The Thrashing Shores Have Brought Me Here

[mattiegrl]

ooc: yeah I know he didn't make an official claim but he just came ashore... and so did the yearling.

Monsieur ignore the annoying buzz going around his ears from the mosquitoes. He was now pissed at the colt. Bastard am I? I do remember my sire. And I believe that you may have a hard time making me leave Poulain fou he said. He shook his head as one fo the mosquitoes managed to bite his ear, making it swell slightly. He towered over the young stag. Even though Monsieur had been handled by humans, he was not treated as "pet". He was a money making stud that was only trained to breed and walk alongside the holder of the bridle, or risk getting stung by a whip. He stepped closer to the younger one. Now I will give you two choices. You may live here peacefully, or leave, and never return.

[corpserotten]

(Yes, but the yearling also made a claim in that post. ^^)

The yearly watched the stallion still, smirking. Madness pumped through his veins. Meat stood stock still, numb with anticipation of this fight. That draft might be big... but Mance shared the large-scale blood, and with a mixed lineage, he was quite capable of moving quickly. The mutt might not look like much, but he was brutal, and pain was nothing to a mind as diseased as his.

"Live under the rule of some old idiot?" He scoffed, hind leg kicking the sand with anxiety. He needed the fight. Adrenaline had made exchange for his blood, his throat was wet and mouth foaming already. "You don't know the first thing about what it means to be a horse, /pet/. No real stallion would offer to let me stay." He fangs clicked together and he paced back and forth in tight circles. "I lay claim to this land, now get out and take your worthless mares!"

[mattiegrl]

ooc: what I am saying is that he didn't have n e time to claim since he just washed up and was confused. It wouldn't make sense if he just claimed it.

Monsieur shook his head. Poulain fou, You 'ave overstayed your welcome. Leave now or face ze consequences. Le congé maintenant et vous vivrez. he said the last part in French because he knew the colt wouldn't understand. He didn't even understand manners. Monsieur stepped forwards to the colt. Ze land ees zat way. You would do best to chase it. he said, baring his teeth. His navy pools were now filled with hatred for the colt. He could have helped him, He could have let him stay peacefully, but the colt was too stubborn to listen to reason. Now he was to leave.

[corpserotten]

(Oh I know, I understand. Mance just came to the island with the idea to claim it, that's all. And I'll be posting when I get home from school.)

"I don't need a welcome into my own home." He growled, rolling his eyes slightly. French? Stupid, fancy fuck. Thought he was so clever speaking in a different language. Sure, it sounded important, but words don't matter if they go to unlistening ears. "As the first claimer of these lands, they are mine and you will leave or fight me off."

The young stag stomped his hooves on the ground menacingly, nape arched to raise his split face. No one would better him, Mance was sure he could shred anything that passed him. Of course, he knew this stallion wouldn't go easy, and Mance would surely walk away bruised and bleeding... but when you don't care about how you look, or how you feel, you can do anything.

[moka]

ooc: wow i need to tun in more often.

Aloka Promise listened carefully as the huge steed spoke of his calling, then asked of heres. His accent was heavy and a little hard to understand but she knew what he meant. Aloka Promise she said simply, she gave a horsey smile as the little colt ran up nosed Valentine then ran behind her.


Aloka Promise threw up her head and watched the savage approach. She flattened her zinniths as the young steed, but her optics were curious. She let the stallions battle it out for a while but at the mention of 'Worthless mare..' she snorted angrily I'm not just a worthless mare, you idiot brute! she exclaimed, but it was clear that she wouldn't be able to do anything, and she'd rather not leave, she did like these lands. She lashed her tail and turned, using a herding motion with her head she chased the colt behind her up to the forest, they would be safe there till the two brutes finished. Stay here she voiced with anger edged into her voice. She four-beated a little ways off her zinniths laid flat against her dial, weather this young brute liked it or not, he needed someone to take care of the little colt behind her. She shook her head in annoyance as an odd buzzing sounded around her head, she snorted and the buzzing got softer, but she didn't feal the bug bite into her shoulder, it had infected her, but it's effects had yet to take effect.

[mattiegrl]

The colt ran where the mare pushed him and he obeyed her orders to stay where he was. He was scared of the stallion's squabble and didn't want to see any bloodshed. Thankfully, where he was at, he couldn't see anything of what was going on. He snorted nervously and listened the squabble.

Monsieur did not like the fact that the colt had no respect for him ofr the mare. I accept your challenge, Poulain Fou. he said. He knew nothing good would come to this land or the occupants if this colt ruled. He reared up and lashed one of his dinnerplate-sized hooves at the one he had called Foolish Colt. He did not know if it hit him but he wasn't going to wait around to hear if there was a crack with contact. He swerved his body to the right and shot another strike at the colt's side. Then he spun around and sent out a mighty kick with his two hind legs, aiming again for the colt. He spun so that he was facing the colt again. The Fury rose in his soul and was shown in his eyes.

Regardez-moi comme j'ai battu la merde vivante de vous, le Poulain Fou. Vous regretterez tout ce que vous m'avez dit! he screamed at the colt, rearing up again and lashing with his pearls. Any normal horse would have turned and fled at these words if they were understood. This colt did not seem like a normal horse so he probably wouldn't even if it were so.

[corpserotten]

The stallion's eyes opened wide momentarily as the large brute reared at him. Caught slightly off guard, he only had the chance to divert most of the blow to the sand, but felt slight contact scrape down his withers. If it had done any damage, he did not know. It didn't hurt anymore than a subtle tingle, the adrenaline and psychosis numbing the rest. He leaned back, baring his teeth menacingly as he tried his best to avoid the other blows, waiting for a moment to ram against the stallion. Watching the beast spin about, he jumped to the side and basked in the opportunity to lash out at the stallion's blind side with his forehooves, back arched in a rear. As he came down he clipped his teeth together, hoping to pinch at a section of flesh and open a wound.

Swerving his skull to the side, he watched the light stallion, eyes rolled back to show the whites. The mad beast tumbled to the side, digging his flints into the ground and twisting his spine until he sped several leaps away, bucking and kicking as he went. Drunk with madness, he swerved back, ramming his chest towards Monsieur, boa twisted up and his crest down defensively, jaws stretched to wrap around meat. A deep cry left his throat as he lunged, fore-knees lifted up on either side of his nape, knives outstretched.

(Just out of curiosity, could you put the English translation in your post? You don't have to, and it could even be in OOC, but I'm just wondering what he's saying. ^^)

[mattiegrl]

ooc: try using this translation site : translation2.paralink.com/ that should help. he's basically just threatening ur charrie lol.


Monsieur fealt a scape of hooves against his pelt in an area he couldn't see. Feeling a warm liquid seep down his side filled him with rage. He Dodged all teeth attepts as they were easiest to avoid. He fealt another hoof come in contact with his chest but it would only leave a bruise in the morning. He didn't care about it anymore. His bleeding hip, his sore side, and his bruised chest only seemed to make him stroger. He backed up when the colt went into a kicking frenzy. He watched several minutes at the show for it was obvious the young stag couldn't see what he was doing. Monsieur was then caught off guard with the tackled and was a little dazed when the colt reared up as if to give him a sick hug. C'est cela. he thought, Je vais mourir.He closed his eyes and opened them. The stallion seemed to come at him in slow motion. He looked behind him and saw the mare move the colt into the woods. Something seemed to roar inside him at the sight of them. He couldn't leave them in His care! before the other stallion came down on him, Monsieur reared and met up with him, preparing to slam into the other with his larger bulk. He opened his mouth and prepared to take out a chunk of flesh. Je vais gagner! he thought triumphently.

[corpserotten]

The sound of pounding meat sounded the air as Mance felt a strong, mighty weight ram into his attack. Ivories scraped his side, but his flesh was so numb, he couldn't feel the bubbling blood. He lashed his head back and forth, screaming with ancient insanity as he pushed back, biting at anything that happened to pass his jaws.

The young animal was glad he'd started that last charge, keeping him only winded rather than knocked over and trampled. Plus it prevented the stallion's whole weight and velocity from hitting him, just his weight which was plenty. Once the body was against his, he shifted his whole weight into his neck and forehalf, letting his back hooves dig into the sand and move him backwards. He tromped several paces backwards.

Hot foam wet his muzzle, blood trickling from his neck where the draft's teeth had bitten. Pausing only long enough to fill his lungs, mass thrown into his haunches, then shot back towards Monsieur, neck leaning out to the left, muzzle to the right in attempts ot access the beast's neck savagely.

As if this pansy /pet/ could rule a land.

[mattiegrl]

Monsieur was now ready for an attack. He stepped to the side easily to avoid the first biting. Suddenly he realised that he was becoming too close to the mare. He did not want her hurt. The mighty stallion cantered away but then turned around after a hundred yards to show he hadn't forfeit. He still had his ears pinned and his sides were heaving, covered in fresh and dried blood. He bared his teeth.

Voulez-vous le terrain, le poulain fou ? Alors vous devrez me tuer d'abord! he said. He was serious. He wasn't going to give up this land this easily. He would talk in english, but his mind was so overcome with rage, he couldn't. He reared and galloped straight at the younger colt. His head was up so he was preparing to ram into the other with his chest. If the colt went left, so would he. If he went right, ditto. He was not going to give up.

Harder and harder his legs punched the ground. Large pot holes were left where he was, scarring the earth. His eyes were angry slits and his teeth were constantly bared. Over two thousand pounds of mass was prepared to collide with the smaller one.

[Crow'sia]

OOC; Alright, so fighting is beginning, right? You guys need to work out some terms if you don't want this to continue forever and then tell me, but there really aren't rules for fighting except common sense. ^.^
Also, Grace and I will probably be judging, we judge on a number of things, what's important is we understand what's going on, so keep that in mind when fighting, cause if we don't know what ya'll or saying then you're definitely not going be winning. XD

[corpserotten]

(I say we go with only two more posts each. I'm really over the fight scene.)

Mance watched the beast canter away, and charged after him. Fleeing or not, this arrogant French scum would /not/ have his land. He'd claimed it and the pompous idiot thought he could say it was his, because he was there first. Tough shit, jackass. It was his, he claimed it, he offered a home. It wasn't just rage that filled him, it was a /need/. A need to just /hurt/ someone. Like his mind his body had agreed long ago to exist for no other reason.

The sabino stallion watched the other turn to him. He kept up his gallop, a rooster-tail of sand out behind him. Realizing this beast would trample him, he waited patiently. Two trains rushing each other, then he suddenly dug all four hooves into a small patch of sand, then lunged out to the side, feeling the weight of the other hit him and spin him around. He caught himself and leaped to the air, bucking his hind limbs at the passing brujo. "Cunt." He snarled under his breath, voice throaty and wet.

With his hinds still in the air, Mance skipped several paces forward. Once his rear flints hit the earth, he spun, facing the beast, pausing to catch his breath. He was coated in sweat, crimson mixing with his blotched pelt. Some of the white patches were already darkening with forming bruises. Unable to control his shaking form, he charged at Monsieur again, kicking his front limbs out at the lighter shape with psychotic fury.

[mattiegrl]

Monsieur was lathered in sweat as well, but he was not tiring. He had been worked everyday and was in best physical form a horse could get. He lunged for the colt again and was prepared to end it. In a way, he had claimed the land too...just after the colt had. This one was not going to rule over the mare and colt if he had anything to say about it. He lashed out his teeth and prepared to clamp down on some meaty neck. He fealt something hard his his side and he took it. His hooves were chipped at the edges and his body was swollen and bleeding. Any normal horse would have given up, but to him that seemed cowardly. He suddenly stood, sides heaving, taking all of the kicks and bites thrown at him. He was taking a breather.

[corpserotten]

Seeing the stallion had stilled, the young stallion turned away, then towards him. He turned his back to the larger beast, lifting his hind legs and driving a powerful blow towards the horse's belly. Trotting away, he stood several paces away, teeth still bared.

"I'll gut you." He growled, still breathing hard. Slowly, a smile grew on his face. "You can't keep this land. You don't know the first thing about living in the wild."

Savage monster returned to his charge, shooting out from a stand still and rearing up, meaning to strike at Monsieur's face. If only he could knock him over, but the chance was slim unless this brute tripped. Oh how fun it would be to crush his head against a rock...

(I think the fight should be judged, and then the winner posts a winning post and the loser a losing post.)

[mattiegrl]

(sure, pick out fair judges.)

The French stallion let the colt kick his belly. It didn't hurt as much as he expected but two hoofshaped bruises were beginning to form. He sidestepped a bit, but not from the blow. He looked the younger one square in the eye. I don't know ze first ting about living een ze wild, do I? Well, I 'appen to 'ave a leetle ting called Instinct. Eef you know what zat ees, zen you know zat zere ees no true tame 'orse. Eef I was one, zen I wouldn't be here fighting you. he said. He lifted his head higher and saw the hooves come close to his face. He calmly stepped backwards and snorted. The hooves missed him by a foot. Do you give up? Zhere ees no way a yearling such as yourself could win to a full grown draft stallion. Do not theenk zat I ave not been een fights before. he said to the foolish mongrel.