his sleep, Enough so to begin to wake, rather slowly, but awake he was. Tiger could not tell how long it had been since he had collpased, but it must have been a time, for there was snow all around. There was even snow on him, and judging by that mound, it must have been quite a time too.
He felt fresh, slightly more stable, even with his neck. He could not inspect it, but from lying silently on the ground, unmoving, just feeling, he could tell that it had begun the slow process of healing. And it was going to be a slow process indeed, perhaps it would scar. Lying, feeling, he was surprised to note a warm patch, near his belly. Warmth in the snow was most unusual indeed. Slowly, carefully he rose his head, and turned. He was shocked pleasantly to see the young hawkeye laying in the snow, right next to him. An almost tenderness overwhelmed him, and he realised that in the time he had slept, the voices had been banished, and the sanity was healing itself, too. But like the gash upon his neck, it would take much time, and it would scar him for a long time.
Tiger shifted his weight and gently nudged the little colt, noting the tear streaked face. Obviously, something else had happened, or had Tiger simply been in that bad shape? In tenderness, he called to the little one beside him "wake up, little one"
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Post by flick4eva on Mar 13, 2008 2:56:10 GMT -5
A bloody canyon, fear and pain washing through it like a mighty, flowing river. Of death. He raised his head, eerie noises and those horrible white fangs. Pain, more pain. Somewhere deep down, he knew it was time. Time to let go, slip away....
Eyelids flickered open, the stiff coldness rushing through him. The little foal shuddered awake, surprised at the voice from above. He looked up to see...
"Tiger..."
He had been sure that the stallion had been lost to the world, to him. An unknown feeling pulsed through the colt, warming his heart and soul. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. Not since the accident. Hawkeye edged closer, resting a black and white head on the bay stallion's shoulder.
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Post by lilmisspony on Mar 13, 2008 3:25:15 GMT -5
Tiger smelt the bay colt over, and felt a strong sense of needing to look after the little one. Not his colt, but given to him by a stroke of fate. Fate had never loved him before, one only had to look at him now, covered in tender bruises and holding that bloody gash upon his neck. The prescence of the little one gave him a need, too, a need to become sensible once more for the sake of the colt. He could not see a delusional Tiger, nor would he respect such a stallion. But such sensibility could come slowly. Tiger deserved a chance to heal.
Although the snow swirled around them, the world felt slow sleepy and warm. Tiger gently Nuzzled the colt's neck, and said "yes, Tis I". HE did not worry for much, waht had been done was done and over now.
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Post by spirit1 on Mar 13, 2008 15:10:23 GMT -5
That'sWhat[[Y o u]]Get
when it rains !
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A shadow cast over the motionless pitiful body of Tiger. He had fallen yet still won, but he was not giving up yet, he wouldn't until he won !"Clever Coward." he whispered into his foes ears. Then he arose into a rear smashing a hole into the snow next to Tiger then he snapped his teeth back into the healing wound. Tiger couldn't get up, Rosemont was cut and bruised but not exhausted yet. "Colt, leave us to end this battle. I will make sure he lives to die of old age." he said to Hawkeye, the only reason for him to live was to raise this colt. "The horse with the most blood poured to the ground shall be the loser ... judgeing on the last fight it shall not be me !!" he taunted and took the chance to deliver a blow to Tigers front leg. He heard the cracking sound.
Young Rosemont had plenty of experiance in battling, after all this was his 11th now. Second battle with this particular stallion alone. The snow was already turning blood red thanks to Tigers gaping wound in his neck. Little treacles of blood came off of Rosemont too but not half as much as Tiger. As his thoughts drifted he began to wonder if this time or already he won, more bloodshed after all thats what the deal was. As he backed off just metres in fact this dun was waiting for the struggle Tiger would have to stand up on his hooves. "Now whom's the coward !!" he shouted over to him. Long yet sleek coat helped run let off steam and keep at body temperature, it may have been dangerous to battle at Winter but it was a risk this young stallion was willing to take.
No longer was he just doing it for the land but for Star, Waterfall, Cody, Caleb, Chace, Frothy and Light. Beating an older stallion meant far more too him than it did to his opponent. No way was he about to lose this land, his lead mare, Lights mother all in one day !! He was not about to let that happen right now.
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Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing,
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody live like it's the last day you will ever see,
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?
Everybody sing like it's the last song you will ever sing,
Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure?
Alright, so you think you're ready?
Ok, then you say this with me,
Go!
We were born for this,
We were born for this,
Alright, so you think you're ready?
OK, then you say this with me
Go!
We were born for this,
We were born for this,
We were born for this,
We were born for this,
We were born for
We were born for
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Post by Swede on Mar 13, 2008 17:14:19 GMT -5
ooc: I was under the impression that this battle was over?!
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Post by manda on Mar 13, 2008 17:27:38 GMT -5
Chorrito had been watching the bloody battle from the shade of the trees and could stand the younger stallion no longer. He stood up on his thouroughly mangled legs and struggled to walk over to the three while his hind legs were draging slightly; Rosemont, Hawkeye, and Tiger. He looked up at Rosemont as he struggled to stand. "Where does fighting get us? I may be young, but I belive that you are the coward since you insisted on attacking Tiger again where you had already injured him. Why must you have another fight?" Chorrito looked up at Rosemont once more before his mangled and bloody legs gave way under his weight. The cougars had done sereous damage, but his mother was much worse off. "Rosemont, while you are fighting are your mares not left unprotected? Why do you not care for the ones you love? Why must you fight and try to injure Tiger so that he will not be able to care for the ones that he loves!? If you injure Tiger more then you are not only auseing harm to him, but also to Hawkeye, me, and the rest of his herd. I beg you to stop this madness now!" Chorrito sobbed the last words out. He was in pain, he had just lost his mother, and now he was watching Tiger lying on the ground bleeding. He got up on his legs and wobbily made his way toward Tiger and nuzzled his back gently. Tears continued to stain his face.
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Post by lilmisspony on Mar 14, 2008 1:35:06 GMT -5
OOC: I was also under the impression that the fight was over? Or is this some kind of sad attempt at revenge? I was also under the impression that rosemont could not say that he had beoken Tigers' leg, nor that tiger could not move. that was up to me.
Tiger was up within a heartbeat upon the nugding of Chorrito. The foals did not need to see this, nor did they not need to hear it. He was surprised at the accuracy of Chorritos statement, for it had been similar to what he was going to say to the ignorant young stallion. Close but not quite.
HE nudged Hawkeye and Chorrito once more, and whispered to them"well spoken chorrito, but I do fear that it could cost you more than you have hoped. Please boys, get behind me, and be prepared to flee once more, for the truth only angers this one" He said with a small flick of the neck towards the stallion. His neck was in grave pain, but for the young ones he had to remain brave, for fear that it would scare them. The stallion had ripped into it once more whilst he had been waking up. Sheer cruelty.
Tiger spun to look at the dun, with a flash in his eyes. Chorrito was right, and Tiger was going to add to that. "You are still the coward, stallion. Ripping into my weak points whilst I have no chance to defend myself. Have you no honour? Have you no pride? Only the lowest of the low would be so pathetic as to rip into wounds such as you have. " Tiger paused drawing in breath, for the pain was sharp. Thankful for the wintersnow, as it was going to help prevent the yellow fever, Tiger stepped once towards the dun. "And you have lost already, stallion, so I advise you leave us be. Hold some of that pathetic honour of yours intact, and go" Tiger swished his tail once only, nothing more was needed, and let his eyes bore inot the depths of the Stallion's. Not with hatred, nor with anger, but just a drilling intensity that few in his homeland had been able to defy.
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Post by flick4eva on Mar 14, 2008 2:40:36 GMT -5
He gazed up at Tiger, noticing the mauled blood stains and bloody gashes. The other stallion had done this. What a sick horse.... The young colt saw a particualy large, gaping wound on Tiger's neck, crimson liquid oozing from it. He felt the nuzzle from Tiger, the bay stallion, before another horse approached. His brother. Hawkeye lept up, rushing to see his brother. He never got the chance. Words, millions or words, all hurtul and unkind, galloped through his mind. A soft nudge from the stallion, more harsh words. Pain from his loved ones. An outburst.
Hawkeye stood rooted to the spot, ignoring Tiger's attempts to move him. No, he couldn't, not this time. The last time he had stood down he had lost his mum, and nearly his brother. No, he wouldn't. He had it upto here with the foolish stallion hurting Tiger. The black and white colt moved swiftly to the mustang horse, and stood gazing up at him. The young Hawkeye was not as outspoken as his brother, but more purposeful. One fluid word escaped his mouth. Just one lonely question.
"Why?"
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Post by spirit1 on Mar 14, 2008 12:52:37 GMT -5
[[OOC: its another challenge XD ii did say ... LOL]]
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Post by Black Magic on Mar 14, 2008 14:13:50 GMT -5
Yarolala
The truly beautiful brumby cross; wondered through the rocks, now thickly covered with fast falling snow. Yet except her ice coloured mane and flowing tail; her burnt coloured hide stood out like the rich sun against the harsh iced snow fall. She moved almost silently; yet she knew she stood out; she had left the safety of the trees; in which she hid within; to find the voices on which she heard on the almost silent wind.
Pricking her ears towards the sound she picked out two strong voices; two stallions she guessed and two younger voices; which she guessed to be young foals. Moving into a swifter pace; she moved into a smooth canter; leaving no trace behind her. It was then that she almost went head first into Rosemont.
"Sir do forgive me" was her only mention of her sweet voice; which rang out in a soft purr. She stood still; her eyelashes thick with small soft flakes; melting almost instantly. Her eyes looked silently at Rosemont; for she had already met him, and yet she had not spoken at the time. Having only arrived recently; she had been weary of all.
Turning her soft eyes to Tiger and then flicking them to the foals she made one statement and only one. "This blood festered place is no place for foals; and under this statement i forbid you to fight; at least not for three days" she tossed her head casting her almost invisible mane from her eyes and revealing large dark eyes. ooc: thought be a good time for Tiger to meet Yarolala  |
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Post by spirit1 on Mar 16, 2008 7:27:57 GMT -5
WeAre[]
What must I do to restore my innocence !
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Straight into my chest smashed in the silant brumby mix I had met earlier. Her voice was soft even when she spoke few serious words. "Pardoned my dear." I said with a nod. As my blue optics looked at Tiger, he was only putting on a brave sane face for the foals that were with him. One was rather upset, I didn't think it was due to me but perhaps what had happened before he had found out about this fight he was crying far too much for it to be this fight alone. "Young one, stallions fight all the time. When you are older you will understand because you will be doing the fighting, perhaps with older stallions or perhaps with younger stallions ... but a stallion will always have a reason to fight." I swiftly said to calm him down. None of my sons were like this when they ever saw me fight, in fact BattleCry loved to fight and Arturio was like his mother ... pure evil and would fight to kill. Its not just racing champions I have to be proud of, but fighters. "I will hold this fight, the rules will not change ... whoever bleeds the most shall lose, the one to draw the most blood from the opponent wins... teach them how to fight, they will need to learn soon." I spoke with my head held high and a husky voice.
Rosemont knew nobility, decency and pride, arrogence he not always had, confidence was bountiful and this perhaps was just a show of how unprodictable he could be. No matter what Tiger would eventually get what he deserved, or perhaps he had recieved it within the past and that is what drove him to insanity in the last fight.... only Tiger knew but he could not help but wonder as he walked away and left them. It was time to rest up and introduce the herd to Star, the new lead mare. "Star, its safe and the battle has been drawn back for a while." his breathing heavy and voice rather masculine. Then with a snap of his neck he turned to Waterfall and spoke, "Lets leave to rest, and you must meet your new lead. If Diamond comes back then she will have to fight for her position I however will not let her if she has our foal by her side or is still pregnant with it, I have learned that from last time." he slowly walked along with Waterfall at his side. Everything would be fine untill Diamond came back, in that case she had allot to answer for !!
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I am outside
And I've been waiting for the sun
With my wide eyes
I've seen worlds that don't belong
My mouth is dry
With words I cannot verbalise
Tell me why
We live like this
Keep me safe inside
Your arms like towers
Tower over me, yeh
Cause we are broken
What must we do to restore
Our innocence
And all the promise we adored?
Give us life again
Cause we just wanna be whole
Lock the doors
Cause I'd like to capture this voice
It came to me tonight
So everyone will have a choice
And under red lights
I'll show myself it wasn't forged
We're at war
We live like this
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Post by crushcrushcrush on Mar 16, 2008 8:31:38 GMT -5
Arturio barreled in. He was a pure TB with the speed of one too. He was searching for his father. Finally he had found him, backing down from a fight like the weakling he is!
"Still a weakling father. If you start a fight you should finish it. Even I know that!" his gaze shifted to the young colt that was protecting the opponent.
"Are you looking for a fight?!" he said as he pushed his head infront of the brave colts.
Arturio wanted to kill his father, but now he knew that he was respected and not such the weakling his mother painted the image to be. Now he was going to teach the little colt a lesson in manners. 1) NEVER fight with a darkling or a member of the darklings family.
"Its rude to get yourself caught up in a stallions fight ma'm." he said barely flinching away from the colt. Aiming it at Yarolala.
A snort escaped from his nostrils and onto the colts muzzle. Intimidation was the key to all his fights, often it worked. With his bloodstained pelt, litrally, he flicked his half stained tail free of snow. The stains could not be washed off, not with water, not with snow, not even shampoo ... it was stained for life and would keep getting darker with each kill he makes, it was already a blood red color.
"Do as your told, go behind your stallion!!" he said harshly to the colt as he snapped his teeth at him.
Arturio was pure evil, he was to be raised with Peligrosas ... The Grim Reaper himself. And that is why he had come to his father, to tell him. For now he would fight perhaps for his father, still his mothers words rang through his head "HES JUST A WEAKLING, FINISH HIM !!" that was the day he killed his half brother, he was younger but had never liked him. His father was a bluffer too. His mother knew it, so he done as his told. |
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Post by Black Magic on Mar 16, 2008 14:57:48 GMT -5
Posting Order:
1)Yarolala
2)Rosemont
3)Star
3)Tiger
4)Hawkeye
5)Chorrito
6)Arturio
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Post by Black Magic on Mar 16, 2008 15:05:52 GMT -5
Yarolala
Yarolala said nothing more to Rosemont; she only snorted loudly in a satisfactory reply to his statement of postponing the fight.
Turning on Arturio she flicked her ears back immediately. "Don't speak to me with no respect" Yarolala said in a harsh cold voice; letting it ring out as icy as the snow that fell all around them. She turned swiftly on her forehand and slammed her hind feet into Arturio's chest. "And these colts are barely yearling's; you shall not fight with either" she said once again in her cold harsh voice.
Her ears lay flat against her skull; her beautiful icy mane lifted invisibly and silently into the air as a slight wind picked up turning the falling snow into a blizzard. Baring her equally white teeth she hissed at Arturio "You are not welcome here" snapping her teeth inches from his neck. "Now leave this herd alone" she hissed again; her eyes where dark and stood out in the cold snow; they gave out a stony look. She was equally aware of the fact that her burnt coloured hide made her stand out stunningly. |
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Post by spirit1 on Mar 17, 2008 14:14:44 GMT -5
HereWeGo[]
I'm not being the one to blame, not anymore !
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The very large muscular but young Dun flew back over before a fight would erupt between his stupid son and the silent mare. "Arturio. Back down NOW !!" he shouted at his son. Giving a cold stare at him. "Now apologise to the mare. Surely you would never talk to your dam in that manner, Mister !" he said coldly as an order. As swift as his return he snapped his head around to Yarolala and spoke calmly, "I would appreciate you not speaking to my son in such a manner to anger him, I would also recommend you leaving the punishing to me. He doesn't take well from taking orders from a mare other than his dispicable mother."
As he moved inbetween Arturio and Hawkeye he locked his son head to head, plucking his chest out to the fullest it could possibly get. "Leave him be, hes merely a weanling and I think he has learnt his lesson. Need I knock sense into you ?!" he pushed his son back and down. As Arturio moved back Rosemont went into a rear and slammed his hooves just missing him. Then as his son lowered his head, tail and chest he swished his whole body around to Hawkeye. "In future do as Tiger tells you, it could be the difference between life and death given in one order, know when to interfer and when not to." he said with a smile on his maw.
Sometimes, he could be harsh and cruel. Other times, he could be nobel and brave. Even a role model some could say. He brought his sons up to be fighters while the owners taught them to be winners, such a shame none of it sunk in with Arturio... he fought against it like his dam, seriously injuring any brave jockey nearly killing a few of the other foals if they got near his mother and him. Even killing his own half brother. He was one sick twister young Colt and needed a Mentor, thats why he had appointed him to become a lone stallion with Peligrosas so too will BattleCry. Oh he had his work cut out for him, the both loved fighting ... especially ... with .... eachother !!
As I walked moving Arturio along I smiled at the sight of Star. I thought it would be best to introduce the two and so I did, "Star, this is my troublesome son Arturio. Arturio, this is my beautiful lead mare Star." With the light hitting her in all the right places she looked far more than beautiful, stunning even ! I could not help but smile, although soon Arturio would wipe that smile from my maw with a nasty comment toward Star or me. I straightened out my face yet a smirk crept on suddenly. "Light and Waterfall should be around here somewhere, guess who we hold in company instead ?!" I sarcasticly spoke then continuing "The stallion I was fighting and his herd, PLUS the little silent mare we met earlier." I rolled my eyes before laughing loudly. Turning my rump around to bump into her own softly I stood next to her looking over the gathering. Tiger had not commented for a little while. [/color] |
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Post by Black Magic on Mar 17, 2008 14:40:44 GMT -5
Swinging On A Star
Swinging On A Star eyed firstly the colt then the small gathering from which they now stood away from. She stood to her full height; but still not matching Rosemonts. Glancing back at the colt with minor interest; snorting loudly; she let her eyes slide over his body through her long forelock which snaked down her face.
"Indeed it is a pleasure to meet you" she said stretching her muzzle out to the young stallion in greeting. Flicking her ears uncertainly about her; she listed for the slightest of sounds; ready to move if need be. She watched the colt; wondering if some nasty comment would pass through his lips. She had seen the colts outburst at the foal and then the mare; well that wouldn't be put up with in her herd.
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Post by lilmisspony on Mar 19, 2008 5:02:18 GMT -5
OOC: AHHH!!! red! can we please have a different colour, perhaps one that does not clash with the green in such a painful manner?
Tiger was livid with himself, letting his chance slip like that. He was the procrastinator, letting it all slip. One easy move, and he could have been atop the sun of the dun within a heartbeat. But, in true tiger style, he had been worried for the foals. Did they need to see such a thing. And what about this mysterious mare, that had now declared that they were not to fight? Had Tiger been the sort to chase mares, he would have been even more confused. Devestatingly beautiful, holding such a calm and potent authority about her, and yet such a quietness about her. Surely she should have a wake of stallions after her. But not Tiger, he was not the standard hot headed, testosterone-fulled stallion. In fact, he barely acknowledged her, despite his gratefulness. Tiger was in no condition to fight, with that gaping wound in his neck.
But to see Rosemont be so condescending to Hawkeye, and yet so calm about his own foal. What a hypocrite, bossing other colts, and yet parading with a son that showed none of the qualities that Rosemont had tried to bash into his son. Unimpressive was the only justifiable conclusion. Incredibly unimpressive. Tiger watched them move away, with a hint of rue, for he had lost his chance, and noted a second mare, holding an air of smugness to rival the duns. what a circus this was becoming.
Tiger looked at the two mares, and at the poor colt in fornt of him, surely by now most distressed, and at the circus a little way off. Mare, colt, circus. Mare, colt, circus. Tiger did not know what he was doing, but within an instant, he leapt around the little colt, and charged at the circus in front of him, careful to advoid the mare. Mares were to be protected. Tiger bit at Auturio, andlunged at Rosemont, snapping briefly, and pawing once. He waited not before spinning on his hind, flicking his tail for good measure, and taking a step and a half out of reach.
He looked deeply at the two stallions, and in that level and eerie voice, he told them "My foal. My rules. Back off, and let him be. Go near him again, and you will be wishing that you had been thrown down the edge of the cliffs. " Tiger breathed deeply, once, then twice, and waited. There was going to be an explosion for sure.
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Post by flick4eva on Mar 20, 2008 2:18:02 GMT -5
The question had no answer, especially the way that the dun colt had answered it. So blunt, so possessive. The dun spoke as if he ruled the world. What the heck would drive someone to do that? And why? The black and white colt shook his head in frustration. The "gathering" was exactly what he didn't need at the moment. He smiled at Tiger's wordings, awaiting the arrival of the almighty word war.
As to the "Arturio" colt, he would've surely accepted the challenge except, well, he looked to be a bigger colt than himself. Hawkeye's sides heaved a sigh. Why was this so destructive? And the colt had no business in telling him what to do. His heart longed for a fight, to throw pain back in the stupid colt's face, but decided against it. Eyes wavered. "Colt, Arturio if that is your name, I do believe your nose has no business in mine. I will obey no orders from a feisty, high-strung colt like yourself. " Crud. What had he stumbled upon. It was too late to take it back, and all he could possibly do was wait for it to blow up in his face. Like a land mine.
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Post by crushcrushcrush on Mar 20, 2008 14:22:13 GMT -5
Arturio screamed at his father, Rosemont, 'Tiger' the silant older stallion had already backed from the fight with silantness now he was starting it up. Now the young colt got involved, oh joy! he had someone to kill!! Arturio moved with his fathers push and saw his mare, equal attractivness some might say, though he could not think that of his fathers mare .... he might get a gapping hole in his neck. He laughed at his thought. Looking at his father with no regret of his laughter he turned to Star.
"My father's lead, well you could do worse." he turned his head around to Tiger.
Once Tiger came at him, that was it! Arturio saw red and charged right at Hawkeye. Turning on his haunches he kicked into him.
"This colt happens to have killed already. This colt killed his own half brother. This colt is being mentored by The Grim Reaper himself. SO This COLT HAPPENS TO BE ABLE TO KILL YOU!!" a harsh hated frightfuly angry tone.
Arturio went into a rear but he knew his father would knock him down with a blow to the head so he stomped his hooves down next to Hawkeye. Next for their blood to be splattered to stain his rear hide would be Tiger. Wide eyes. Blood stained pelt. Bared teeth. Sharpened hooves. An acheing heart and fist full of anger about to explode into Tiger's neck.
"Come say that to my face!"
With his short statement said he bashed his head into Tiger and bit into his leg, no aim in particular. Arturio jumped back over to his father, snorting with hate at them. Let your anger fill you for more powerful blows to the opponent... keep your senses alert... always face the enemy. rules his mother had sworn his fighting by, they still stuck with him.
"I will be mentored by Peligrosas father, I hope I will be able to return and put this weanling in his place or his life on my pelt!" he spoke with a menacing grin.
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Post by Black Magic on Mar 20, 2008 14:43:55 GMT -5
ooc: no one is to post till Chorrito has been posted.
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Post by manda on Mar 20, 2008 15:11:46 GMT -5
OOC: I haven't had time to post and it hasn't even been a day, but I will post from where Crushcrushcrush left off
Chorrito watched as the older colt kicked at Hawkeye, and although he had not been sure if it was a hit, it got him very angry. Chorrito had lost his mother and almost lost his legs so he had nothing to live for. He had grown much larger and stronger and was much more sure of himself. He reared on his hurt legs and lashed out at the air. He had had enough of his family be hurt today and was not going to allow this colt to get away with lashing out at his brother. He went up to the colt and gave him a harsh bite on the tendon. He shook his head around and tried to rip muscle from bone. He knew that his bite was enough to cause much pain, especially when he bit the tendon.
He thought he felt a bit of flesh in his mouth and was almost certain that he tasted blood. He ran away quickly from the older colt and turned to face him. He reared and, even though it brought much pain, he knew he had to do it. He would fight the colt and get him to leave. He was very agile even on his hurt legs and he could use the terrain to his advantage. He let out a scream of a challenge to the older colt. "Leave my brother alone! Come and fight me!" As soon as it left his mouth he felt a bit of regret, but not enough to back down. He let out another scream at the colt. "Coward" Chorrito lowered from his rear and made sure that he was out of reach of a kick. He was high above the other colt. This would tire the colt as he ran toward him and give Chorrito an advantage.
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Post by Black Magic on Mar 20, 2008 16:06:23 GMT -5
Yarolala
Yarolala snorted - an incredible noise. It echoed loudly; bouncing off the hard silver rocks. Her ears lay completely hidden against her head; her silver mane lifted in a silent wonder; flying around her wildly. Baring her teeth and looking sharply at the Arturio and Rosemont. She said nothing; but glanced sharply at Tiger. "Take yourself and your sons away to recover; before one of them gets seriously hurt" She said wondering if he did indeed hear her.
"And you; young one should leave younger ones to themselves" She aid turning suddenly on Arturio. "If you wish to fight an equine; I will happily accept your challenge; being a mare or not" she said adding the last quickly encase he tried to wheedle his way out of it due to her gender.
Finally she had broken her silence; her voice no longer sweet; but harsh and cold. She watched as the colts began to make their move; yet she was all set to take on this young fool to save these two brave colts and their father; even though she knew not who they were. |
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Post by spirit1 on Mar 20, 2008 19:42:35 GMT -5
Let[[T H I S]]Go
The one to end a fight should be the calm one !
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The huge dun smiled upon his troubled sons reply, Arturio was never one to keep the peace for too long. And sure enough another fight erupted. Was he now the only calm one not involved within a fight. With a leap and bound Rosemont came to Arturio's rescue with kicking and lashing out in his full long lasting rear. As he came to the ground he snorted loudly, "If you are going to fight than take it elsewhere !! This is my land, and I shall stand no fighting upon it." he screamed out to them all. It was time for them to leave and a quite word was followed up into Arturio's ears, "Move out to Peligrosas' land. Only return to show me your pelt. If you come without telling me, well I shall defend my herd." his eyes darker than ever before.
A sweet sound of hooves came running to me, as I looked up it was not who I thought it was. I was expecting it to be Light to find out who was now interupting her 'beauty sleep' but no it was in fact Star, just moving closer. My trembling vocals came out with the lyrics, "A hoof swished on Arturio's head and thy shall not escape with a smile on their maw. If your hoof touches one of them, Arturio, then thy shall be tormented by beloved Peligrosas'. MOVE ON AND MOVE OUT !!" I came down from my rear shaking the ground beneath us all. If they could not understand that I was tired needing rest, as we all did, and wanted no fighting while my herd were in such exhausted states then they had no feelings. My voices grew into a yawn as I strutted toward Star a whisper flew into the air surrounding her hearing pipes, "Go get some rest, my love. I shall come with once they have left us in peace." yet another yawn escaped my maw.
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I Climb, I Slip, I Fall
Reaching for your hands
But I lay here all alone
Sweating all your blood
If I could find out how
To make you listen now
Because im starving for you here
With my undieing love and I
....I will
Breath for love tomorrow
Cos there no hope for today
Breath for love tomorrow
Cos maybe theres another way
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Post by Black Magic on Mar 21, 2008 7:19:57 GMT -5
Swinging On A Star
Swinging On A Star snorted; flicking her ears uncertainly. "I shall not leave until this is settled." she paused a moment; flicking her head to one side to rid her large dark eyes of her long flowing black mane. "unless you want me to take your son away and leave you to sort this mess" she said softly nuzzling him affectionately. She let her eyes wonder over the other small herd, the two young foals and the silent mare; whom she had met before who now spoke - with some authority; which annoyed Swinging On A Star; seen as this mare held no place in either herds. |
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Post by lilmisspony on Mar 23, 2008 1:04:50 GMT -5
Tiger watched, swinging his head comically from side to side. What a circus, there was little else to think, really. Although Auturio was fool enough to lounge at the little hawkeye, Tiger let rosemont do the discplining. Tiger would not get the chance to, it was that simple. Amybe when the colt was older, and more capable of a fight, Tiger could crush him honourably. He did not have the hide to try to damage a youngster, it was simply immoral. He looked at the pair. Father and son. the resemblance was striking. Surely Rosemont would be proud of that, having such an arrogant and headstrong son, just like his papa. A dominant male line, something all stallions wanted.
Tiger remained rooted to the spot, there was no more point in mothering hawkeye, Tiger had his reasons. But he did take a moment to think, it was hard to think at the depth required of him (by him) with such a pain in the neck clinging on to him. Several pains in the neck actually, all merely compounding the issue. The lady of the circus was right, it was time for the boys to leave, go and bash on some little ponies perhaps. Or maybe even an old mare. Surely that would suit them more than bashing on colts. Foolishly, yet with a wit that he had lost so long ago, Tiger voiced his opinion "Home to bed, little ones, like mama says. Who knew, turns out that the big bad boys have to listen to the females once in a while. And they say that the stallions dominate! Run along, and rest your inflated heads on a nice soft patch of grass. Perhaps it will lend you some sense". His wit had never been properly formed, but he considered it decent for what he had.
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Post by spirit1 on Mar 23, 2008 10:38:23 GMT -5
[[ooc: that's confuzzled me ... is he having a dig at Rosemont and Arturio ... or .... what ?? ii have no idea what to think of that post its really confused me LOL  ]] |
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Post by lilmisspony on Mar 23, 2008 17:18:46 GMT -5
who else would he be taking a verbal dig at?
not the two colts, that's for sure
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Post by spirit1 on Mar 23, 2008 19:34:10 GMT -5
Posting Order:
1)Yarolala
2)Rosemont
3)Star
3)Tiger
4)Hawkeye
5)Chorrito
6)Arturio
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Post by flick4eva on Mar 26, 2008 1:36:55 GMT -5
Hawkeye shivered with terror, some excitement. Who was this "Arturio" colt, and why was he so persistent in trying to kill someone? talk about desperate... He wanted to fight this stallion so badly, heart pumping faster at the mere thought. But he couldn't. He had to accept that he was too young, the other horse looking to be at least three. Which would be an advantage.
He felt a devastating blow in him, shattering his bones and looked down to his side. Crimzon river trickled down his side, and onto the ground. Quickly pushing infront of his brother, Hawkeye raised a muzzle to his ear, and whispered. "Cut it out! A minute ago you were preaching about how fighting was so bad, now you're doing the thing you were harping on about! He only wants to fight because you are younger than him, and would most likely be his victorious kill. Not to mention you are in a bad shape." The paint colt's rear pushed against Chorrito's chest, attempting to move him backwards.
Hawkeye moved closer to the other horse, and simpily spoke. He was not the one for fighting, wanting to avoid it."Arturio, you look to be the age off three, much older than us. If you are so determined on killing, why not kill someone your own age? 'Tis just pitiful to see a stallion of your nature picking on mere colts. Disgusting, actually. Get a life."
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Post by spirit1 on Mar 28, 2008 13:21:33 GMT -5
[[OOC:: so we are waiting on MANDA,, which her comps crashed so cant get on. what a pickle ! now ... lets just carry on till she comes back  ]] |
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