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Post by Ehetere on Jan 15, 2010 1:29:29 GMT
He tried his best to keep his attention on the roan filly, but the tension in the air was palpable - like the calm before a storm. The promise of violence was in the air were things not resolved very, very quickly with a diplomatic approach. Jirrand doubted this would happen. Here were two young stallions, and one young filly who was beautiful. The scenario was pitted against the odds from the beginning.
He flicked an ear in Nilee’s direction for she had moved away from him, whether out of fear of being caught in cross fire or out of anticipation he did not know. The only thing he knew for certain that all of this simply brought him and the grey closer to a fight.
He did perk up when she said she liked to wander across the country - he also loved exploring the strange and undiscovered places, which was coming increasingly difficult with his expanding herd.
“The lure of adventure is a strong one,” he agreed, “Why attach oneself to a particular place when there is so much to see!”
Jirrand noticed the grey was looking rather annoyed and bothered, and kept shaking his mane to free it of snowflakes. He did not properly answer his question either - which Jirrand thought odd. Although, he also doubted the grey’s heritage could be any stranger than his own.
The snow was falling thick and fast by now, slowly blanketing the landscape in a sea of white. The pale grey and his own coat would surely start to merge with the snow soon, if they had not started already, and if a fight was to happed, it would have to happen soon before the snow became a blizzard. Who ever heard to two pale horses fighting in the snow?
Jirrand decided that enough was enough. He did not intend to leave here without the filly, and if the other stallion did not back down and leave, he was going to make him. Because with all this snow, he would leave tracks that would not be filled in should the snowing stop suddenly. And then the grey could follow him back to his hidden mares, and Jirrand was having none of that. Also, he wanted this filly, so if the other stallion wanted her as well he was going to have to fight for her.
He took several steps forward, his body language speaking a thousand words. He placed his body slightly in front of the pretty strawberry roans, so as to make his intentions clear. He snorted and waited for the other to either accept his challenge or back down and leave.
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Post by Cheyenne on Jan 16, 2010 11:30:43 GMT
OOC: Rio will fight but lose seeing Jirrand's fighting stats are double Rio's lol.
The sudden tension in the air changed to one of aggression and challenge. Rio immediately sensed it and was ready. This was his first proper fight but he knew what to do as he used to fight with the other foals in his family herd.
He let out a long, challenging neigh that echoed far around the snowy land. Jirrand was lighter than he and more nimbler on his feet so he knew that he would have to relie on his strength more than anything.
Hooves crashed against the cold floor as he stamped his hoof impatientely. "I accept your challenge to fight for this mare. The winner will leave with her while the loser will never bother him again. Agree?"
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Post by Ehetere on Jan 17, 2010 0:48:25 GMT
OOC: Coolies, fight posting shall start then lol.
Jirrand half reared and sent his own booming cry echoing through the mountains. Kalari and Karween would hear him, and he hoped they would stay where they were with this weather. Excitement and anticipation surged through him as he sized up the grey who was half hidden in the pale flakes.
“So be it,” he replied, glancing at Nilee and wondering what she thought, but that could be sorted after the fighting was out of the way.
He turned back to the situation before him, and the wild swirling snow and the call of the wind were making his heart beat faster and adrenaline pump through his veins. He felt in that moment that he could be the King of the high country, or a magnificent stallion in his prime for all the strength he could feel in his body. But he held back and controlled himself; did not rear or the like. Every step he took forwards was calculated.
He knew full and well the difference in experience that the single year apart could give him, for was it not a similar time the year before that he himself had lost a fight to an older stallion? He was nearing five years old now, and had seen his fair share of battles. This would be different though, for the temptation to abandon his thoughts to the storm and fight as if he was part of it was strong, and the flakes were falling, falling, and obscuring the two pale fighters. Only in snow were Silver Brumbies hidden…
Without warning, he sprang at the grey, lashing out with his hooves and springing away again with lightning quickness. In this weather the horse could keep the best footing on the snow dusted ground would be the victor.
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Post by Cheyenne on Jan 17, 2010 13:35:47 GMT
Rio was compleately unaware that the silver stallion had lurched towards him, his hard hooves thumping against his white flesh, and then shot away quickly. Anger rose inside him as he darted towards Jirrand, swinging is back end around and giving him an almighty kick in the ribs that drummed against him.
He let out a long, maddening scream as he felt the pain from where he had been hit finally came to him. This only made him more annoyed, rearing, legs raking the air wildly, hoping he managed to get him.
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Post by Ehetere on Jan 17, 2010 16:46:34 GMT
The white stallion came at him from his not so good side, and Jirrand shied too late, receiving a drumming kick in the chest. He darted back a little further, out of reach and felt twisted delight that his first strike had caught the white unawares and by surprise.
Ducking nimbly out of the grey's way, he snaked his head out to bite the other's shoulder, wasting no energy on anger or pointless rearing and prancing. He'd learnt to preserve his strength for battle.
Unlike his fight with the blood bay - the playing field here was far more evenly matched, even tipped in his favour. The clouds up above blocked out the sun, and the premature twilight that enveloped the landscape soothed his sensitive eyes. His pale creamy coat seemed to blend and twist - a part of the snow itself. He felt... powerful.
He danced lightly around the other, testing the ground and it's surface for cracks or rocks or logs. Every so often he'd dance close enough to strike - nipping at the grey maddeningly before dancing away again. His movements, so precise, were also trance like, as though he were controlled by another being. Nothing would shift his focus from the fight at hand. |
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Post by Cheyenne on Jan 18, 2010 17:51:54 GMT
Rio let out another violent stallion's scream as the silver bit him hard on the shoulder. Teeth clamped onto him, piercing his flesh as it ripped open, red staining his lovely white coat. Blood stained the snow as they circled each other.
As the silver danced around him, Rio began to lurch at him. Wasting energy that he would need later, not knowing how precious it was right now. The sweat had already started to break out behind his ears already, trickling down the side of his stocky head.
The stallion leaped forwards again, throwing his whole heavy body at the other in a random fashion. He had no tactics or skill at this. Realising that he was missing Jirrand compleatley, he swung around again, reared, and dug his hooves into the others ribs.
He bounced off the silver, almost too tired to carry on. A few seconds rest was all he needed to carry on. He backed away to gain him some time, head dropped to the floor, gasping for breath.
OOC: this might be a good opportunity for Jirrand to give him a good beating lol =]
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Post by Ehetere on Jan 18, 2010 21:34:43 GMT
The heavier grey stallion was having difficulty keeping up with his quick movements as he danced around in the snow, and Jirrand could tell he was beginning to tire already. The quick pace was not burdening him in the same way, for although his muscles were taught and straining he had the stamina to maintain his movement.
The other's tactics were rudimentary at best - virtually non-existent.Jirrand had had fighting sense beaten into him at a young age, and was no such fools to the intricacies of fighting. Not that many were being displayed here.The grey appeared to hope that he would win on pure brute strength alone.
A sturdy kick to the ribs again made Jirrand's gaze narrow a little and an angry fire entered his eyes. He chased after the other in his retreat, fully intend on unleashing fury upon him. Rio it seemed had tired himself to the point of exhaustion already; collapsing to the ground after stading with legs splayed, trembling with strain.
Jirrand went at him then, fully intent on knocking some sense into him and to repay him for those kicks in the ribs. He latched onto the grey's withers and proceeded to shake him so that his own head was shaking slightly. He could do little more other than offer a few resounding kicks in the grey's direction, for he was spent already, seemingly unable to stand.
OOC: Sorry this sucks; I've been up for almost 24 hours and wanted to get a post done lol |
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Post by Cheyenne on Jan 19, 2010 17:45:41 GMT
The silver had latched onto his withers by his teeth, shaking him with all his might. Rio let out another energy-wasting scream without realising it. Jirrand had a good hold on him now and as much as the white stallion tried to shake him off, he couldn't - he was too tired.
Rio somehow managed one last kick at the other before collapsing in a heap on the floor. He was beaten and there was noway he could get up now. He felt as though a large weight was on top of his, making him struggle to breath.
He lay exhausted on the ground. Struggling to get up, a few more kicks might have done it but he couldn't. He simply collapsed under the silver stallion again. "Alright. You've... won," Rio said in between gasping breaths. "You take her... and I will... never bother... you again..." and then his head fell against the fresh snow. His chest rose up and down heavily.
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Post by Ehetere on Jan 21, 2010 13:22:46 GMT
Jirrand stood tall - triumphant - as the grey slumped to the floor, properly defeated. His neck was lathered and he was breathing heavily, but he had won. Rio’s concession speech only sweetened the deal.
He was very pleased by the other’s promise to never bother him again - he should hope not unless Rio wanted another beating - for it reassured him that his mares would be safe now.
Arching his neck proudly, he trotted over to Nilee, to show off as any victorious stallion would. He could only hope his efforts had not been wasted and the beautiful snow filly would accompany him.
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Post by Cheyenne on Jan 21, 2010 17:43:59 GMT
OOC: I guess I'll leave this post to you two now as I'm wanted somewhere else lol.
After he had gathered enough of his energy, the white stallion gathered himself up and limped away from the two brumbies. Every step ached like he was alight with fire. The deep gash that stretched across his shoulder burned with pain but he managed to hurry away into a dark forest. He didn't want to linger as the other stallion could easily kill him if he wanted to. Rio doubted this but he carried on.
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