WAR::Altivo vs. marred / Wake

[Dreamweaver]

Alright you two, post your battle below and the Royals will judge it as it happens. Only post 4 times each, anymore will not count. Good luck to the both of you and may the best 'quine win!

Dream

[marred]

Consider the odds,
consider the obvious.
The martyr is meaningless,
the campaign has died.
In the planning stages
and the fallen faces
are the singular proof
that it was ever alive.

A dormant, bellicose rage that swelled inside was reaching a peak as the hessian set an embarkment onto the battle grounds. Pushed to a point of no return, his anger shall be unleashed and its focus, Altivo. Honers were stitched gainst his skull. Choco chasms staring full of hatred and drawn to a glare. Ink dipped leggings flexed repeatedly as his haunches bore the overlord's weight. Ebon daggers struck the lithosphere in agrivation. Appendages propelled him upward, forehand airborne, striking empty skies. Shearing through the blank blue yonder. Gaze set apon the mortal fool who challenged. Temper set afire. Ink drawn frame slowly slid back to the depths of the earth. Weight given back to the quagmire. Shaking the loam as if an earth quake had thundered though the plains in seconds notice.

Tension awas thick, easily sliced through. Curvature stretched to full extension. Cursed liege's cerebrum flew to the heavens. Chasms grew an immense(sp?)
size. Whites shown, prominate through the pitch round the two. Crimson stained ivories drew from the hess's probiscus. THe dye still remained apon them. Blood etched. From various hassles before. Bronc missed the rich taste. Knowing that t'would soon come as he dismantled the little blessed being before him. Inked tassels whipped up wards about him. Curvature snaked up wards, crown tucked tightly as he repeated his previous actions. Rage began to control him, occuli continued to narrow 'pon the others image in concentration. Determined steps could be heard as he shuffled about impatiently.He circled in silence once more before halting feet before the other, pools never appearing beneath his crown of onyx locks. A vicious, merciless look stayed in the eye of the stallion. His expression fading to that of respect he turned to the Lady of the Lands. Porcelain hued pelt crawled with anticipation. Cage heaved with suppressed energy. Dome shot to and fro as his gaze locked to his. Baring down 'pon the younger one.

This purchased rebellion
has been outdated,
denounced and rescinded
and left to die championless.
I told you to go.
I laughed as you pleaded.
through away your only hope
and watched the floor
as you retreated.


A flash of dark pools passed as he whirled, a buck slipping bunched quarters, hinds flung out warningly. A single fore dagger pawed restlessly at the hard soil beneath the inked sketch, long ebon tendrils flowing freely from the arch of his nape. The brujo screamed once more, a deafening horrible war cry. He was more than ready for what was to come. the stallion of mystic flow gallently flowed into the loam as big as a shire. Foretendon Stretched forth as in slamed the flint into the sod. His usually harmonic toon was sharp, darkness taking over his lightness. He chellenged anyone for anything. he never backed down, his will stronger than titanium steal. A burst of rage bubbled within him noly this time, it did not reced like the lick of a wave on the shore. It stayed flaming and burning within him like that of immortality. He tensed as his words rose from the very pits of his chasm, like the scorched pits of hell

Hope has sprung a perfect dive
a perfect day, a perfect lie.
A slowly crafted monologue
conceding your defeat

I pity the fool who has dared set foot apon these lands in eargerness to fight thee. You mere mortal shall last only seconds once I be through with your softy self. Being one of the blessed has gotten you no where. For theres nothing left to safe you. Such a fool. I see the cowerd in you. Drawing near as the battle draws ever so closer. My pride be greater than yours, strength passed beyond your limits. And skill, oh yes, my skill shall leave you bewildered as I slice through your petite frame as I have done to others. Fear for your life blessed one. For the lord is not protecting you. And your soul shall belong to the creator of h.ell once I be through with you.

An outraged snicker arose from his vocals. Enamels now seeped passed his parted labrums. Crimson glare continued to rest 'pon the scoundrel. flints pierced the rouge terrain, paper thins flared as he grunted heavily, wishing he get this rumble done with. he encircled the blessed 'quine, dentals snapping bitterly as he attempt to pluck ones hyde, just to startle him. ready him. anger him.

Does it comfort you to know
you fought the bad fight?
Basking in my victory,
hollow and alone
to boast my bitter
bragging rights
to anyone who'll listen.
While you're left with
nothing tangible to gain.

t'would be best if you didnt mess with thy fool. Your best bets are off, theres only one winner. that would be me. Ill spare your petty self if you want to flee. Or forever bear the scars, that'll remind you of me


ickyyyyyyyy post, im sorry

[Weiry]

As the war scream was set forth from evil's jaws, Wake had come to battle the craven Altivo.. vulgar light that would be shaken from foundations of the earth after being defeated by Wake and Marred, the alliance of stallions from the deapths of hell. A fury was coming before the land, as quick, hard hoofbeats planted themselved among the earth's frozen loam of a turf. Wicked, fierce optics scanned the surroundings that were now in a rich black of night, only the moon's small glow coming from the heavens lit the dull land. Slow, grey plumes moved carelessly in the sky as time passes by, a deamon approaching.

Finally the stag of darkness came upon the fighting lands, in which much blood would be spilt tonight. Seeing his alliance member Marred, the great bloodbay stallion let out a shrill cry of corrupt manner, hooves pounding into the earth as he came to an abrupt halt near the other stag. Nares filling with a strong scent of lightness, the stallion's cruel orbs turned anxiously, awaiting the challengee.

From the deapths of Hell I say speak Altivo! Where is this bastard of a stag? Fellow Marred, I see you have accompanied me on our.. tour.

The stallion's smug face held a nefarious smirk as he momentarily looked to Marred.. seeing the evil in his eye as well. Flicking his streamer from flank to flank the stag immediatly grew immpatient..he had better things to do than mess around with the vexatious light ones.

{bleh horrible!}

[marred]

oooooh altivo,,,,, where you be?

-snickers-

[Classic Touch]

sorry coreh......mmmm, if im not correct go to alveys user name and should show the last time she logged in. She might have just not logged in recently......mmmhmmm he hasnt replyed to any of meh posts eather. -pets- calm down lufferly

[Dreamweaver]

outcome: this battle is over, no winners, no injuries, neither losses nor gains on either side.

reason: read pm sent to everyone