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Post by Ehetere on May 23, 2009 5:03:39 GMT
Nepelle watched with longing as both mysterious white fillies faded into the mist. Surprisingly, Fira was the one who had complied first with his order to get away. The look in Kurrin’s eyes as she was led away by Fira made him all the more determined to win any fight that may arise, now or in the future. She was a filly that was worth fighting for; that was for sure. And yet, so too were these two white wraiths. Nepelle stared determinedly through the mist in search of that other stallion. The oddly coloured stallion’s squeal of anger met his ears and Nepelle immediately swung around to face the direction from which it had come. Surely no horse was silly enough to stay still after letting out a call like that to stay in one spot… But where was he? If he wanted to fight, then he should at least do it honorably; in the open with no deceit. Nepelle neighed again; this time with challenge in his voice; taunting the other stallion to come out of his hiding place.
He reared on his hind legs and let his ringing call cry out into the silent forest again and again, even after he had dropped back onto his front hooves. Let that coward show himself or otherwise sneak away into the bush. Nepelle would take both his mares if he did not wish to fight for them. But Nepelle also knew that if it was Kurrin he was fighting for; he would use every advantage he could to win a battle for her. Perhaps one of the white fillies was this strange stallion’s mate; and he was simply trying to make sure that they could remain so. But if that was true, then why had the one with the deeper voice called to him and disobeyed her stallion if she was his mate. But there was the other white filly; who had called the deep voiced one away… perhaps she was the stallion’s mate, and simply did not want to lose her companion. Nepelle thought with a tinge of regret that she was going to have to lose one of them; since he wasn’t going to fight this stallion for nothing…
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Post by yaruka on May 24, 2009 1:25:40 GMT
Bunda had no intentions of fighting an unfair fight. At the stallion's challenging call he stepped out of his cover, neck arched proudly in an attempt to conceal his nervousness. This was his first fight, and he was desperate to prove to the two mares that he was worthy of them. Of course, his lack of experience was going to make this difficult, but Bunda couldn't bear the thought of losing the two pale mares, particularly sweet Goonama. Tossing his head, he called his own angry challenge to the chestnut, though he remained on all four of his legs instead of rearing up for show- he had no intention of wasting energy. Angrily, he shook himself before pawing the ground, partly from nervousness and partly as an outlet for the adreneline that now flooded his body. He did not know how to begin, though was determined not to strike first. For all he knew this stallion might be an experienced fighter, if he charged him then surely he would being giving up an advantage. Besides, Bunda had not been the one to cause the fight. No, if the stallion wanted to challenge him then he was going to have to initiate the battle himself. Out of the corner of his eyes he checked for the two pale mares. He could not see them, but he was fairly certain that they were safe. The two of them could take care of themselves, he knew, and he certainly didn't want them in range of the flailing hooves once the fight began. He didn't want them watching either to be honest, he was certain the beautiful fillies would only distract him as he attempted to fight for them for the first time. But he had to be sure they knew he was thinking of them. Raising his head he let out a ringing call to the mares, telling them to take care, remain hidden, and reminding them that he loved them.
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Post by Ehetere on May 26, 2009 7:08:37 GMT
OOC: Ok, so the most uber short post in history... SORRY!!! I really do hate fight posts... anyways
By the look of the stallion’s rather sheepish behaviour, it seemed to Nepelle as though he was more inexperienced at fighting than he. They may be of equal strength, but Nepelle had been beaten up enough in the past to know how one should win a fight. The other stallion called to the disappearing filly-wraiths and Nepelle once again felt a stab of guilt that he was trying to separate the group. Still, there was nothing that he could do about that; and if the stallion could not defend them he was bound to lose them to one far worse than he.
Throwing his head up, Nepelle trotted purposefully towards the other stallion. Better to get this over and done with. No longer was he some inexperienced colt; he was a stallion in his prime fighting for claim over two ghostly fillies and to be able to keep his own mate Kurrin. He sprang unexpectedly at the strange stallion; striking, kicking and biting. The other seemed to refuse to expend any extra energy; another reason that led Nepelle to believe he was very inexperienced. Perhaps he had not even fought before.
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Post by yaruka on May 30, 2009 1:11:20 GMT
OOC: in some ways I really do too ^^
BIC: Bunda had infact never fought another stallion before, as Nepelle was growing to suspect. Even so, the roan knew something of what to do from his own instincts and also watching his sire fight. He stood expectantly, watching the chestnut's every move. The other stallion trotted over, and Bunda tensed. Suddenly the chestnut threw himself at Bunda. In spite of the fact that he had been watching the chestnut, Bunda was slightly taken aback by the suddeness of it all. Automatically the roan half reared, moving his head and neck out of range of the chestnut's onslaught of teeth and hooves. Naturally a non-violent horse, Bunda was having trouble with the idea of actually attacking the other, but thoughts of Goonmama and Goolara and self-defense finally kicked in. Snaking his head forward he bit at the other's withers.
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Post by Ehetere on May 30, 2009 1:51:15 GMT
Nepelle was pleased that his sudden attack had surprised the other stallion enough to make him half rear in a knee-jerk reaction to protect himself from Nepelle’s flying hooves and cutting teeth. But that moment of self proud had made Nepelle careless and there was a sudden pain on his withers; where the other stallion had bitten him. Nepelle squealed in fury and threw his strong neck around and slashed at the retreating stallion with his teeth for giving him that stinging mark.
He had sort of assumed that the stallion would be too inexperienced to fight back; but he should have known that even in the dullest witted or inexperienced experienced stallions there was the self defence and preservation instinct that allowed them to fight. Nepelle reared and kicked out with his front hooves; aiming for the other’s head. He would not be beaten again, he vowed to himself. At least not without putting up a considerable fight first.
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Post by yaruka on May 30, 2009 2:08:41 GMT
Bunda was surprised to find his teeth hit their mark, and as such, quickly lost his hold as the other stallion wrenched his neck around. The chestnut aimed for his head and Bunda flung it upwards, barely missing the other's sharp hooves. Backing up, he spun about and moved to the side, trying to gage a weak spot in the other's defense. As the chestnut's hindlegs landed from their latest kick, Bunda rushed in, slightly to the right, battering at the other stallion's flank with his front hooves.
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Post by Ehetere on May 30, 2009 11:31:33 GMT
Nepelle swung his hindquarters out of harm’s way and shook his head to clear his anger. Thinking with his heart wasn’t going to win him this fight; thinking with his brain was and that was just what he intended to do. He propped and swung away from the other stallion before attacking him again with the force and menace of an oncoming storm. Strength and adrenaline surged through him and he feinted rearing again; but instead of aiming his kicks high where the other stallion would have forewarning and time to move out of the way, he ducked out of the rear mid flight with tremendous effort from his muscles and with the full weight of his body struck down at the other’s legs.
Laming another horse to win a fight might be called cowardly by some, but Nepelle knew that it wasn’t honour that won fights - it was cunning and ruthlessness. He had had this fact drummed into him by other stallions in his younger years, and he was not about to forget that lesson. Quickly though, he moved his own head and legs out of harms way should the other stallion kick out at him in retaliation. He snaked his neck forward; aiming to get a grip on the other’s withers while he was potentially distracted.
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Post by yaruka on May 30, 2009 21:35:16 GMT
Unfortunately Bunda's kicks only peppered the chestnut's side as the other stallion swung his flanks about. Slightly unbalanced by the other horse's sudden movement, Bunda was forced to return to all fours. In that split second the chestnut had turned on him, battering at him more violently than before. Bunda flung up his head, trying to get out of the way of the other's hooves but then the chestnut was kicking out at his front legs. Bunda backed up and spun around, kicking out at the other's face. From behind the other stallion managed to get a grip on Bunda's neck and the roan squealed in pain and anger. Shaking himself with all his might he tried to loosen the other's hold.
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Post by Ehetere on May 30, 2009 23:16:07 GMT
The other stallion spun around and around; trying to loosen Nepelle’s grip. He clenched his teeth ever harder and dug in his heels; fighting to keep a secure hold on the other stallion. He held on stubbornly; pulling and tugging, forcing the other to use more and more energy to free himself. But eventually, the other stallion’s desperate efforts made keeping a grip on his withers nigh impossibly, and finally Nepelle was forced to let go; his teeth practically being ripped away from the other’s throat.
Nepelle backed up on his heels; half rearing to keep out of range of the other’s mad thrashing. Even he knew that trying to escape a hold like that expended a lot of energy. His jaws were a little sore; but the other stallion had not even tried to main him in his panicked struggle to remove himself from Nepelle’s grasp. Surely the other stallion had far less left in the tank than he did to try such desperate tactics. Nepelle fully reared then; having recovered his breath and bore down on the other stallion’s back; striking out ruthlessly. It was a dead stallion who showed another mercy in a fight.
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Post by yaruka on May 31, 2009 1:47:30 GMT
Bunda drew rapid breaths as the other stallion finally let go of his crest. As the other stallion had undoubtedly intended, he was tiring quickly. Bunda couldn't help it. He simply had no technique, no experience to base his fighting moves off of. Before he could fully recover the stallion was at him again, rearing over him and striking at his back. Bunda bucked, kicking up at the stallion, hoping to strike him between his lethal hooves before he ducked and turned aside.
The roan was beginning to fully realise that he could not be the gentle stallion he was normally in this fight. The other would show him no mercy, so he would have to be aggressive himself. Despite the fact that he knew the other stallion would do the same to him, Bunda felt guilty as he lashed out with his hind feet at the other's flank.
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