Ambush[[Fight.To.The.Death]]

[camino]

Carzeth galloped into the lands at top speed. His tassels billowed around his large, muscualr body. With a flick of his crown, he reared and let out a loud battle cry. He flicked his tail and marked his terratory around the lands.

Rosabella rose her head at the cry. She perked her auds at the noise, and peered threw the forest. With a loud neigh, she galloped toward the black figure in question.

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Her bodice moved in a three beat matter. A rather Fast one at that. This new figure was intruding her space. No one would do that to her. Annoyance struck her body. Why wasn't Quix here yet. Her optics ran over the figures that ran in. One was a Burly stag who looked crazed while the other was a vixen. One form this realm. She called back in anger and annoyance. Tightrope stood of the the side of his as he came closer. A small grin painted of her face. He was not bad to look at either. She body stood at as a statue. On the top of her daggers. Ready to make a move if he did. Who do you think you are? She growled in a low sweet melodic voice. Her eyes never left him. Was he a forbidden fruit?

[.r e e d.]

QUIXTANTIt Was All Fun And Games-Till I Came[/size]
Quixtant's orbs flickered with rage. He had just crossed the line. Damn, never dude, never get caught in this tornado. You will never come out. His auds were pinned to his skull. "Who the fuckin do you think you are, dumbass bastard!" He reared, towering over them all and coming almost down on Carzth. 'You can go fuck yourself!" he hissed. Carzeth had just come across a goddamn of a tornado......[/font][/size]

[camino]

Carzeth had shut his ears down at there voices. All that ran threw his brain was fight and kill. Blood and gore. With a flinging fury of hooves, he backed up and launched forward at Quixtant.

"You killed Burn!" He yelled.

[Itasca[Tazz]]

was this all about the past and revenge? The why was anyone else involved in this. As much As Tightrope wanted to run and help her equal. Something almost told her not to. She flinched herself as Carzeth lunged toward Quix.... She was being torn between the past and the present. Was this a battler for land or one for revenge?

[.r e e d.]

QUIXTANTIt Was All Fun And Games-Till I Came[/size]Quixtant laughed his cold, harsh twisted laugh. "And it was worth it!"[/size] he lunged and met Carzeth. His ivories scraped across the rival's cranium......[/color]

[big daddy lizzeh.]

[[ooc;]] I know I shouldn't be butting into this, but Tox, that was power playing. ; You can't assume your horse managed to hurt Carzeth, he could've moved away.

/ends rant and poofs.

[camino]

Carzeth yanked back as the feel of dull teeth scraped his head. With agility, he bounced backwards and lauched forward, toward his neck. He scrapped it with his teeth and bounced back, waiting for the stag to move. He hoped his herd would get in here.

[Magic]

Magic

Things Are Not What They Seem[/center][/size]



The vixen pushed her muscular daggers into the moist land beneath her. Was she late? The simple thought forced the paint to move her limbs at a faster pace. No way was she going to miss this.

Rising up from the bottom of a large slope, the essa saw three ungulates. One maiden, and two stags. One was her Lord. The scrap had begun, and it was her chance to do something, no matter how miniscule it was. With a toss of the head, and a loud whinny, Magic had given her signal of arrival.

She was now metere's away. "Shall I get a re-run of what lead to this?" she asked casually, yet her words were sarcastic. Her gait slowed to a canter, a trot, then a walk. The femme's cranium faced the brood. She was the same as her, only brown was exchanged with black.

OOC: It seems like Esmeralda (sp?) hasn't been on for a bit, so she may not follow.

[Wildfire]

Artemis galloped in after Magic, looking at the brawl before her. Her lord, Carzeth was locked in a battle with she guessed, the king of these lands. The essa let out a long, shrill whinny. Powerful strides carried her closer to Magic. Shall we fight with him? Lyri questioned the femme.

Artemis hadn't been taken into the herd as a warrior, but as a broodmare. However, she could hardly stand by a fight and do nothing. Harks waited for Magic to respond or for any signs of distress from Carzeth. Optics looked to him longingly. Does he need me? She struggled with herslef. Muscles bunched and flexed with each movement by the two stags.

[camino]

Rosabella galloped in. Her brindle pelt was seething with sweat as she slowed to a halt. Eyeing a painted mare, she smiled. A pety mare to attack. Easy. With pinned ears she rushed toward her, and turned on her heels, and bucked hard, hitting her barrel. Turning, she tried to bite, but missed.

[Magic]

The moonwashed mare had followed shortled after Magic had arrived. There was a sign of greeting in the essa's eyes, but it was faint. Seconds later, Artemis had asked her whether they should fight or not. "Do nothing but what meets your profile." By this, the femme mean't that if Artemis was pregnant, she better not think of fighting. It was a huge doubt. She knew this one had more brains than required to come up with the conclusion of what would happen if she was, say, carrying.

A brindle nymph came closer to the group, and it at that moment, Magic could visibly tell that she was a kicker. She slid to a stop, and observed her. Then, she was up and running. It was obvious what was to come. The hag turned around within a heartbeat, and bucked, lashing at Magic's carcass. With a loud grunt in pain, the Paint had the wind knocked out of her for a short time. Her hooves felt like wheels, and her legs felt like stilts. It soon wore off, and she regained her ability to move. Standing up, the bronze and ivory coloured matron charged the attacker. With her bodice comming at the shrews torso, alike, she slammed her bulk into the wenches. Sure, it caused pain from her previous fault, but she was certain her opponant would get the worse side of things.

OOC: I'm not too skilled at battling, so just tell me if something is done incorrect, or unfairly.

[.r e e d.]

QUIXTANTIt Was All Fun And Games-Till I Came[/size]
Blood rushed through Quixtant's body. Ivories scraped down hiself. If you looked in his orbs, you would see the devil smiling. He reared his full height, coming down on Carzeth. It hit squarly, but not killing him. Blood painted his ebony pillars. YES!! More blood, more gore, more fighting!! His twisted laugh filled the air again, this stag was the devil himself!

[big daddy lizzeh.]

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//. The sky seemed too dark for the daytime. Ears drew back against the mare's head, as the Goddess of Terra de Scure entered this hellish land. Her bright penny colored body was almost perfect, if it hadn't been for a large gash on her shoulder. Brown eyes spotted her Lord's herd, as well as Quixtant's herd, fighting. Snorting and letting her nostrils flare slightly, Halloween threw her head into the air. Her once injured leg was better, not having made the Arabian lame. She paused slightly, head pulled toward her chest, watching what was going on. When she saw what Quix did to Carzeth, a scream-like whinny escaped her. Forehooves lifted off the ground, and the Arabian danced on her hindlegs. How dare this happen!

[camino]

The black lord ignored the attack. Was that supposed to be clever?
When Quixtant reared, he took this time to do an awful trick. He jumped under him, bit down hard on his sheth, and leaped backward, an evil smile on his face. That had to have hurted.

Rosabella flung her head, biting her lower lip. Her breath became slower, as she stagered. She flung upwards, hooves lashing out. But she was blinded with pain. She rushed at the paint's shoulder, and yanked at it with her teeth. She launched backward and waited for the paint's next move.