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Post by Crow'sia on Sept 10, 2007 19:20:49 GMT -5
{So, as Grace and I had conflicting views on who we thought should win, we called in an expert, or rather another person who happened to be online who is not from NSE to solve our problem and be the tie breaker. The reasons for this decision will not of course be shared, we all know it'll cause conflict.
And the winner is –drumroll- Mance! Who gets to keep the Island. You may I s’pose, post a final blow, or something to the sort, up to you both.
Although logically, Valentine would probably be a kinder leader; with that I must say goodluck future islanders! Welcome to the new world order. :/ }
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Post by grace on Sept 10, 2007 19:24:52 GMT -5
[Haha. I was pulling for Mance, but I guess I'm not aloud to say that. I judged fairly in my bit, even though my part didn't even really matter since we brought in a stranger to help -nod- ...I just felt like butting in. I'll leave now.]
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Post by corpserotten on Sept 10, 2007 23:30:28 GMT -5
(Oh wow... I really wasn't expecting to win.)
Sabino youth showed his teeth, mock charging repeatedly. His beaten hooves sent the sand into furious waves of grit. This stallion actually thought he could live in the wild? He didn't know how to avoid predators, what food was good to eat, what was bad, what helped with a sour stomach. How to know when the water was bad. How to find warm, good shelter. Mance was a poor excuse for a horse and he knew it, but he didn't care. He was better than this oaf.
Suddenly he reared half-way, aiming his hooves at the other's chest, jaws open in hopes of biting his nose. He bounded away, and used the momentum to slam into the draft's neck, hoping to topple him. Feeling his weight come into contact with meat. Pushing off the body, he again moved away, standing several paces away, smirking hungrily, sides heaving.
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Post by mattiegrl on Sept 11, 2007 14:01:56 GMT -5
Monsieur fell heavily to his side. He knew he was done, but he was not going to die. How could a yearling win to a full grown stallion? Damn dark colt!. He struggled to his feet and began to limp away, his once proud head held low. His emotional pain was far worse than his physical pain that would heal. The disease was kicking in as well. Damn west nile. He passed the mare, not wanting to look her in the eyes. He didn't want to know what pain she would endure from this dark stag. He didn't want her to see his sorrow that he had failed to protect her. He didn't glance at the colt who he was in sight of. He didn't want to think about how the poor soul was to be manipulated by the new dark lord of this land. He pinned his ears and walked into the rushing waves of the ocean. If he drowned, so be it. There was nothing more to live for now.
Calypso saw that the fight was over and trotted back to the mare. He snorted uncertainly and looked at her. He was confused. Why did they fight? Was the big one weak?
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Post by moka on Sept 11, 2007 15:42:27 GMT -5
Aloka Promise Aloka Promise watched on as the heated battle played out before her, she made sure to keep herself between the two stallions and the little colt behind her. He was really starting to grow on her. The battle held her curiosity, but it wasn't really in a mares nature to care much about the fight at hand, the change of the stallion in most herds was simply a change in the breeding rights to the band, in which the mares usually subject to the stallion leading them at the time, except when they have foals, in which some cases the stallion could kill the mares' offspring... but this horse was barely a stallion, so some of those instincts probably wouldn't be kicking in yet, plus he probably wanted to manipulate the foal. Chocolate stained bodice, shifted uneasily at every blow, from both sides. But it ended with Monsieur in the sand, both stallions bloodied and swollen. She snorted and watched the huge draft limp away to the sea, it didn't look like he had a care in the world any-more. She shuddered at the thought of the salt in his wounds, but her attention turned to the colt still on the sands. She raised her dial high, her stance proud. She was still curious about the youngster, which was pretty much over-ruling her actions but her nature was fiery, and under a cruel rule, she would not make it easy... if she wasn't chased out. But there was a faint throbbing under her skin, it felt sort of hot and her muscles shuddered violently making her shake, as if riding her coat of dirt or something. She also felt a tad bit sleepy, but other than that... at the moment, she seemed fine.
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Post by mattiegrl on Sept 11, 2007 17:42:47 GMT -5
Monsieur was seen swimming away. He glanced back to the island. I'm sorry. he said softly, but it was lost in the roar of the ocean. He swam to land on the other side.
Calypso stood at the mare's side, his shoulder pressed against hers, staring at the victorious horse who was only six months older than he. He snorted nervously and kept glancing up to his motherly figure with trembling muscles. He wasn't trembling from fear, but from anticipation. He didn't know what was going to happen next. The air itself was tense. He dare not move from the mare's side. The blood on the ground was frightening. He snorted again.
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Post by corpserotten on Sept 12, 2007 0:32:39 GMT -5
(Just to be nit-picky... Mance would be probably a year older than the colt. He's near two, now. *shrug* Pointless... but... you know.)
The smile remained upon his maw as the draft lost his footing and fell. It really was pure luck he'd won, had the draft not suddenly slipped, Mance was sure he'd be dead or near-so. Seeing the beast leave left him with a burning sensation of satisfaction that further eased the ache of his body. Still, he'd have rather had a monster like that on his side, he'd have made a good warrior. Too light, but one can change. Now that he was gone... he could turn all his direction to home.
Turning around with a slight limp, he looked upon the mare and colt. Now, did he want them on his land? Of course. It would save him from having to find breeding mares later, and now this colt wasn't his... but he could damn well make it close. Mance trotted towards the mare, neck arched out despite his bloodied, beaten form. His still growing in tail was up proudly.
"Are you the only two in these lands?" He asked, sounding almost bored, voice still ringing with pride over his triumph.
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Post by mattiegrl on Sept 12, 2007 13:31:05 GMT -5
Calypso stepped closer to the stallion. He stretched out his nose to take a scent, but didn't touch the stallion. Just like the meeting with the big stag, he moved on the other side of the mare. He watched the taking from around her rump. He was protected, but still there. He fealt bugs buzzing around his pelt, but shiverred them off and beated them with his brush. His small lips were quivering in confusion on the matter. He nickered uncertainly to the mare. What was going on?
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Post by moka on Sept 23, 2007 18:51:27 GMT -5
Aloka Promise Aloka Promise flicked her ears back at the approaching steed, but she was more cautious then angry or afraid. She felt her optics waver slightly then go clear again as the effects of the virus started to take it's effect, she didn't trust herself to move away from the stallion, although she really didn't need to. Her optics flared as the colt reached out his nose to the brute, but was still hiding beside her, he was confused and she didn't really have all her wits about her at the moment.. Yes.She voiced in mock obedience, her hooves planted in the dirt/sand. She focused her attention on the crashing seas. The sky above them seamed fogged and hazy, but with the blinking of her lids they cleared as if a sheet was pulled of of it. She stood still though, preparing herself for what ever this young stallion would dish out. ooc: *chokes* terrible post. lol |
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Post by corpserotten on Oct 19, 2007 21:54:59 GMT -5
Mance smiled for the foal, his nares opening wide to his scent. He nodded in approval, then lifted his neck to raise his head up. Things looked good. His land was empty, save this pair. It meant more work for him, but would leave the selection to be more ideal. Had the large stallion been more cooperative, he'd have been pleased to let him stay. It really was a shame, the brute would have proved a good warrior, and had strong children. Either way, that brute wasn't the only large stallion in the lands.
"Good." With another formal nod to her, he turned to face the sea, watching it with thought. "You will find your life here will be better than you may think." Turning to look at her, he shrugged his withers. "You shall have a mate. Children. Be happy."
He again looked away from her, out to the sea. Thinking of everything he'd need to do. All the horses he'd need to round up and usher away onto the island. Despite his aching body and weariness, he was excited. So young and already a lead. Hopefully no challenges would threaten him and his land anytime soon. Not yet at least.
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