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Post by hiddenbubbles on Jan 18, 2020 13:44:35 GMT -6
In the sleepy town of Cajon, equines of all variety are gathering in Alya's Trident, the most popular tavern in town. It is bustling with life and excitement. Despite the cheery faces of the tavern, there is an underlying sense of tension. Not everyone has had a good day and with so many consuming more than their fair share of liquid courage, it won't take much to set them off.
Participants: Whirlwind, SandPiper, Mazuku, Arokh, Cyril, Avani, Awhll (NPC), and Touke(NPC)
Teams: Whirlwind, Mazuku, Arokh, and Awhll (NPC) v. Cyril, Avani, SandPiper, and Touke (NPC)
Rules:
- Outside of combat, posts should be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum.
- In combat, posts should be a minimum of 75 words and a maximum of 300.
- Smack talk, strong language, and violence is expected.
- Please make an attempt to only post once per round
- Have fun!
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Post by catpurrccino on Jan 18, 2020 15:55:43 GMT -6
CYRIL
|Savior|22|he/him
He'd been standing by the bar for a few hours now, having come in with the intent to drown his worries and exhaustion in the liquor so freely served. It probably wasn't the most healthy of choices but he needed this. He needed to let go.
And so here he is, standing by the bar, enjoying the relatively out of tune but still somehow harmonious songs and the generally crude jokes, slowly nursing his third or was it his fourth drink; whatever it doesn't matter.What matters is the warm liquid that is turning his blood into honey and warms his heart ,what matters is that his sight is just slightly hazy making everything appear warmer and brighter. He knows deep down that he is probably gonna regret this tomorrow but at this point, he doesn't really care.He needs this.At least right now he is traveling alone, so there will be no one important to see him in a state.
He knocks back the rest of his drink and looks around, trying too locate the very handsome stallion he had noticed earlier.
But there just at the corner of his eye he notices him, standing by the door, talking-no flirting- with another equine, before stepping out with them.
That's that then.
Disappointed and just a bit put out he turns towards the barmaid requesting another drink, before turning around to look at the crowd again, the full tables and the laughing faces.Maybe he should join in on the songs, he knows most of them and those he doesn't he can learn...
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Post by kerarose on Jan 18, 2020 21:12:52 GMT -6
AvaniSeroran Advocate (City) Avani had let herself be dragged to this bar by her cousins, who said she deserved a break from motherhood and the stress that came with her role. She had accepted the first drink, merely as something to calm her nerves, which had been shot by everything going on lately. She was now nursing her second, taking slow sips every once in a while. Occasionally she would go with her gaggle of relatives onto a cleared space that served as a dance floor, showing off what few moves she had. She had- just once- lent her voice to the small group of musicians- she had been a Creator once, after all, known for her voice, but the songs these equines played weren't quite her cup of tea.
Now, she rested comfortably by the bar, her eyes searching the bar, unknowingly looking for Lux, as always. When she realized it, her ears drooped, as she longed to see him again. She looked down into her drink, the amber liquid filling about half of the glass. Her mind turned to Kilani, who was at home with her mother and father, no doubt sleeping at this point. She made a promise to herself- if, by the time she finished her drink, nothing of note had happened, she would leave and head home. She wanted to check up on Kilani herself, make sure she was ok.
But then again, perhaps another drink was exactly what she needed to forget her troubles for a while. No, what was she thinking- she was acting like her cousins. She shook her head, setting her drink down on the bar behind her, turning once more to watch the equines milling about.
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Post by QuibbleCur on Jan 19, 2020 15:00:04 GMT -6
A R O K H
Serora | Outcast
"IF YOU LOSE TRACK OF ME, JUST LOOK FOR THE EXPLOSIONS!" Arokh could hear the clatter of tankards and sounds of joy and revelry even before he slipped through the doors and into the warming atmosphere. Taverns, bars and pubs. It appeared these things, like him, hadn’t changed with the world.
Neither has the drive to them. He thought, his golden eyes sweeping over the room and tables.
Equine pink faced and well in their cups, some of which had their voices raised in happy, drunken and off key singing that carried over the other sounds of the patrons. Others occupying quieter corners, nursing drinks enjoying the atmosphere. And at least one at the bar was pouring their heart out to a poor barmaid who was trying to extract themselves without hurting the poor horse further.
If he closed his eyes and ignored the scent of the sea that drifted through an open window, he could have sworn he was back among his fellows. Among his kin in arms to drink in the light of a successful battle. Could just picture the glint of silver scales behind him as Tabs joined him, trying to convince him it was his turn to pay…
Arokh shook his head trying to clear out the thoughts like pesky flies. No, he thought firmly as his heart twisted painfully tight in his chest. Don’t do that to yourself. He clopped his way to the bar. Ignoring the looks he drew from the less intoxicated patrons. He wasn’t sure if it was his hesitation or his appearance that won their stares. Let em look. He thought in either case he had as much right to be there as any. Just let anyone try to say otherwise.
“I’d like the strongest drink you’ve got please.” he requested of the barkeep, smiling at them. The gesture was friendly enough, though he did forget about the pointier canines it revealed which made the poor server blink and smile back, nervous and uncertain while they set a tankard before the kirin and shards exchanged hooves.
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Post by kajeayn on Jan 20, 2020 8:59:50 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 357| post: 1 Sedo was home to relatively few taverns, he’d come to learn. He’d been to them all, checking for information on wanted work, seeing if there might be word of certain equines he couldn’t find, which of them had the better drinks. So far, Alya’s Trident had some of the better drinks, Onean ale that he was hard pressed to find anywhere else, and so any time he drifted into the area, the Trident was where he passed over his hard won shards. It was worth it for a brief respite, to sit mostly unbothered in a shaded area with a cold drink, the barkeep knowing his rank and knowing to direct job opportunities his way, if any came looking for a merc. Today though, no jobs had come by, and Mazuku was left to drink alone at a rough table against a wall, and he was more than alright with that, preferring his own company over the rough patrons bawling out some sea shanty or another. Everyone in Cajon appeared to be a sailor of some sort, and he liked that about the town, they all had a decent head on their shoulders and didn’t seem to take kindly to nonsense, at least nothing more than the usual drunken foolishness that cropped up now and again. Even a bit deep into his cups, he was still attuned to the energy of the room, keeping one ear pointed towards the crowd at all times, and so he looked up when he felt the first ripple of unease drift through like a rock tossed into still water. Silver eyes flickered at once to the bar, following the wary glances, and he spotted a kirin cheerfully ordering a drink. Ah. Didn’t see many of those in Sedo, let alone in a little town like Cajon. Poor bastard was bound to make waves just by his own existence. He sipped his drink, keeping an eye on the stranger, doubting anything would happen but he marked him in the back of his mind as a possible lit match in this powder keg of equines, stuffed into one space and swimming with alcohol. |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Jan 20, 2020 13:50:06 GMT -6
= W H I R L W I N D =
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WC: 461 | Post: 1Never had Whirlwind been a fan of crowds, people, and the sort of noise that you'd find at a tavern, and that was not about to change on an evening like tonight. A lot had happened amongst the whole of the Seroran herd, from war to thunderbirds to storms to mysterious towers to Alya knew what else was coming in the near future. He'd had his fill of the real world for a while, and though it was not the best thing to be spending his hard earned shards on, it was a necessary evil in his mind. It would be nice, to wind down and relax. However, he had not taken into account that he perhaps should have purchased some alcohol and left instead of sticking around to listen to the sob stories of drunken workers and the sing song shanties of some poor overworked sailors. He'd not taken in the familiarity of faces about him beyond Piper, whom he'd arrived with.
"Hey," He lifted one ear as he heard someone approach him from his spot at the bar where he'd been tending to a some fancy foreign drink of his own. "You're in my spot."
"I ain't in your nothin," Whirlwind slurred out his words, spitting them out back at the stallion that had approached to try to shove him from his spot. He was far too little and pretty to be challenging some gruff, burly sailor, but in his drunken stupor he had not the ability to reason beyond the fact that this guy was pressing some hot buttons, and making his fur prickle and lip curl. "Now bugger off."
"Listen, tiny, I ain't gonna ask twice," The sailor stood a bit taller, his light bay coat rippling across muscles well toned from a life of hardship on the oceans. He was scarred, the rough and tumble sort, and yet this had not a single influence upon the indignant little common horse before him.
Whirl grinned back at him, his lips drawing away from his teeth as he slowly turned himself around, standing up a bit taller. His pale blue teke wrapped itself around the end of the bottle just a few inches beyond his drink glass. "Oh, you ain't gonna have to ask twice," He scoffed. "I'll show you out myself."
With that, he swung the half empty bottle of liquor over the edge of the bar, and smashed it over the head of the sailor that had dared to saunter over and order him around. The sound of shattering glass drew the attention of countless other bystanders, and the music stopped playing. The singing screeched to an abrupt halt, and Whirl moved to confront the sailor again, who was scrambling to his feet to get away. |
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Post by hiddenbubbles on Jan 20, 2020 16:47:08 GMT -6
SandPiper
Post One | 376 words
Taverns were not a place Piper liked to frequent. Her father had been a raging alcoholic, and she avoided the place for fear of succumbing to the same addiction. She had tasted very few brews in her short 23 years, which was fine by her. She had come to this tavern with every intention to simply watch over Whirlwind and make sure he was responsible while inebriated. The cheerful atmosphere had coerced her into ordering a drink - nothing too strong, but enough to leave her pleasantly buzzed and in a good mood.
The dampening in volume of the surrounding conversation drew her eyes to the door where she spotted none other than Arokh. The kirin and her were on... odd terms. Neither good nor bad, but she and Whirlwind had resolved to keep an eye on him until they were sure he could be trusted. She was a bit relieved to see him. If he was here, it meant he couldn't cause trouble when they weren't around.
But tonight, it seemed that the trouble came from her own partner.
She listened to the conversation with a budding distaste for the sailor trying to lay claim to Whirlwind's seat. She did her best to ignore him - Whirlwind could surely handle this by himself - and instead glanced over at the kirin once more. The sound of shattering glass startled her and she whirled about, leaping away and crashing into the one she had been looking at.
Her partner's teke glowed with the remnants of the bottle that he had broken over the sailor's head and a mixture of amusement and despair washed over her. At least tonight would be interesting.
A regular at the tavern took advantage of the moment and leaped to his hooves, squaring off with her partner with a grin on his face.
"Let's go, pretty boy!" He laughed, tossing his mane.
The Fight Starts!
Round One
First round match-ups
Whirl v. Awhll
Mazuku v. Cyril
Arokh v. Piper
Touke v. Avani
Posting Order (Determined by Initiative Scores)
1. WhirlWind
2. Piper
3. Avani
4. Awhll
5. Mazuku
6. Touke
7. Arokh
8. Cyril
Just a friendly reminder to try and keep your combat posts below 300 words total!
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Jan 20, 2020 20:41:41 GMT -6
= W H I R L W I N D =
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WC: 197 | Post: 2Whirlwind was all too eager to stand up tall, adjusting his cloak over his shoulders and scowling hotly up at him. His skin tingled and his heart filled with fire. The other guy that had attacked had already fled, leaving and cursing him up and down, promising that he'd get him for what he did. The amber stallion dropped his weapon, sizing up to his new opponent with a sort of brazen confidence that he lacked without his liquid courage. His ability to reason and his capability to say no or turn away from a fight was exceptionally diminished, and that being said, he was fully prepared to sock this guy in the teeth and wipe that smile off of his face.
"Who you callin' pretty? You wanna make something of it?" He sneered back at him like the devil himself, leaping forwards to strike at this stranger. He'd been a touch slow, just barely hitting his target as he the two connected shoulders and he squealed, arching his neck and twisting his head to the side to bite at him, bantering the whole way. "C'mon gorgeous, you mean to tell me you can't take a hit?"
= T O U K E =
Bouncer NPC
WC: 210 | Post: 1 The conflict arising just inside the door drew Touke from his position outside to come and see what the ruckus was. It had been quiet and almost boring all evening. He was a sullen fellow with tired eyes and big, thick brows. While he was used to conflict, it had become almost mundane breaking up bar fights and pushing those that caused trouble on out the door. He mostly worked weekends, as extra help. The owner of the bar was a more than capable individual. He was just backup, and tonight the crowds were relatively extensive. Therefore, he was quick to get to work on going to split these two up. He crossed the bar, headed right for Whirlwind and Awhll, knowing the tobiano well but not recognizing this other little fellow.
Well, there was only so much he could do, right? He'd just kick the couple of sods out and be done with it, not anticipating that there was plenty more fighting to begin within moments.
"Hey! Enough out of you two get out of here!" He called from afar, hoping he wouldn't have to interfere. He'd really rather the two just split up and call it a night, or take this outside where it wasn't his problem anymore. |
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Post by kajeayn on Jan 21, 2020 9:23:55 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 217| post: 2 The sudden sound of fighting made his head turn, ears swivelling to point at the source of the chaos, and his brow rose a fraction when he spotted a familiar small chestnut loudly starting what looked to be inches from a full out brawl. The rain of falling glass caught the light, sending off a thousand glittering flashes, and he watched them fall in slow motion before he realized he was already getting up off the worn straw filled cushion. He knew Whirlwind was a hothead, but seeing him trying to start a fight was a bit out of left field. And gods help him, it almost made him a little more endeared to the feisty little screamer. Frustrating and annoying as it was when he had been perfectly happy sulking into his ale. He shoved his way between the two, tail flicking like a whip, ears flat against his head as he turned his head to glare at Whirlwind. “‘T’hell you think you’re doin’?” He snapped, and his words ran a little closer together then normal, stubbornly keeping himself from swaying on his feet. Ok, so he’d had a few, and hadn’t gotten up for a while. He could still hold his liquor better than the tiny attack dog he was glowering at. “Knock it off.” |
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Post by hiddenbubbles on Jan 21, 2020 10:11:01 GMT -6
Piper suppressed a laugh as her partner charged after the hippocampus. This wasn't funny. No, not at all. In a moment, the entire bar had broken into chaos with some fleeing nearby tables and others drunkenly cheering on the fight. A beef cake of a unicorn muscled his way through the door, calling for them to get out.
"...and here I thought Serorans were dull birdbrains," Arokh said. Anger washed over Piper as she turned to look at him.
"'scuse me?" She prompted, straightening up to face the kirin who was almost a solid two hands taller than her.
"You are excused," he said, and Piper was suddenly contemplating all the ways she could wipe that smug smirk off his face.
"I'm gonna beat your ass," She hissed, her ears flattened to her neck. The excitement behind her was long forgotten.
"Is that a threat or a pick up line?" He asked, grinning at her.
"It's a promise" She snapped, her teke grabbing a nearby chair and launching it out of the way before she lunged at him. It wasn't particularly graceful, but it seemed to catch him off guard. She crashed into his shoulder, knocking the both of them back into a nearby table.
Awhll
Post One | 140 words
Awhll had stumbled back, blind to any pain he should have felt thanks to his previous drinks. He grinned lopsidedly and was about to launch his own attack when Mazuku stepped between the two of them. The chestnut paint scowled before looking at the little screamer.
"What's this? You can't fight your own battles?" He taunted, arching his neck and striking the ground. He suddenly grinned and shook his head, hurtling at Mazuku with every intent to bowl him over and get him out of the way.
His hooves found their mark as he body slammed the pegasus. His front legs entangled with Mazuku's and a flying chair swept his back legs out from underneath of him, dragging him to the floor with a grunt. He was quick to start finding his hooves, kicking the chair away from him.
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Post by kerarose on Jan 21, 2020 16:55:09 GMT -6
 A V A N I The sound of smashing glass startled Avani out of her reverie. Her head shot up, looking around to find the source of the noise. There- a stallion with glass in his mane, and-
Gods damn it. Whirlwind, the colt she had babysat growing up, was holding the other part of the shattered bottle in his teke. Can that boy stay out of trouble for more than five minutes? Alya, please give me strength. Setting down her drink, she began to move in Whirlwind's direction, intent on dragging him out of the bar by the ear, and then giving him an earful for being rude and forgetting the manners she had taught him.
As she moved in his direction, she was stopped by a large stallion, shouting at the two to leave. This seemed to be the bouncer or the owner. She tapped him on the shoulder with her teke, speaking loudly to be heard over the gathering crowd. "Sorry, sir, that he's causing a mess. I know that equine- I babysat him growing up. Let me get over there and I'll drag him out and give him an earful, if that's alright with you?"
Now to just get to the troublesome youngster and get him outside.
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Jan 21, 2020 18:11:41 GMT -6
= T O U K E =
Bouncer NPC
WC: 111 | Post: 2 With the chaos of the fight breaking across the whole of the room, the sight of someone who at least had some small scrap of their mind in the right place. And now she was willing to go and talk to the very horse that had started the fight? Well, he couldn't see anything wrong with that logic. As long as she didn't get herself hurt in the process of trying to right this insolent boy's wrong. There were many people involved now.
"I will allow it," He agreed after a moment. "So long as you allow me to accompany you. We can't have you getting caught in the crossfire, ma'am." |
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Post by QuibbleCur on Jan 22, 2020 13:45:51 GMT -6
A R O K H
Serora | Outcast
”IF YOU LOSE TRACK OF ME, JUST LOOK FOR THE EXPLOSIONS!” If Arokh had a shard for every time an equine had threatened to kick his ass he could have built his own bar. He was prepared for threats and snark. He was not prepared for Piper’s lunge at him with chair in her grasp let alone even had time to step away from her oncoming assault.
She slammed it into him. His drink slipped from his grasp and fell with a clatter slicking the wood floor as the kirin made a sound of pain and surprise. The pair of them fell back knocking against a table and sent some of the spectators, who strayed too close, scattering.
Arokh extracted himself from Piper’s reach with that chair, skirting around the table to put it between them, not that it would help him if she decided to throw her weapon at him.
“If you were aiming for my ass, you missed!” he informed her helpfully His shoulder was sore and told him he’d be nursing a lovely bruise for a souvenir.
Not that he minded much since he couldn’t help smiling since his day was suddenly far more lively. His poor drink though. He’d spent some of his only shards in the world on that. It had to be avenged! It had been innocent!
He surged forward with a leap and his cloven hooves hit the tabletop. He didn’t stop there. He launched himself right at Piper...only for her to nimbly side step away. Leaving him to crash in a heap.
"...Maybe that drink was...stronger than I thought" he grumbled.
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Jan 25, 2020 12:04:38 GMT -6
= W H I R L W I N D =
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WC: 108 | Post: 3Rage bubbled up in Whirlwind's gut, and he wanted nothing more than to hurt Awhll for hitting his friend. How dare he? How dare he lay a single grubby little hoof on him? Blind with frustration and wobbly from his drunkenness, the little screamer lurched forwards to try to plant his hooves right on the stallion's face. He missed, terribly at that, lunging forwards and flying past him and into the set of tables and chairs just beyond him. He grunted upon impact, stumbling to regain his footing and cursing the whole way. It took him some time to recover, some time he didn't particularly have to waste. |
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Post by hiddenbubbles on Jan 25, 2020 13:35:24 GMT -6
SandPiper
Post Three | 106 words
Piper laughed as the large kirin crumpled at her hooves mumbling something about his drink. A devilish smirk crossed her face as she moved to pounce on him downed form. She never got the chance as she was knocked forward by Whirl's accident. She stumbled forward, tripping over Arokh on the floor and crashing into another fleabitten gray with with a large bloody shoulder marking on his neck. Heat pooled and trickled down her leg from where she had skinned her knees across the floor. She turned, ears pinned as she regarded the mess of chairs and tables in her wake.
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Post by kerarose on Jan 25, 2020 18:38:48 GMT -6
A V A N I The stallion's offer was well-received by Avani, who smiled and nodded. "Thank you, kind sir," she said. "Any help is wonderful."
Then, she marched over to Whirlwind, and one could imagine steam coming from her ears and nostrils, like a geyser about to blow. "WHIRLWIND!" she hollered, her face going red. "YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO!"
She stopped just short of her sort-of friend, and stomped one of her golden hooves as loud as she could, accompanying it with a loud snort. Her ears pinned back, and she bared her teeth. "What in Alya's skies do you think you're doing? Starting a bar fight, of all things? I swear, you must be dumber than a bag of rocks to lay an egg like that."
Seafoam-green teke grabbed hold of his ear, hard, pulling the younger's face closer to her own. "Your parents raised you better than this. I taught you to be better than this." Her eyes glinted in the low light, fury shining within them. "I am very disappointed in you, Whirlwind."
Another fierce glare shone from her face, but it was tinged with a bit of sadness, too. It had worked many times on Kilani, a five year old- hopefully it would work on a drunk twenty-four year old, too.
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Post by kajeayn on Jan 27, 2020 16:13:20 GMT -6
M A Z U K UFight because you don't know how to die quietly.
wc: 175 | post: 2 Even in his inebriated, tired, annoyed state, he should have been able to dodge an attack like that. It was an obvious lunge, the equine declaring his actions to anyone in the nearby vicinity. But when he went to leap to the side his body just sort of… swayed, stumbled, and he was left blinking in surprise right as the huge horse slammed bodily into him. The bar flipped around him, spinning dizzily and a sudden punch of nausea might have knocked him flat, even if the hit hadn’t thrown him clear to the ground. He crashed into the floor, legs twitching as for a moment he could only lay there, stunned, teeth gritted as rage and dizziness battled for dominance over his swimming mind. “That’s it,” He spat, dragging himself to his feet. “You’re fuckin’ dead!” The other stallion was still on the ground, and so Mazuku reared up, letting out a harsh neigh as he came down hard, striking out with his front hooves to slam down his weight into the equine’s ribs. |
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Jan 28, 2020 11:15:28 GMT -6
= T O U K E =
Bouncer NPC
WC: 222 | Post: 3 As chaos erupted across the bar, Touke could not help but wonder if he shouldn't just turn and walk back out into the cool desert air of the night. Was it worth it, to stand here and listen to the squabbling and arguments that he couldn't do a damn thing about? Avani obviously had Whirlwind covered, who had startled and then gotten nasty right back, curing and sputtering about how he could handle himself just fine.
"I'm a big boy! I don't need a babysitter anymore!" He sputtered back to her. Touke barely heard it.
He grumbled under his breath, stumbling over the chair that had been thrown across the room only moments ago and headed right towards she who had tossed it. He marched over, picking up pace with the full intent to bodyslam her away from who she had sparked up an argument with.
"Hey! That's enough!" He snapped, charging to ram right into Piper. However, a wall of pale nearly translucent blue blocked his attack, and he hit it hard enough to knock himself senseless. He stumbled, falling back on his rump and wobbling, disoriented and confused. Had she... what had she done? He blinked in confusion, his mouth drawn into a line as he strained to regain his footing in spite of how the world was turned sideways. |
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Post by catpurrccino on Feb 1, 2020 17:04:29 GMT -6
CYRIL
|Savior|22|he/him
When the fight had started Cyril had been fairly amused and had quickly joined in with the crowds who had made a wide circle around the fighting equines (some of which he had recognised),screaming mostly ineligible (at least to him) things. He'd been having a blast that is until he was pushed forward by the crowd, stumbling headfirst into Whirwinds flank his drink spilling all over him and the other stallion.
Cyril halted staring at the murky liquid that was slowly dripping to the floor and then at the stallion who was now staring at him.
"You.You spilled my drink" he whispered his voice just slightly slurred"MY drink" he roared swinging his leg forward hitting his opponent right in the face. When the fight
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Post by lightningwolf913 on Feb 2, 2020 12:23:19 GMT -6
= W H I R L W I N D =
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WC: 159 | Post: 4The world spun as Avani walked up to him, causing him to stumble back a bit directly into someone else. He listened to her speech, but nothing really seemed too sink in. He'd grinned, opening his mouth to say something snarky and obnoxious in response before he earned a hoof directly to the face from whoever he had just bumped into; some grey stallion whose drink he'd inadvertently spilled. His forehead split open, blood pooling into his eyes and down his muzzle. He struck out blindly, spinning on his haunches and leaping towards Cyril. However, with his vision blurred, he missed entirely, stumbling into a table and breaking it on impact with the sheer weight of his body. He groaned, getting himself up and cursing his incapacitated mind for making him so clumsy and careless.
He reached up with his teke to wipe the blood out of his eyes, then scrambled to recover for the second time that night. |
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Post by hiddenbubbles on Dec 5, 2020 15:14:19 GMT -6
Bar Brawl
Closer | 204 words
What had started as a minor argument between two stallions had quickly devolved to a full out riot. The little group was surrounded by regulars who were either cheering them on, or diving out of the way of other equines being pulled into the fray. Where music had once filled the air was now the shattering of glass, the creaking of wood tables, and the slams of furniture being slung out of the way or being used as weapons. The floor grew slick with spilled drink and the noise was deafening.
A loud, earsplitting whistle ripped through the din, followed by a voice elevated over the crowd. "Skirmishers coming! Everybody out!" There was a pause as inebriated minds tried to make sense of the words shouted. All at once, the clamor shifted from a fight to a scramble to get out. Drunk and sober alike rushed to grab their belongings, and anything else they could get their teke on, and get out the door. Those still empowered to fight dragged their aggressors out the door into the dark streets of Cajon. Within moments, the bar that had once been packed to the brim was a wasteland.
Empty, and destroyed.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Dec 28, 2020 14:26:21 GMT -6
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