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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jan 28, 2016 15:46:46 GMT -6
Illidis | Pit Fighter
"In the end what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, and a slave obeys."
-Andrew Ryan, Bioshock
The grullo paint was relieved to hear they didn't need to kill. Questioning some of the Vindicators may be a good idea as well.
"Chevaliers don't grant mercy to killers, especially not slaves. We should pair up, watch each others backs."
Chevaliers weren't merciful. He knew that. His father had been executed by the Chevaliers after his family had tried to escape so long ago. He flicked his ears and stared up at the stands, seeing the occasional Chevalier. If they didn't kill anyone and helped out, perhaps the Chevaliers would take mercy on them and possibly stop the potential escapees...
"Illidis, you're with me."
His gaze snapped to Ghost, the pitfighter who had clearly taken control of the situation. He lifted his head slightly. "Understood." He replied. Better to listen then argue, he supposed. He would have preferred to pair with Regina. He liked her, as intimidating as she was. But he would listen, and watch Ghost's back. At least it might allow him to make sure Ghost wouldn't try to run in the chaos. He drew in a deep breath, focusing himself. Time to fight. Get in the zone. He leapt after Ghost, his green eyes flashing. Protect the innocent, leave the Vindicators alive, watch Ghost's back. He repeated in his head. Just think of it like a normal pitfight. He told himself. There were just more combatants then a normal pitfight.
His teeth flashed when he struck out at a vindicator lunging for a younger civilian. He bit down hard on their neck, wrenching their head backwards and pulling them to a stop. Illidis twisted his body to be parallel with the Vindicator, then kicked his hind legs out to the side. The vindicator's back legs crumbled and the vagabond went crashing to the ground, a cry of pain leaving his mouth. Illidis quickly dropped him. He was downed for now. He spat blood out of his mouth and charged back towards where he had seen Ghost. That younger civilian reminded him of Master Luciano's other slave. Algren... He hoped he was alright.
Forget about Algren for now. Just focus. His movements became fast and precise. He could do this. He caught sight of a vindicator trying to jump onto Ghost's back. "Ghost!" He shouted out, hoping he could be heard over the din of battle.
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Post 5: +15 FVR + 10 CS + 10 AP
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Post by Queerly on Jan 30, 2016 13:53:45 GMT -6
Checkpoint 2// Whether it is a temporary loyalty or not, you have all aligned yourselves with the Valorians - something the Vindicators surely did not expect! At least twenty of the vagabonds remain in the arena, and with the Chevaliers quickly losing the battle, it falls to you to help them. Make the vagabonds pay for every inch they took!
Notes: You may control a vagabond NPC in your post (either to attack your character or react to your character attacking), just be sure to play them as competently as you'd want your own character to be played! These are vigilantes with a passionate cause, and they won't go down easily - especially not in just one post!
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Post by empyre on Jan 30, 2016 19:39:42 GMT -6
Regina | Pit Fighter
Regina perked up at first at the idea of teams. Despite her occupation generally involving going up against another in combat, Regina was a pretty good team player --or at least she herself thought so-- just as long as everyone pulled their own weight and didn't try to do something stupid. Like trying to escape, for example. She let her gaze travel over the gathered fighters, trying to analyze who would be the best match for her. Initially she thought she would pick Illidis, she liked the kid, and actually thought it might be fun to fight alongside him. Though just as she opened her mouth to call out to him Ghost claimed the younger stallion as his own partner.
"Well shit." Regina muttered, looking cross for a moment before turning her attention back to the others. It seemed, however, that nobody wanted to be her partner. What was she, chopped liver? With a frustrated snort the roan mare let her gaze fall instead to the group of vagabonds wreaking havoc around them. As much as she'd like to say she could take them on her own, and maybe she could take two of the smaller ones at once, she knew she'd stand no chance alone in this fight.
"Who still needs a partner?!" She called out, raising her voice to be heard above the chaos all around, and letting her eyes travel over their group. A sudden, rather strange, sense on protectiveness came over her; these were her people, and this was their home being attacked, and whether they got along or not there was no way she was going to let any of them get hurt or killed by an outsider.
Words: 286 | Post 5 | +15fvr(1st time hitting post 5) +10cs +10ap
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Post by Western-Witch on Feb 4, 2016 16:31:08 GMT -6
|| G A L L O W A Y || Just as Gallow thought he was going to have Jenko as his partner Ze’ev intervened with “Jingles”? Gallow couldn’t help but laugh a little. But it was cut short when a vindicator came barreling up behind Jenko. He was going to shout for him to watch out but Ze’ev also beat him to it. Jenko pulled the vindicator stallion down as easily as knocking over a stack of pillows and pinned him there, leaning close to his face. Gallow didn’t hear what Jenko had said before Illidis also shouted out another pit fighter’s name. It was Ghost’s name and there was a vindicator trying to learn how to fly just above him. Everywhere Gallow turned vindicators were running about. Where were all the Chevaliers? There’s no way they were being over taken? Their job description was to protect the city and its inhabitants. They weren’t doing such a good job. Gallow’s ear snapped to his neck and he snorted in annoyance. Fine we’ll just clean it up then, he thought. Suddenly Regina spoke above the din of chaos around them. Gallow’s ears couldn’t possibly drop lower against his head, but they did just that. She still needed a partner and well so did he. He couldn’t keep standing around waiting for someone to pick him. This wasn’t a school yard. This was real battle with real blood and the stench of death on the breeze. A dark shiver ran through his body as he thought those thoughts. “Regina…umm…fineI’llbeyourpartner,” Gallow mumbled almost imperceptibly. “I’m in the mood to use my hooves for more than just running. Wanna join me? Thisdoesn’tmakeusfriendsthough,” He mumbled the last bit. Gallow then turned his head and shouted over to Jenko, “Keep that one under your hooves. Try and get as much information you can from him! Then do whatever you like with him,” Gallow smirked. He was feeling wicked. Turning he faced the stands and looked up. There were still audience members and several vindicators up there. “What do you say we head that way Regina?”Gallow didn’t know what his other two friends were up to, but he knew they were more than capable of taking care of themselves. Even so he worried for all of them. If a single one of them was hurt or killed...he’d kill whoever did it. #5
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 6, 2016 23:08:14 GMT -6
 "Ghost!" The stallion flipped around at the sound of his name, only to be face to face with one of the vindicators. Hooves pawed at his chest and face as he tumbled to the ground under the weight of the large horse. Anger growing within him, the spotted pit fighter rolled, dodging the second barrage of hooves aimed at his face. Getting to his feet quickly, Ghost lashed out at the vindicator with his rear hooves, landing a solid kick to the vagabond’s nose. Smirking as blood dripped from a fresh cut above his eye, Ghost turned to face his attacker once more. “Picking a fight with a pit fighter is not your best move.” The appaloosa snorted, sizing up his opponent. The horse opposite of him was a rather large, well built bay paint who looked like he too had seen his fair share of battles. As Ghost finished speaking, the other stallion just let out a mirthless laugh. “We aren’t here to fight you. We’re here to free you and liberate those in need of it.” Ghost snorted. Even if he did believe it, which a part of him was inclined to do so, he couldn’t let it show. Too many of the other pit fighters were prepared to stop him if he even so much as glanced towards freedom. Sure, he could take on one. He’d done it plenty of times before and won, hell maybe he could even take two out on a good day...but three or four? Maybe even more? Unlikely at best. A death sentence at worst. And yet… He turned his attention back to the Vindicator, who looked at him with a hopeful determination that was hard for the old stallion to ignore. Forcing aside his personal feelings, he spoke once more, this time his voice dangerously low. “Not today, my friend.” Sarcasm dripped off that last word as the massive blue roan inhaled ash and dust from the chaos around him. “If you know what’s good for you, you and your posse will surrender at once.” Even as the words slipped out his mouth, Ghost knew the stallion had no intention of complying with the laws of those he wished to see destroyed, and he certainly had no intention of giving up his freedom and the freedom of those with him that easily. The bay laughed, almost heartily as Ghost spoke. “You are a funny one, Valorian. I’d hate to hurt you.” The thought almost made the appaloosa laugh. It was unlikely the stallion would actually be able to cause him any real harm, but either way, it wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. Glancing around quickly, he pinpointed where Illidis was, silently hoping the younger stallion truly had his back. [Post 4, Word Count: 472] |
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Feb 11, 2016 15:22:25 GMT -6
JENKO The Vindicator was at his hooves, slowly regaining composure. Jenko had to sit back and picture the current situation now that the other horse was down. It seemed most Valorians had escaped the Crucible, except for a few that weren’t as lucky and had lost their lives in the process. It was a reality check if anything. Chevaliers were falling one by one. Wasn’t it their job to ensure their protection? More and more Vindicators were surrounding the group of pit fighters. There were at least a dozen.
He overheard Regina shouting something in the distance. He heard her call out “partner” or something along those lines. Not that the stallion cared. He had found his partner until Ze’ev interfered. Now was not the time for his…friend… to crack jokes. Jingles… out of all possible nicknames. Really? Jingles?
“Regina…umm…fineI’llbeyourpartner.” Oh. HELL. NO. Regina was NOT going to have his friend as partner. He was not going to allow that. “Gallow, wait! Ze’ev isn’t my partner! I didn’t sign up for partnering with him!“
“Keep that one under your hooves. Try and get as much information you can from him! Then do whatever you like with him.” Jenko grinned back. Oh well, it seemed Ze’ev will fight by his side. He will find a way to talk to Galloway somehow.
“Sounds like music to my-“
“-You had me there, Valorian.”
Irritated, Jenko turned his attention to the buckskin Vagabond who was now standing tall in front of him. What was up with others and constantly interrupting him? He was not particularly impressed by his opponent. Hey, what did you expect? After having Brutus almost crush him that one time he tried to pull a prank on him, Jenko didn’t fear much anymore.
“Beginner’s luck.” The Vindicator continued.
“Puh-lease,” Jenko snorted “You’re talking to an experienced fighter. I wish I could say the same for you but unfortunately you reek of bark and no bite. Oh! With a nice touch of incompetence as well.” He smiled wickedly.
The Vindicator snorted “You insolent colt, I am not here to fight you!”
“How disappointing.” Jenko sighed dramatically.
“We are here to liberate you from the chains of slavery and offer you freedom. We are not here to harm you.”
“Sooo by not harming Valorians you mean blowing up the Crucible and killing innocents in the process? By attacking Chevaliers and lashing out at pit fighters? That sure is the right way to make a statement and prove your point.”
“Young one, I am losing my patience with you.”
“Good.” Jenko could tell the buckskin wasn’t kidding. The Vagabond sighed exasperatedly.
“Pit fighter, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” How about no way?
“Oh, is that supposed to intimidate me? I am shaking in my hooves!” He was giving the Vindicator a hard time and he knew it. To be honest, he loved every moment of it. He could tell the buckskin was about to snap “Tell you what, pal, how about we get straight to the point and settle this the old fashioned way. If I pin you, you’ll give us answers. If you pin me, which I highly doubt will happen but whatever, I’ll try and convince my brothers and sisters to join you" (As if) "A good brawl, sounds good? Unless you’re chicken?”
“How dare you disrespect me this way, child! Have it your way, I will show you bite!” and with that, the Vindicator lashed his hooves out at him with impressive speed. Finally, some action. Jenko launched his teeth at him. In a matter of seconds, they were at it.
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Post 5: +15 FVR + 10 CS + 10 AP |
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Feb 12, 2016 15:10:13 GMT -6
Illidis | Pit Fighter
"In the end what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, and a slave obeys."
-Andrew Ryan, Bioshock
Illidis felt a small surge of relief when Ghost managed to fight off the attacking pitfighter. He had that handled. He could try to save someone else while keeping an eye out for Ghost. Suddenly it felt like a brick crashed into the side of his head. The grullo stallion toppled down, landing heavily on his shoulder. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit down a cry of pain. Don't cry out. Don't make a sound. His green eyes slowly opened and he saw a massive, black coated Vindicator standing above him. She had kicked him; hard.
"You tried to stop the other pitfighters." She said in a voice that bordered on a snarl. Her amber eyes flickered with caution and irritation and her curly black tail swished.
Illidis drew in a sharp breath as pain shot through his shoulder. "Y-Yes..." He mumbled. His silver hair fell into his face. He flattened his ears. She wasn't happy about what he and Regina had done... "They were disobeying! They would get in trouble-" He tried to say.
"They wouldn't, since we were trying to help them!" She barked at him. She loomed over the pitfighter, her cold shadow making him shiver. Her eyes pierced into him as she leaned over him with a harsh edge to her voice.
"T-The Chevaliers..." Illidis croaked, his throat felt like it closed up. They couldn't leave! They'd get in trouble regardless! They'd be hunted down!
The Vindicator smiled cruelly. "The Chevaliers can't stop the slaves. They can't stop US! Look around you, pitfighter. The Chevaliers are gone," She arched her neck. "There is no one left to stop you from leaving this wretched city!" She tossed her head, her nostrils flaring. She was prideful of what she and the other Vindicators had done. "You can be free!" She crowed.
Illidis swallowed thickly. He didn't want to leave. She was so proud of her and the other Vindicators "saving them". What were they really doing? Condemning them. They would be poisoned by leaving. Their minds pierced by concepts and things slaves should never know about. He lay still, his green eyes wide as he stared at her. No. He wouldn't leave. He wouldn't leave Algren and Luciano alone. He wouldn't let himself be infected by the wonders outside of Valore. The things his family and grandfather had spoken about! His gaze darkened as he stared at her. Weaknesses. Where was she weak?
Her left eye was cloudy. She would not be able to see well from that side of her head. She had a slightly kinked back right leg. The remains of a break. That would impair her ability to accelerate and stop quickly. She sneered at him as he stared at her.
"I will escort you out, Pitfighter. You clearly need assistance." She shoved him with her front leg. "Highly trained fighters, my ass." She scoffed. She let out a scream at blinding pain on her left.
The stench of iron filled his nostrils and the taste of blood flooded his mouth as he whipped his head around and sunk his teeth deep into her leg. No. I will not leave! He boomed in his head. Black spots blurred in his vision as another heavy strike to his head hit him. He bit down harder, feeling his teeth hit something solid. She screamed louder and reared back, Illidis still clamped on. He used this to get to his feet. He released her and dropped down to the ground before her, cringing as his shoulder loudly protested with a white hot bolt of pain.
The mare crashed down, her amber eyes glowing with anger. She intended to drop down on top of him, using her hulking size to her advantage. "We are trying to help you!"
Illidis twisted to the side, her hooves only barely grazing his barrel. He kept silent, instead focusing on fighting her. Use her weaknesses against her. He feinted to her left side, making her instantly recoil and turn to try and compensate for her blind side. The grullo pitfighter then bolted the other direction. Take her out, but do not kill. He hardly stopped before he snapped his hindquarters around as quick as a striking asp. He felt the harsh jolt when his hooves connected with her right back leg; the formerly broken one. A sickening crack went through the air and the mare let out a bloodcurdling scream.
"You-You brat! You do not understand what we are trying to do!" She gasped. Then she returned the favor. A searing bite was delivered to the crest of his neck after she snaked her own head around. She reared up, dragging him into the air with raw power and strength. As fast as an asp was, when caught by something stronger, something larger, there was little it could do to prevent its demise.
A broken cry of pain left his mouth without his permission. He felt his hind legs cease contact with the ground and then he was flying through the air. He slammed into the ground, his breath being knocked out of him and his vision growing dark. He was quite sure he had landed on some rocks, as he felt hot liquid seeping out from his body.
"You do not understand. We do not want to hurt you. But I am not afraid to take out anyone, or anything, trying to stop us or alter our plans!" Blood dripped from her mouth and her sides heaved as she stared at him. She slowly started moving towards him, her speed hindered by her now broken leg.
But Illidis's vision swam. It hurt to breath. He tasted blood in his mouth and his shoulder was shrieking in pain. He could only stare at the massive black mare approaching him. "G-Ghost..." He croaked out. There was no way his "partner" could hear him and come to his assistance. He'd failed to stop her, he was letting everyone down. He was failing Luciano and Algren...
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Post by rohgir on Feb 14, 2016 11:57:23 GMT -6
JACELYN
Glory and gore go hand in hand.
Jacelyn's thoughts had left her; for a time, she had gone silent, shut down. She had closed herself off to the world around her, brain thudding, trying to make sense of the situation around her. What was going on? The mare was clueless, thoughtless, and it showed. Around her, the others were partnering up, but the chimeric mare went quiet and still, her heart thudding in a slightly scarred chest. What was she doing? Her alliance had been made, and she would stay within the pit, to be certain, but what was happ--
Through the haze of her mind, Jacelyn gazed across the arena. She spotted Gallow, Ze'ev, Regina, Brutus, Ghost, all of them, and they were engaging eachother quite will--Illidis? What...her numb brain twisted, tried to figure out what was going on. Jacelyn Junior's head lowered, and she was...shellshocked, frankly, the explosion suddenly getting to her in a raw power that shut her down, made her brain screech to a halt. But Jacelyn observed, and she spotted him: her father. He was dripping blood, and he looked weary, but he was trying to approach the other group, trying to close upon the pit fighters, to join his daughter.
However, his journey was cut by a brutish stallion--a cremello, his coat bloodied.
As her father fell to the pit floor, torn by the stallion's repeated strikes, Jacelyn fought to get control of her faculties. She was making a noise in her throat that was unlike the noise of the average mare; it was a deep noise, of rage, of hate. The cremello shook himself, blood flicking from him, and Jacelyn exploded in a whirlwind of motion. There was no noise from her as she barreled past Illidis' fight (possibly ramming into the mare aggressing upon him). They took partners, but she had not, and Jacelyn was upon her father's attacker (not killer, he wasn't dead) with a brutal scream.
Cremello met the chimera, and Jacelyn saw nothing but a deep, deep red.
"MY FATHER! I'll K I L L YOU! --341. Post 4. Sorry about that. I had RL problems. :C |
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Post by corruptpudding on Feb 17, 2016 23:32:44 GMT -6
Ze'ev barely lifted a hoof as he watched Jenko spar briefly with the vindicator before bringing him crashing to the ground. Hmm. This whole partner thing was really working for him.
His cool deamenor began to settle in once again as he recovered from the shock of the invasion. After all, such an event meant less to him than it did to most of the others, apparently. He felt no loyalty to this city and it's people. None of them were guiltless in his eyes. If there was one thing he had learned in his short, harsh life it was that innocence was a far off fantasy in foals tales. So what if the vindicators killed a few Valorians? The Valorians had worked to death countless of slaves, often captured illegally, and did they seem to lose sleep over THAT?
It was a dog eat dog world out there and, young or old, everyone and anyone was susceptible to the cruelties and corruption of the societies they were born into.
"...Ze'ev isn't my partner...!"
Ze'ev raised his head high and cast an icy look at the grey appaloosa, who, it seemed, was too busy being interrupted to notice. There was no way this sorry bundle of idiots was going to dump him on lil' miss sunshine Regina over there and pretend everything was peachy as pie.
Luckily, Jingles became engrossed in having what looked like a deeply intellectual conversation with his adversary, giving Ze'ev a few more moments to think.
The crowd had dispersed enough that he could easily slip away...The vindicators would help him at this point and could fend of any of the other pit fighters who tried to stop him from escaping.
He frowned. Feeling uncertain was not something he was used to, but this was a big decision and a lot was happening at once...
At this point, he was nearly certain what he wanted. Mateo was long gone, a dream of the past, and lost to him out there in the wide open world. The chance that he might ever see her again let alone hear her name were so unlikely as to be impossible. If he were to escape, the only familiarity he would find was poverty and, if he was lucky, a home in the slums behind a dumpster. Eh. Just like old times.
Angelia, however, was the here and Now. She was all he had and the only thing that stood between him and his old life of destitution. As a pit slave, he sacrificed his freedom, but he gained so much more. A comfortable, rich life and even a little bit of fame when he did well.
It wasn't like Ze'ev to dwell on the past. His nature was to keep moving forward and make the best of his sitution until he found better. It's how he had suvived for so long in squaller. But apparently choatic explosions and a band of invading vindicators did strange things to a person's mind.
He would stay. He would not, however, fight the vindicators out of loyalty to This herd or his fellow pit slaves. Any fighting he did was on his own terms, either out of self defense or to keep the pit fighters and Chevaliers thinking he was on their side until he could quit this lame band of bickering bimbos and find his way home to Angelia. Then, he could forget any of this ever happened and go back to his happy, carefree life of beating the pulp out of other horses and being rewarding for it by his adoring fans and doting mistress.
Ze'ev spared a glance at his "partner". What was that lazy butt doing now? STILL talking? Did he have to do ALL the work around here? Well as the saying goes, if you want something done you better do it yourself.
"Oh Jingles, if you wanted to talk about your feelings you could have just come to me." he said in a mockingly sweet voice,
"I'm much better at giving advice than that silly little vindicator, why, let me give you a free sample: KICK HIS BUTT RIGHT NOW OR ELSE IM KICKING YOURS!" he roared over the growing screams and hollers of the other fights taking place around him. "Do you need me to walk it through step by step?" he hissed, sauntering closer to the two stallions, "or are you just waiting for him to fall over dead from old age? Because you have certainly been standing around long enough." never mind that Ze'ev hadn't bothered to so much as cast a crossed eyed glare at any of the vindicators, he just needed to look busy and critising Jingles was certainly doing the trick. That's when a strangely unnatural sound pierced the air and the spotted stallion swiveled his head to watch with a mix a surprise and amusement as the big mare, Jaclyn, went barreling through the crowd, knocking over any equines in her way as she howled at the top of her lungs, savagely leaping toward two fighting stallions.
She was something else. One minute she seemed lost in thought and the next she was trampling her foes like daisies underhoof. He made a mental note to figure out the warning signs of these sudden explosions of violence later so he could be sure to evade her path of destruction should he ever find himself at her receiving end of fury.
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 21, 2016 19:31:16 GMT -6
As Ghost continued his dance with the bay stallion, the battle continued to rage on around him. Pit fighters and Vindicators locked in even matches against each other. Blow for blow, swing for swing. It was obvious the Vindicators had an edge though. They were free to use the blessings they'd been bestowed with, the pit fighter's were forced to wear bridles that inhibited the abilities they'd been granted by the gods. Even the stallion Ghost was fighting seemed to have a blessing that enabled him to heal quickly, making it harder for the appaloosa to make any real impact. "Got tricks I see." Ghost let out a strained laugh, watching as a cut on his attacker's face healed over in almost the blink of an eye. "Heh. Indeed I do." the stallion retorted. "Almost disappointed I don't get to see any of yours." He smirked, lashing out at the pit fighter's face. The appaloosa snorted heavily as he dodged the coming blow from his attacker, his hoof scraping jaggedly against Ghost's chest. He quickly retaliated by lashing out, attempting to latch onto the bay's neck, grabbing an ear instead. It was obvious both horses were growing weary of the fight, and had it been a pit fight, it likely would have resulted in a rare draw. If Illidis had stuck with him and had has back like he'd implied, none of this would be an issue. Just as the opposing stallion was about to lash out again, he flicked an ear back and ran off to assist a vindicator who seemed to be having a bit more trouble. Ghost started to chase after him, but veered off when the crumpled form of his "partner" caught his eye. A massive mare stood over the young fighter, waiting to see if she'd have to knock him down again. Ghost found himself growling in the back of his throat as he watched the scene unfold. It wasn't like he hadn't seen things like that before, nay, in fact he'd caused plenty of similar situations. Hell, if this attack hadn't hadn't happened, he likely would have caused a few today. For some reason though, watching this mare almost gloat over a horse he almost considered a brother under the circumstances, was infuriating.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Ghost hollered as he barreled towards the mare, knocking her over as he collided into her large frame. Turning his attention to the younger stallion, he spoke with determined encouragement. "Get up. I've seen you in worse shape and keep fighting. You are a fighter Illidis, get up. Now." He urged the stallion to get up, watching as the vindicator rose to her feet once more. [Post 5, Word Count: 460] |
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Post by brindletail on Feb 22, 2016 10:47:35 GMT -6
B R U T U S "I am the character you are not supposed to like."- Alan Rickman
The fever pitch had not subsided in what felt more like days, than minutes in the Crucible. The giant's blood pressure thrummed hard in his ears, making it difficult for him to hear much of anything. He had made it his goal of horribly disfiguring every strange face he came across, and blood now soaked his face and neck, his white feathering soaking in any pools of it in the sand.
Ghost managed to yell louder than his thudding heartbeat, something about pairing up and driving these vermin back. Whether he didn't actually hear the part about no killing, or chose to ignore it was only privy to him. He didn't care for really anyone in this motley crew, save Galloway who was too far across the arena to bother with.
"MY FATHER! I'll K I L L YOU!" Burst through his eardrums moments before the loud crack of body mass meeting another. Like thunder, he turned his head briefly to watch the big chimera mare maul one of the vindicators, only barely able to spot the rush of another equally large horse entering the arena and turning his eyes on her.
Finally, someone worth his efforts.
He managed to hulk his large mass between the two, intercepting the enemy with a hard shoulder jab, nearly knocking him off balance. The clyde mare seemed fine with her prey, so he concentrated on the new foe, and the image of Guinevere drowning in the rubble gave him fresh rage to administer his blows. WC: 254 |
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Post by Western-Witch on Feb 23, 2016 22:32:55 GMT -6
|| G A L L O W A Y || Gallow didn’t hear whether Regina wanted to be his partner or chase down the vindicator’s in the stands. Frankly he didn’t care. He was pumped and itching to sink his teeth into something. He had already prepared himself earlier that morning. He had gone through his fight day ritual which consisted of him waking up early, training on the beach and then mentally preparing for whoever he was scheduled to face. All that adrenaline had been stored and saved up for this moment. Well minus the destruction and deaths. But Gallow could handle just about anything. His life as a slave had taught him that. “Well Regina, if you decide to join me I’ll be up there,” He pointed with his muzzle up towards the stands. Before he could give Regina any more attention a small, piercing scream shook the very core of Gallow. Up in the stands he spotted a young colt trying desperately to get out of the way of a vindicator. Gallow instantly felt a need to protect. He surged ahead with rage burning off him. He reached the battered arena edges and took a broken slab of stone in one leap, jumping from that one to the next until he found his way into the stands. The stallion turned to face Gallow as he came clattering down the aisle. A deep scar ran down the length of his muzzle and puckered his lips into a menacing snarl. The Appaloosa Friesian felt his legs stutter and his breath hitch at the sight of him. But then he caught the tiny shivering colt in his glance and knew he had to keep pushing forward. The stallion wasn’t as massive as Brutus or JJ, he was more lithe, muscled but snake like. And it showed. The scarred stallion snapped around instantly and bared his teeth, he could see gold in there and some unnaturally sharp wolf teeth. He snapped at Gallow and lunged his neck. Gallow bent his head down, keeping his neck behind him as he head butted the stallion over the aisle seats below. It was too easy to toss him over. Gallow didn’t have a chance to dodge as the snake-like stallion twisted and gripped Gallow’s back left leg in his teeth, dragging him with him. Before he fell in a heap Gallow turned to the frightened colt and shouted at him, “RUN! Don’t just sit there! You need to run!” And as Gallow tumbled the colt turned and dashed away. Thank Ignacio. And Gallow tumbled below. His body felt battered beyond belief as he lay dazed on the arena floor, part of the vindicator stallion below his body. Slowly the world stopped turning and Gallow’s seized muscles relaxed and allowed him to struggle up. As soon as he put pressure on his back left leg Gallow let out a sharp shout. He looked down and saw it was no longer a creamy white. Blood caked around a deep wound and he thought he saw a flash of dirty white. A wave of nausea rippled through his skin. “What the hell is your problem?” The snake stallion had a low guttural voice. It paired well with that scar. “I was only having a little fun.” That smirk again. “So you and your friends had to go and demolish an arena with innocent bystanders? Sounds like a blast to me.” Gallow snarled, limping to a safe distance from the stallion. He seemed to be in better shape than Gallow. “No pun intended?” As the stallion stood, Gallow realized he was tall. Tall and all legs. “You know I’m going to rip your throat out now.” He smiled and lunged for Gallow. Gallow was in no way able to properly fight back. So at the last minute he sidestepped and sent his own legs beneath the stallion’s long legs. A satisfying look of surprise crossed the vagabond’s face as it came crashing into the dirt and sand below. “Hey a little help here would be appreciated!” Gallow shouted to whoever wasn’t caught in their own scuffle. Then he promptly proceeded to set himself on top of the downed Vagabond. “Now why don’t you tell me why you all came here tonight? There’s no way it was just to free us. This city has too many temptations for me to believe that.”
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Post by GingerBlues on Feb 25, 2016 17:29:49 GMT -6
Checkpoint 3// The battle continues to rage one when the Vindicators retreat. Whether due to your physical prowess or some unknown force driving them away, the vagabonds disappear as quickly as they arrived. In the midst of the chaos, you are once more left with a choice. Will you wait here for your master to retrieve you, or will escape before anyone notices you're gone? The choice is yours and yours alone. Wrapping Up! Hey guys, this is just a heads up to let you know our plot is nearing it's end  You'll each get to post at least once more, maybe twice if time permits it. |
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Feb 25, 2016 18:28:45 GMT -6
Illidis | Pit Fighter
"In the end what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, and a slave obeys."
-Andrew Ryan, Bioshock
Illidis tried to heave himself to his feet, his hooves slipping on the rock debris littered on the ground. His shoulder burned and his green eyes flicked to the vindicator mare approaching at a slow, almost menacing and patient pace. Then someone screamed and rushed past, shoving the mare forward onto her knees.
She stood again shakily, her amber eyes blazing. She once again locked onto her target, who managed to get his feet underneath him. "You blasted pit slaves!" She hissed. Her ears were flat against her head. "Nothing but loyal little dogs too afraid to run into the wild, to return to being the wolves they should be!"
Illidis stood watching her, his sides heaving from the effort of keeping his shaking, aching legs underneath him. No... No, she was wrong! He wasn't a loyal little lapdog! He was a Pitfighter! He was one of the prides of Valore! He was a striking asp, a honed blade, despite his meek appearance and manner. He knew how to fight, how to bruise, how to hurt. He knew how to endure pain one should not ever suffer. He swallowed thickly, his gaze hardening. Focus.
The mare sneered at his small form. "Are you whimpering and quivering for your master now?" She scoffed. Then she lunged at him, grabbing him by the neck again and slamming him onto the ground. She pressed her forehoof into his neck. "There are no masters to save you." She stared at him. "Take your freedom head on. Run, run for your life. Or boy, I will chase you out of here."
The grullo paint let out a gasp when she slammed him down again. He tried to steady his breathing. Focus. Take her down.
"You still do not understand this precious gift we are offering to you!?" She pressed her hoof deeper into his neck and bared her teeth.
FOCUS! He roared to himself. He twisted his neck to try and bite down hard on her leg and received a hit to the head again. He squeezed his eyes shut. He could do this! He could fight her! She pressed harder on his neck and he felt his airway closing. Then the weight was gone.
"Get up. I've seen you in worse shape and keep fighting. You are a fighter Illidis, get up. Now."
The silver maned pitfighter's eyes snapped open and he saw Ghost. He'd actually come to help him. He grit his teeth. Focus! He shoved his feet underneath him. Get up! He pushed himself up, ignoring the pain in his sides and shoulder. You are a Pitfighter! He shouted at himself. His green eyes blazed as he saw the Vindicator mare getting to her feet. Fight. He was a fighter. He let out a shout and lunged at her. For Luciano. For Algren. For the hurt, and the dead, and those who these blasted Vindicators have hurt!
The mare barely had time to react when he reached her. She reared up to try and avoid his flashing teeth aimed for her throat.
Illidis bolted to the side, his hooves skidding on the sandy floor. He struck at her broken right leg, his foreleg catching on it and pulling it out from under her.
The mare cried out and fell down onto her stomach with a heavy thud. She tried to push herself up. What!? What was he doing!? He was fast. She didn't like it.
Illidis's eyes flashed as he kicked at her head now that she was down. He twitched at her shriek of pain. He whipped around, teeth gleaming when he made an attack towards her head. She jerked her head up to try and get it out of his range, and he instead bit down hard on her neck. His hooves struck at her and he forced her down onto the ground. He was NOT a lapdog! He raised his forehoof and slammed it onto her skull, making her go limp and groan. The grullo pitfighter raised his head, blood trickling down his chin. He panted, his sides screaming in pain. Every breath hurt. He stepped back from her, his gaze softening once again. He closed his mouth, swallowing down the bitter iron taste of blood. Then he noticed things growing quiet. He looked around, seeing the Vagabonds fleeing.
Illidis blinked. Where were they going? Had they beaten them? His gaze snapped to the dark mare when she started getting to her feet, although more shakily and slow then before. He tensed his muscles in preparation of needing to strike again, but it wasn't needed.
She gave him a nasty look, then fled with the remaining Vindicators as fast as her broken leg and throbbing head would allow.
He watched her leave, then looked at the other Pitfighters. His allies. He knew some of them would try to leave now that the chaos was gone, and the civilians were mostly safe... They'd abandon their masters and go free, go see the mountains of Onea, see the blue, blue oceans of Aquore... See the things he was told about as a child. A small, barely sparking flicker of temptation, a small thought of freedom, smoldered in his mind. A thought that had almost been entirely extinguished, years, and years ago.
Then another thought crossed his mind. Luciano. Algren. The people who took care of him and helped him. The people who wouldn't throw him away like trash when his time was up. He... He couldn't abandon them... No... He couldn't... He wouldn't! He closed his eyes. The small smoldering ember, the flickering thought of freedom, was willingly extinguished once again. He needed to know they were both okay. He'd make sure, they were both okay. He would protect them. He was a weapon meant to keep its owner safe. And that didn't bother him. He was a Pitfighter.
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Post by rohgir on Feb 26, 2016 0:21:12 GMT -6
JACELYN
Glory and gore go hand in hand.
Jacelyn's battle with the stallion was something that would go down in the books--or, it would, if there were anyone to notice it. To notice the way they dove together, snapped together, their hooves tearing and rending. The stallion seemed to realize what his mistake had been the third time JJ scored his flesh with her hooves and dove in, slamming against him; she fought over her quivering, failing father, who dragged himself away pitifully, breathing hard. Andalo, too, where was the old master? JJ bristled and with every move the stallion made, she sought to match it.
There wasn't much thought by this point, just the roar of instinct, of everything; she had to punish him for what he'd done. Blood stained both parties, spattered the sands below, churned, and they were at it like vicious beasts. Jacelyn had made her mind up to not stop until the stallion was deceased, regardless of what popular opinion was, regardless of 'orders'.
Nobody was going to lay hoof on her father like that and live.
Combatants parted, JJ's side heaving, her lips curling and twitching; the horse's head lowered, and she glared at her opponent, dug in, and ran at him anew. But the stallion whirled himself, and began to make his break for it.
And while at first, JJ could be mistaken for trying to escape (but the blood flecking her body, down her face and staining her coat, that'd tell otherwise and woe to the one who tried to stop her), she was not, no. There was no escape here, no attempt at freedom; just the drive and the rage and the fury when the stallion escaped through where he'd come. JJ stood, sides sucking in and out, and she looked--
Freedom.
Father.
In the end, blood was thicker than whatever else, and JJ morosely joined her father to try and clean him up. --post 5!. |
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Feb 28, 2016 13:06:58 GMT -6
JENKO
Both stallions were still at it. While Jenko managed to slow his opponent down, the buckskin sure had been putting up a good fight. In fact, he was still standing. Not for long. Bits of mane were ripped out, bite marks, scratches and sheds of blood were adorning their bodies. The metallic smell of the red substance caressing the appaloosa’s nostrils made him quiver. Oh, how much he loved that smell.
Being pushed back, he took a brief moment to catch his breath before charging at the Vindicator once more. That is, if he wasn’t interrupted by pretty boy himself. Most of what Ze’ev had said was a blur. He didn’t exactly listen to him, too preoccupied with sassing the Vindicator. Jenko clearly had his priorities sorted out. Ze’ev was nice to look at, but not as much anymore once he opened that darn mouth of his. Such a shame and waste of good looks. Once more, Jenko’s body collided with the Vagabond’s.
“KICK HIS BUTT RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I’M KICKING YOURS!” Ze’ev roared at him. He sounded like an angry spouse scolding their partner for not helping out in the household.
“I’m a little bit busy at the moment!” Jenko shouted back, fed up with Ze’ev’s attitude. What was his deal? Shouldn’t he be fighting and make himself useful as well? By the Gods, he wanted to tell him to shut up. Not exactly something he could afford, he didn’t want his opponent to get the upper hand by being distracted.
“Do you need me to walk it through step by step?” Ze’ev hissed at him.
“We could always go for a romantic walk after this is over with, yes. I’d like that very much. After all…” Jenko tried to kick the Vindicator, but the lad dodged his attack “…You owe me that for saving your sorry flanks earlier.” Jenko turned his head to face Ze’ev. Something he shouldn’t have done. He got kicked hard at the side of his head. A dull ring filling it. Jenko met the sandy floor beneath him, a trail of blood coating the Crucible’s surface. Ugh… The pit fighter tried to stand, but failed. His vision was clouded, he didn’t feel his legs anymore.
“Pardon me, my friend, but you gave me no choice.” He heard the buckskin say.
“You will pay for this…” Jenko replied, spitting every word. Everything inside of him was burning, he was so angry, so humiliated. Once again he tried to stand, his legs giving in due his weight. Jenko cursed under his breath.
“You are worthy, pit fighter. We shall meet again.” Worthy? He couldn’t even stand. Was that meant to be sarcastic?
“Don’t… you dare leave… I’m not done with you.”
“We are finished.” The stallion turned around. Jenko noticed most Vagabonds were leaving. Why was that? “Remember, you have the opportunity to leave and embrace freedom.”
“Never.” He had too much to take care of. He did not desire freedom either. Nothing appealing was out there for him. He would stay. He wanted to stay and that was final.
“Suit yourself.” The buckskin snorted, then left as quickly as he appeared. Jenko did not even know his name. Once more there was an attempt at standing.
“Come back, you coward!” He barked at the Vagabond, but as soon as Jenko attempted galloping he collapsed again. Rage was building up inside of him. He was a pit fighter, for Ignacio's sake. Genetically superior. He was better than this, and yet he cursed himself for being distracted and for letting this happen. For being weak. He focused on standing once again, and managed to stay on his hooves this time.
“This isn’t over.” And that was a promise.
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Post by corruptpudding on Feb 29, 2016 11:37:44 GMT -6
Ze'ev offered Jingles his best sarcastic smile as the grey stallion talked of a romantic walk and turned to face him. That was a mistake, but his partner seemed to realize it a split second to late.
Thwack!
A hoof to the head and the grey appaloosa fell, hard, to the sandy ground of the arena.
Ouch. That was gonna hurt in the morning. Or maybe instantly.
"I know I'm pretty to look at but surely you could have found a better time to admire my undenainable beauty than in the heat of battle, hmm?" Ze'ev purred to the downed pit slave.
He only watched as his partner struggled to stand, spitting venom after the retreating buckskin. That was odd. why was he leaving- Ze'ev snorted in surprise as a fiery red quarter horse mare shoved past him, one of the vindicators by the look of her, and trailed after the buckskin, but not before Ze'ev gave her a sharp nip on the flanks for invading his personal space. The tang of her blood lingered on his lips as he glared after her and the rest of the retreating vindicators. Maybe Regina and her insane tackle tactic had been too much for them?
Looking around him...Ze'ev observed his fellow pit fighters, all bruised and battered, except for himself of course. He didn't like to get his hooves dirty without reason. He sported a scrape or two from the explosion and Regina's tackle but the droplets of blood on his lip was the only sign he had attacked a vindicator. If you could even call a nip to the flank an attack.
He ambled leisurely toward Jingles, coolly looking over his battered hide and fairly unsteady grounding. "If you fall I'm not catching you." he said, wrinkling his velvety black nose at the idea. "Oh and I would have lent a hoof back there," he lied, "but I thought you might need the practice. Seems I was right too. He really pummeled you into the ground, literally." Jingles looked a bit worse for wear to do much harm so Ze'ev took the opportunity to let his mouth run.
"It might be a while before we can take your lesuirly Oceanside stroll." he added. "You look a bit down in the dumps and I wouldn't want you to strain yourself. Maybe next time you'll listen to my helpful critique and you might actaully hit your target." his voice was dripping with sarcastic concern.
Growing bored of his taunting, the spotted stallion turned his attention to the elder pit fighters, Regina, Ghost, and Brutus.
"I assume this means we can all go home now? WITHOUT being tackled and trampled into the sand?" He called from his place beside Jingles.
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