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Valor
don't you ever tame your demons
but always keep them on a leash

             
             

With much thought, he had decided upon where he wanted to call home. A place that had plenty of areas to take cover, to hide away his loved ones if ever needed.

The dragon had traveled a bit since stepping down from being Khal. He had visited the Waste, but would not challenge Syrilth, nor was he too keen on the heat anyway. He still had an alliance with Syrilth and the Lyrus herd that he had full plans on keeping.

He had visited the neighboring herd to the Carinae; the Heretics. Iron Valley had actually been in his first stop in scouting, while he enjoyed how it was nestled in the valley of mountains, it wasn't enough.

That had brought him to his very last stop, Eternal Woods. While he had only flew above and kept near the borders while on land, what he saw was enough to end his decision. However, he wanted this challenge to be different. More professional and not on such a whim as The Viridian Fields had been for him. He didn't want to come swinging in, both guns blazing. Not this time.

This time was going to be well thought out, he was not going to call her to fight in her own land. No. He was going to call upon her in the Colosseum, the proper way to challenge. Or so he was told. That way, it was to be one on one. No one else. No distractions. Just her and himself, fighting it out just as it should be.

Massive cloven hooves slammed upon concrete floors with each step, choosing not to use his cuffs of silence. What was he to care if someone heard him at this point in time? There was no sneaking up on anyone. He wanted those near to hear him coming. It was definitely hard not to.

Ice and fire mismatched snake pupils gazed upon the scattered skulls and other various bones that littered the battle field, nostrils flared as he took in the scents of the dead. Deep cardinal, almost near black smears were everywhere among the floors. Blood. He so effortlessly thought, shrugging it off. This was what this place was built for. Death and destruction.    

Long, thick spiked tail lifted and crashed back down to the concrete; causing a large crack as the rest of the Colosseum shook. Another that contributed to his incredible weight; his tail that was made of pure muscle.

He waited, blinking a few times as he enjoyed the complete silence that surrounded him. It would probably the last time in quite a while that he heard such quiet. Ears swiveled to the back of his head, the sides brushing alongside his horns. Opening his shark mouth just wide enough so his black, lizard tongue could run along his upper lip, before it retreated back into his mouth. Smoke began to billow from his nostrils.

It was time. Enough waiting.

Tossing his skull toward the skies, Valor let out a deep, ravishing battle cry. It came from the depths of his stomach, echoing off the emptiness of the Colosseum.

"Heed my call, Queen of Eternal Woods; choose to respond and you may possibly meet your demise. Ignore it and there will be dire consequences." He growled, flaring out his leather bat-like wings, giving them a good wingbeats before folding them back against his scaled hide.




"Speak." | Thoughts.
             

             
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Valor has challenged for the throne.
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i'm a whisper lost upon wind
i'm the ember that'll burn you down



From the moment she had come into this world, Zuriel had loved Etain more than anything else--not his wife, nor his firstborn son or the Kingdom he ruled. Everything had melted away in those first few moments, the only thing that mattered was her tiny form, the shrill cry that came from her mouth as she drew life's first breath. In those first few fleeting moments, Zuriel had seen greatness in her--and even all the sins she would commit against him, their family and the wounds that still marred his face; he could not bear to utter a hateful word toward her. 

As the call to battle rose high in the sky, the birds went silent. Zuriel had found his daughter, weak and exhausted, in the trunk of her hollow tree that morning. Her belly swollen beyond it's normal size, sweat beading on her dappled skin, her eyes locked onto his--the same silver, the same look, a mirror; Etain was afraid. And for just a moment, Zuriel saw her as that tiny little girl huddling close to her mother the night he lost her. The same fear radiated in her, yet Zuriel couldn't let her see the same emotion was brewing deep in his chest. Instead, the man had planted a gentle kiss upon her head and left her in the care of whomever resided. She pleaded, he could hear her weak voice as he turned his back and made his way to the border.

Father--dad---don't

There was no stopping the elder now, to Zuriel there was only one solution. The world had gone to shit, hadn't it? And even in this small, insignificant way, he could rest assured that Etain and his grandchildren would remain safe. It was a strange feeling, he would admit, as if a weight had been lifted. It had been the lightest Zuriel had felt in years leaving to face the would-be challenger to his daughter. Atlas, he may have been, but the man cast off the world from his shoulders and let it roll into the abyss where it belonged. Dare he even say, a smile had graced his mug as he approached the arena for Zuriel was a man who cared deeply for others--he saw the light in everyone and everything. Would a man not lay down his life for another he loved? 

The one who had called upon his daughter was large, scaly, more like a dragon than an equine. His wings were leathery, devilish, but if he looked to scare the old man with appearance alone he'd be sorely mistaken. Zuriel had seen death, he danced with her on a razor's edge and each time she took a piece of him. He'd seen bloodshed and honor, meaningful sacrifices and senseless killings. He had even seen the rise and fall of empires, even his own--there was little in this world that could take him by surprise. 

With a limp in his hind leg, the old once-king made his way to the center of the dusty arena. His single eye gazed at Valor in his entirety; he was everything Zuriel had once feared. A winged flame, one that could burn holds to the ground. Quietly, he shakes his head and reveals the scars that mark him and the white-dead eye that made him blind to one side. 

"Clearly you have no honor in what you seek," he begins, the deep tones of his voice soft yet no less dangerous. The smile he had worn hours before had melted into a scowl so that the burns and scars wrinkled his expression. "To challenge a pregnant woman is detestable." 

There is a beat of silence, and the man draws a deep breath. His eyes close in a blink, mind reeling back to memory upon memory. This is where he needed to be, between death and that what he loved. "I accept your challenge in my daughter's place." he begins, "Let us make this final; the one who bends a knee shall perish by the hands of the victor." silver eyes squint at the dragon, and all regret is gone from him. "If you are so confident, then death should be nothing you fear."

After all, would a father not lay down his life for his daughter?




Word Count: 865 | Tagged: Valor | OOC: Permission to use code from Soupi


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Valor
don't you ever tame your demons
but always keep them on a leash

             
             

Thoughts raced about in his mind as the time ticked on by.

What if I lose? What if something happens to Arête? What if... No. He shook the unpleasant thoughts from his mind. It was to win or death, no in between. He refused to go back to his Khaleesi defeated. Nothing was going to happen to her, either. He left his two trusted Kos by her side and he knew she was very capable herself, if something were to happen to him.

More time passed and his thoughts were about to drive him to be a crazed lunatic, he had almost paced a low spot into the concrete. His nerves were pulsating in anticipation; this wasn't just for himself. It wasn't even slightly for himself.

It was all for Arête - and their baby. Orbs closed at the thought of the two.

A dull ache throbbed in his chest, grasping at his beating heart. Those two were the only things that mattered to him at that point in time. They were the foremost thoughts plaguing his troubled mind and the only ones he continued to breathe for.

The faint sound of hooves dragging along the stained ground echoed through his ears, he picked his skull up to turn in the direction they rose from. Snake pupils rested on an elder, who most certainly was not the Queen he had called upon.

The male who came to his battle call was much smaller than he; weighed far less. Yet his body was scarred and ragged just like his own. He inventoried his opponent, noting the limb that hinted at an old injury – and potential weakness, he saw the ivory blindness in his right eye and noticed the burns.

Is this some sort of joke? The question of why the dusty bay had even appeared. Was he responding to his battle cry? For what reason? Was the Queen not capable of defending her precious title herself? Valor was full of questions.

Remaining where he stood, he eyed the brute that stepped forward. He spoke of honor and how Valor lacked such, as well as he was fighting in his pregnant daughter's place. That would explain why he was there and not she. Pregnant? A strong ping of guilt struck him. She was with child, like his Khaleesi, and he was challenging to take her very home from her. Her sanctuary. Nostrils flared as smoke billowed out. He was very conflicted, frustration boiled within. He vowed to himself to allow his opponent's daughter to remain when he over took The Woods - he just couldn't back down. The future and well-being of his family depended on this very decision.

He dismissed the male's words, as the reasoning behind his challenge was unknown to the father of the Queen.

Arête and your baby. That was all. Keep your mind clear. Your end goal is all that matters.

Orbs shut for a brief moment, ears keeping guard of the male. The flashes of his beloved's smiling face and her rounded belly play in his mind; flickers of happier times. Then a charge of coldness washed over him as Sevastos' voice echoed throughout his ears and Arête's screams... oh God, her screams.

More words from the brute - he listened only halfheartedly, his blood blistering with the echoes of her screams in his mind. A flash of pure rage flooded over him and as silence fell upon them; the battle had begun. It was time to get this over with.

Without warning, fire exploded from his nostrils - shark mouth opened wide as the dragon lunged toward the bay, head aimed low, chin to his chest. With his cloak of speed, the beast sped at his opponent. Line of horns aimed to collide with his throat and chest, possibly trampling him all together. Sharp cloven hooves ready to tear flesh should he fall. As he passed, Valor made it a point to lash out with his massive, spiked tail hoping to make contact somewhere on the male.

The screams of Arête in absolute terror playing over and over in his mind.




"Speak." | Thoughts.
             

             
OOC | Zuriel |

1/1 full dodges.
5/5 partial dodges.

ATTACKS | Charges toward Zuriel, attempting to maim his neck / chest with his ridge of horns on his nose, along with attempting to straight up trample him, hoping to make contact with his spiked tail on the way through.  

INJURIES |





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i'm a whisper lost upon wind
i'm the ember that'll burn you down



Fire....of course it had to be fire. 

The blaze came at him with a roar--and in those few moments Zuriel's breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened, a shiver of fear crept along his spine. It was as if he had become an innocent child for a brief moment in time, staring out at the destruction of his own village. In the flames danced the death of his parents, the night his daughter had burned his kingdom to the ground, and finally; the dragon-fire that devoured the wood at the behest of the heretic Queen. It is shattered by the shadow of the beast bursting through the mirage, giving the elder mere moments to react. In his folly, Zuriel's shoulder is caught by the twisted, crude horns of Valor as a deep gash is torn in his galaxy painted flesh. A grimace, a yell of pain, but it's soon cut off as the beast's tail silences the man. 

The world goes spinning, the ground hits him hard as he lands on his left leaving the blind eye skyward. A chunk of ear is gone now, blood runs down the scars in little wrinkles of pinkish-red flesh only to spill to the dry earth below him. Zuriel feels his chest heave, body wracked with pain adrenaline had yet to dull. He has yet to assess the damage with sight, but he feels the cool air inwardly and knows there have been tatters and tears added to his already marred hide. The life-liquid seeps mercilessly from an abrasion on his powerful chest, another somewhere on his back--a spike on the dragon's tail no doubt caught him as he went spiraling. 

Zuriel takes a moment before slowly dragging his body back to all four legs. Knees shake, he breaths in wheezing huffs as blood drips from his mouth. His silver eye catches the form of Valor, and an amused smirk pulls back on the right corner of his lips. Had he been gifted with hands, a fist would wipe the blood from his chin. 

"I'm getting too old for this," he muses to himself, before addressing the other. "I have seen this kind of feral rage before." He speaks, taking advantage of the lull between attacks. "It once lived in me, a very long time ago. Whatever it is that troubles you, do not let it consume you--it doesn't have to be this way."

A deep cough cuts him off for a moment, but Zuriel persists; "I know what it is like to feel anger; I have lost, I have loved, I watched my family grow and then die off at the hands of another. I watched my own kingdom burn as I lay helpless." In his soul, the man has an inkling his words fall on deaf ears--but what harm was there in trying? He had always been a talker. "Going down that path--the path of anger, of hate, even when driven by the purest of intentions will only lead to you being hurt."

A soft smile graced the man's face, for just a moment as a light hearted chuckle mingled with a cough. "Take it from an old man who was too naive to see it in his prime." But the smile faded from him, and the adrenaline spread through his veins like addictive poison. What was he doing? This was a fight was it not? For a split second he can recall a challenge upon the fire-mountain, he had been lucky his words had been enough. He was a fool, wasn't he? Trying to talk down nothing more than an angry animal. An animal, he might add, that could very well be the end of his life. The gods above only knew what would befall his child and her children if he fell here to this bloodthirsty drake. 

Old habits died hard it seemed.  

The heart in his chest beat wildly against his insides as the muscles in the old man's body pulled taut against his baroque frame. Like a tightly coiled bow, Zuriel burst forward with the force of a well shaped arrow--the ground beneath him was devoured by his pale colored hooves in a voracious spurt of energy. The dust and dirt clouded the trail behind him, and Zuriel came at the beast  from the side. 

Moments before he made contact, the image of what he wanted formed in the back of his mind; the wing, it had to be the weakest part about him. Elegant, terrifying,  their bones could break just as easily as any other. A crippled dragon was a dead dragon and Zuriel could cross one more thing off his mile-long bucket list. The bones in his body creak and ache with the exertion of a yell that escapes from deep within; Zuriel finds himself barreling down upon the drake, composing himself to use all the force he had to drive this beast to the walls of the arena. Shoulder to shoulder, he tries with all the power pulled from his past transgressions to pin the horned creature.. The yell rises to a deep chested scream; his right hind leg shaking with the weight, the wounds sustained from the beast burned and bled with the same intensity as a white-hot burn from an uncontrollable blaze.  He muffles his pain-riddled cry by seeking to sink his teeth into the wing, just above its connection to the body where the knobby joint resided. 

He knows not if the bite landed, or if any damage had been done; but Zuriel's will is stronger than his strength. Failure in this would not be an option; this was to be his last gift to a daughter who'd wronged him. Etain, how he wished she knew how much he loved her--how much he had wanted to hold her tight and say those two words; 

I forgive you.

Zuriel only wished he had been brave enough to say it. 





Word Count: 987 | Tagged: Valor | OOC: Permission to use code from Soupi

0/3 partial dodge
0/1 full dodge
Damage: Gashes along his chest, his face and  his back; he was struck with the nose-horns and the tail. It sent him spinning to the ground. Severely bruised muscle in his left shoulder. The gashes will leave deep scars long after the battle has concluded.
Attack: He charges at Valor from the side, hoping to use his momentum to pin him to the wall of the arena; Zuriel then attempted to bite at the joint closest to the shoulder on his wing, doing whatever damage he could to it. 



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Valor
don't you ever tame your demons
but always keep them on a leash

             
             

The horrific scene played in his mind like a movie on a large projection screen; Arête lay where she had collapsed on the ice block she had created in an attempt to escape. Smack dab in the middle of the lake that was in Carinae. His Khaleesi had discovered a new magic she possessed but alas, that had been the last thing on his mind.

All he could remember seeing was the blood and how it trickled off the ice into the body of water; tainting it a light red. His beloved's blood. Her gasping for air. Her pleading with the Gods to keep her unborn child alive. It was a sight that haunted Valor's mind from that day on. He had almost lost them both. It was vital to never allow that to happen again. His sanity counted on it.

While the dragon still lived and breathed, no harm would come to his family.

The amount of fear that had briefly washed over his opponent's face at the sight of his flames was fascinating, he made a quick mental note prior to attacking. It could prove useful in the future, if the battle came down to it. While Valor strongly preferred physical destruction, a play on the bay's mental health could give him a hand.

Echoes of his love's screams rung throughout his skull, playing tag with Sevastos' foul laughter.

The mere pressure upon his forehead down the ridge of his nose as he collided, hinted to him that his mark had been successful, the warm plasma trickled down the points of his horns, down the middle of his face. The dragon's mug appeared as if someone had violently waved a paintbrush dipped in red paint at him. Long, black lizard tongue slithered from the shark mouth and upward; tasting his opponent's blood.

How exquisite.

It was tradition in a battle, you had to taste the blood of your contender. It was believed to give insight into their hopes and fears. What Valor's father had taught him all through his childhood was to only leave a battle bathed in the other's gore. You were to drink from the jugular, soaking in their soul. Therefore gaining further strength and knowledge. It was said that was what fueled their evolution.

Sounds of something solid meeting the floor of the Colosseum met his ears, the majority of his attack had been successful it seemed as the blood beast assessed the outcome. The elder had caused a cloud of dust to form in the air surrounding him the moment he fell, but he was able to keep visual of his contestant. The outward cry of the male hadn't been acknowledged through Valor's fit of rage, which had been silenced by his tail in the end just had he hoped it would.

Let the bodies hit the floor.

They had been graced with a dry afternoon; nothing but crusted blood and dust from previous battles sprawled out over the flooring. Although the cooler season brought in a frigid breeze, it was refreshing to the gladiator. It brought a sharp sting to his scorched throat with every inhale, a jab at his adrenaline that begged to be released.

Dragon took a pause, allowing the cripple to raise to all fours before launching another attack. He took the moment to take in the damage he had done, pupils focused on the blood dripping from his wounds. Had his father played a part in this fight - he would never have let the bay get up. His father would have finished the man where he lay, cackling the entire way. That was where Valor was different. He had honor and integrity, regardless of the poor thoughts he acquired from others.

Snake orbs bounced from the man's wounds up to his mask, ears listening to the words, yet remaining alert. He stood sideways, his left side open to the elder, with his right side aimed to the wall. Muscular neck craned to stare at him as he spoke, nares flared lightly. The father of the Queen talked of the rage Valor held. It was entirely true, he held mounds upon mounds. Rage toward Sevastos' for storming into his lands and assaulting his Khaleesi, at himself for allowing such a thing to happen, and ultimately, the most was aimed toward the never-ending conflict inside himself.

However, this frenzy that was present now was far different than when he had challenged for the Carinae throne. That had been bottled up hostility from years of hatred that he unleashed upon Amapola. He wished the elder had witnessed that, curious as to what he would say of it. In truth, Valor was an incredibly forceful being. It was the only way he knew how to gain the things he desired.

Fight and you shall prevail.

Shaking his blood riddled skull of his own thoughts, nares flared again as smoke billowed. "Enough talk, old man. You know nothing of my cause." He spat, taking a sharp cloven hoof and pawing at the dirt beneath. The muscles among his shoulder and limb rippled under heavily scaled hide. His tail flicking to and fro like a cat ready to pounce. He was growing restless of the pause.

As if the male had read his mind, he suddenly lurched forward, gaining speed quickly. The thought of fleeing had clouded his already chaotic mind, but before he could bring his thick limbs to budge, a brute force had slammed into him. The contact had knocked the very breath from his lungs, his underestimating of the elder caught him by surprise. The dragon had to act quick, orbs taking in the scene before him. Feeling the wall colliding with his other side, he could see the male had intended to pin him and succeeded.

Nares flared to their entirety now, the smoke began to flow out like a steam locomotive; Valor began throwing all two thousand five hundred pounds back at his rival, protesting his shove. Right limbs locked in place to brace against the bay as he rocked his weight toward him and away from the wall. For a brief moment, his attention had purely been on parting from the solid wall, until he caught on that wasn't his opponent's only goal.

You crafty bastard.

It was happening far too quickly to form actual words, but his mind quickly hissed the thought as Valor shifted his weight so the jaws of the male only caught the edge of where his wing attached and his teeth dug into the dragon's bulky shoulder, peeling back a layer of scaled hide. A white-hot sensation pulsated throughout his body, but he bit the pain back and shoved it deep down. Ears pinned to his skull, he craned his neck and reached out, shark mouth wide open as he went for the elder's jugular; aiming to tear it straight open.

Large leather wings flared upward; left wing talon possibly clawing the contender's good eye as it did so. Spiked tail swayed, gaining momentum as he aimed to connect with his rear limbs; calling upon the old injury the male had. The endeavor was to knock him off balance. He repeated the attack with his tail multiple times, quick and hard. The beast kept his full attention on taking down his opponent, though he could feel a decent flow of warm plasma pour down his front limb from his shoulder, aching all the while. With a fast assessment of himself, with his wings flared above him, a tinge of soreness was felt in his right wing from when it met the wall.


Succeed or death.




"Speak." | Thoughts.
             

             
 
OOC | Zuriel |

2/3 posts.
1/1 full dodges.
4/5 partial dodges.

ATTACKS | - Charges toward Zuriel, attempting to maim his neck / chest with his ridge of horns on his nose, along with attempting to straight up trample him, hoping to make contact with his spiked tail on the way through. 

- Lays all of his weight back against Zuriel, left wing talon reaches for his good eye to damage it, shark teeth goes to rip into his jugular as his spiked tail pummels his rear limbs / hindquarter repeatedly.

INJURIES | Zuriel's bite was redirected to his shoulder, tearing off a large hunk of scaled hide which revealed bloody flesh, causing blood to flow from the wound down his front left limb. Also causing intense aching from said shoulder. Right wing was bruised and sore from taking the slam into the wall.



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i'm a whisper lost upon wind
i'm the ember that'll burn you down



The last time Zuriel had entered an arena, it had been to die. 

The hope he had once harbored was nothing but a fleeting devious wisp, always out of his reach, always slipping trough his fingers like time. He still remembers the lass's face, the razor teeth that eviscerated his skin and nearly killed him. It was the lowest he had ever been; Zuriel had thought he was ready to die. Yet fate intervened, he was spared by the graciousness of a stranger. 

But here, in these moments as Valor had pushed back with all his behemoth weight, Zuriel knew his chances had likely come to an end. This fight was more than just two bodies tearing away at one another; this was a battle for hope. The hope that should he die here at the hands of Valor, he had given his family enough time to flee the Wood. Hope that, should he win, Etain would know the love he harbored for her, that he forgave the transgressions that haunted her. Hope that his grandchildren would live to be as old as time would allow. 

And it is here, in the space between rage and serenity, that Zuriel finds his strength. Though he is not quick enough to avoid the claw all together, it strikes below his eye and swiftly he jerks away only to feel a sharp pain in the tender underside of his neck. A gasp, then a yell; Valor had taken advantage of the blind eye. Yet it doesn't make the man stop and beg for mercy. Zuriel musters the strength to tear away from the beast, a chunk of flesh grotesquely ripped from his once pristine hide. As he flees from the drake, the spines of the beast's tail catch his legs and eviscerate the skin from them with little effort.

Zuriel knows disengaging is risky, yet he cannot take the chances of another bite from the mighty jaws of Valor. Though he moves to put space between them, the rhythm of his run is flawed; the left leg that bore injury from long ago wanted to rebel against its master. But Zuriel persisted, and the man wracked his mind for another place to strike. The tail, he could take a few spikes from there. Mentally he shook the thought away. No, the tail was not drastic enough; Valor did not come across as vain like some of the challengers he'd faced in his time. The dragon seemed more the type to wear his wounds and scars as trophies. As he circles back around, Zuriel's single silver eye locks onto the form of the drake. It's eclipsed in a daring glare, and suddenly the man wills his legs to take flight like never before. He is a bullet shot from a freshly loaded gun, speeding toward a target with the intent to kill. 

He barrels down upon the dragon with great force, feigning to strike with teeth at one of the many horns along the ridge of his nose. But, just before these two bodies collide, Zuriel changes his trajectory . He moves past the beast, dare he say almost brushing his shoulder against Valor's, before demanding his body to a halt. The weight he has is thrown forward, hind legs lifting into the air to strike like sharpened swords in hopes of catching the brute's jaw in its wake. He cannot tell if his strike landed, though his legs return to the earth and he stumbles from the sudden weight. Zuriel curses under his breath, telling himself to keep moving--he had to keep moving, for a target that was stationary was far too easy prey. 

Air rushes past his nose as he formulates what to do next. Leaving the side of Valor, his neck extends to try and grasp one of the many spikes along the dragon's tail. The teeth laden in pink gums clamp shut, though unknown to him if it's the target he seeks or simply air; Zuriel closes his eyes tight and pulls as he passes, hoping to free whatever souvenir he can. Let it be known, win or lose, that the once-king had fought a beast as ferocious as this and took a piece of it with him. 

As he puts space between the challenger and himself, Zuriel can't help but feel a smile tug at the corners of his lips. It was funny how his life had become nothing but loops and circles, coming together in one larger symphony. The last time he had been in arena, it had been to die a coward. This time, however, he was going to die as something greater. Here, as he neared the finish line at the end of all things, Zuriel felt at peace. 

 





Word Count: 793 | Tagged: Valor | OOC: Permission to use code from Soupi

2/3 partial dodge
0/1 full dodge
Damage: Gashes along his chest, his face and  his back; he was struck with the nose-horns and the tail. It sent him spinning to the ground. Severely bruised muscle in his left shoulder. The gashes will leave deep scars long after the battle has concluded.

Valor's bite hit just below his jugular, tearing out a nice chunk of flesh. The claw struck him below the eye, and the tail tore at his hind legs giving him several deep gashes. The eye will swell if not completely shut. 

Attack: He charges at Valor from the side, hoping to use his momentum to pin him to the wall of the arena; Zuriel then attempted to bite at the joint closest to the shoulder on his wing, doing whatever damage he could to it. 

He darts away then charges Valor as if he is about to run into him but changes his course to run past; abruptly stops and kicks, hoping to hit Valor's jaw and break/damage it. As he continued in his movement, Zuriel attempted to reach out and rip off one of the tail spikes with his teeth. 



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Valor
don't you ever tame your demons
but always keep them on a leash

             
             



The ache that took up residence in the dragon’s chest was great, but it was not a physical one rather an emotional pain. It was for the man who he fought against. The man that was so honorably laying his life down for his daughter and his grandchild. If this had been a battle fueled by a different cause, he would have found it within his heart to forfeit. The attack on his Khaleesi had gravely changed his entire outlook on everything. Life was far too precious and fragile, a split second and anything could change if willed to. Before he had been a powerful wrath of destruction, mowing down anyone and everything in his path without a single care.

That was definitely not the case anymore.

A bellow of sheer pain met his ears, making them ring in reaction. The yell had only hinted the beast met his mark, a chunk of flesh sat in his mouth with sharp teeth sunk into it confirming the hit. Steamy plasma seeped down his jaw, his mouth full of the liquid iron. With a quick throw back of his skull, Valor downed the chunk of flesh he had ripped from the elder, feeling it slide down his neck and hitting his stomach. Lengthy lizard tongue slithered from his mouth and licked along his lips, savoring the flavor of his opponent.

Lids automatically closed briefly in pleasure but he forced them to open quickly to allow him to focus on the bay. Following the movements of the elder, he made note that his tail had caused a bit of damage to his hind limbs, also observing the hitch in his lope from the old injury. The burning sensation from his shoulder played chaos with his nerves, sending an enormous amount of pain waves to his brain, in which he shook his horned skull in response. He ignored the warnings the shoulder gave him, remaining honed in on his target.

He could only imagine the amount of new blood the duo had added to the Colosseum's collection, but he knew better than to look. Taking visual off of your opponent was a massive no-no. That was a death sentence.

The stallion charged him again, gaining an impressive amount of speed despite the injuries to his legs and the gap between them narrowed quickly. Although it seemed as if he was about to go for the face, bared shark teeth were denied flesh as his opponent passed him. The shoulder of the bay brushed against his own bloody shoulder, which caused a quick groan to sound from the dragon. Like sand paper over a fresh wound.

Without a single thought and instincts taking over, Valor ducked his chin closer to his chest and angled his skull to the left. Within seconds the impact told him why the gladiator in him told him to form the way he had. A torque-packed kick sent the elder's hooves crashing into the base of the thick, massive horns that sprouted from the top of his head, in between his ears. With swift thinking, he jerked his head up in attempt to catch the male's limb on one of his horns along his nose, in hopes to further damage one of his rear legs.

Immediately his head began to throb, vision became blurred and the signs of being lightheaded set in. A quick shake told him his horn were not broken, as his skull had absorbed some of the impact. Lids blinked rapidly, begging for his eyesight to focus. With trying to collect himself, an excruciating amount of pain pulsating from his tail caused a jerk-reaction as he batted his tail to the left, a subconscious attempt to send the remaining spikes toward his candidate's under belly and groin area, if impact was successful it would cause deep puncture wounds.

After another shake of his head, his vision began to refocus, yet the throbbing still stayed. Looking upon where the intense pain was felt, a puddle of blood formed in the dirt beneath him, although smeared and mixed by the movements of his tail. Blood stains down the side of his train, a black bone spike had been torn from his flesh. A short fuse was lit and exploded, ears pinned back as he looked up at his opponent, nostrils flared and smoked billowed again.

Turning himself around to now face the bay, he rolled his shoulders, wings still sprawled upward, he arched his neck back and bellowed the loudest, angriest, most ferocious roar Valor had ever mustered. Sparks of fire had bounced around in his throat while doing so. The protest had lasted a few moments before he arched his neck once more and stared his rival down. It was his turn to charge.

Muscles flexed as the dragon lurched forward into a full forced run toward the scarred male, as if he was going to blatantly plow into him, only to push off from the ground and spread his wings; taking flight. Although he had observed the limited amount of space he had to take this challenge to an aerial attack prior to summoning the leader of Crucis, it was enough for what he wanted to do. Leather wings spread to their max, circling the Colosseum's marble ceilings, his limbs tucked into his under side, tail scraped against the ceiling. Two laps around the circular roof, positioning himself just behind the male, twirling himself into a swift landing, limbs outstretched now.

Cloven hooves reached out to land on his target's hindquarters, sharp daggers looking to dig into flesh; if he made his mark, feet dragged up his back, pushing off with the muscular mass of his limbs, giving his wings a few beats to take flight again briefly, just to land a few paces in front of the elder. Valor whipped his massive body around to face his opponent. His vision blurred for a moment, but with a few blinks it was clear again.

Before he allowed another moment to pass, Valor lurched once more into a full gallop, hooves digging into the dry soil, bloody tail dragged behind him. With the exhaustion of the muscles that held his wings up, he had allowed them to tuck close to his hide as he sped at the bay like a ball of fire shot from a catapult. Tensing his haunches, he came to a skidding halt just before his opposition; front limbs moved upward in attempt to lock around his lower neck as the dragon lowered his skull and twisted it to the right; sharp teeth aiming a final strike to his jugular.

This was not how Valor wanted this to end. A death match wasn't what he had wanted, but in the name of Arête and their unborn child, it was what it came to be.




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OOC | Zuriel | just an fyi - sound the bugle was definitely playing during this. -wails-

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3/5 partial dodges.

ATTACKS | - Charges toward Zuriel, attempting to maim his neck / chest with his ridge of horns on his nose, along with attempting to straight up trample him, hoping to make contact with his spiked tail on the way through. 

- Lays all of his weight back against Zuriel, left wing talon reaches for his good eye to damage it, shark teeth goes to rip into his jugular as his spiked tail pummels his rear limbs / hindquarter repeatedly.

- Horns down the ridge of his nose aims to tear into a back limb that kicked out, with a jerk-reaction from his tail as Zuriel ripped the spike out his tail aimed to slash him in the under belly / groin area. Aerial attack leads to Valor attempting to land on the back of him, cloven hooves looking to dig into the flesh of his hindquarters and back, as well as possibly bringing him to his knees as he pushes off from Zuriel's back with his weight. Once again goes for his jugular with shark teeth as Valor's front limbs try to wrap around the base of his neck in attempt to drag him to the ground just by his weight.

INJURIES | - Zuriel's bite was redirected to his shoulder, tearing off a large hunk of scaled hide which revealed bloody flesh, causing blood to flow from the wound down his front left limb. Also causing intense aching from said shoulder. Right wing was bruised and sore from taking the slam into the wall.

- Possible concussion from Zuriel's kick. Terrible pain from his tail along with quite a bit of bleeding; flesh protruding, it hurts to move it. 



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the truth in my lies
now are falling like the rain



There was this old saying that the only way to know your enemy was to fight them. 

Between each strike, each blow to the ego of another being, there is a story waiting to be told. Behind the masks and the arrogance, the pride, the fear; at the core was a person. Monsters were not born, they were made. Evil and good were nothing but man-made machinations to spread hate and war. It had taken years for Zuriel to understand this, and, as a younger man he would have scoffed at the idea. This is why, despite everything that had begun to unfold before him, he held no hatred toward Valor.  Zuriel only hoped Etain would not be rash in her decisions when all had concluded. 

The spikes of Valor’s tail hit him in the underside, and a grimace is carved into his twisted visage. He feels them sink into the tender scar tissue given to him by the last person he fought--damn, if only he could remember her name--and his leg dared to lock up. For a moment he stumbles but manages to keep himself on all fours. He can hear the huff of the beast, taste the sweet of such a small victory of tearing off a spike; But Zuriel didn’t dwell on it. He strives to keep moving, he has too--if the man stopped he knew there would be no starting back up again. Zuriel felt memories creep into the back of his skull, blotchy vision hardly a help in such a situation. They say when you’re about to die, you relive your life in flashes.He recalls suddenly, a long lost memory; his mother, how he hated to admit he spent most of his life unable to remember her face. Now he could, he could see her as bright as day. 

The cold stays at bay, fleeting, far. He snuggles close to the older mare, content and unafraid of the dark. Innocent, pure, uncorrupted. There is perfection. She smiles at him as only a mother can, tucking locks of foalish hair behind a white-capped ear. Her face is his face, markings and all. 

There is a pain in his chest for a moment but it passes and Zuriel is once more left with a wave of peace. A single silver eye watches the beast take flight, the sky still cloudless and dry. Valor circles like a vulture sent here from death herself, waiting for the moment that Zuriel could no longer stand. His eye squints, and he wills his legs to attempted to move faster in a zig-zag line. Dart to the left, then back to the right, hoping to make it harder for the beast’s inevitable attack to land. Valor’s shadow passes over him once, and Zuriel felt his breath hitch with his heart in his throat. Another memory comes crashing in;

They came like shadow, sweeping like a low hung fog, poison to the earth. Burning, things are burning everywhere. Mommy, daddy, where are you? Where did you go? Someone! Help! Fire, death, so many melting into nothing in the snow….

A tear dared to swell in the ducts of his silver eye, but Zuriel lets himself be at peace. He had been a child, a mere babe. He hears, for the briefest of moments, his wife’s voice in the back of his mind; Love, it wasn’t your fault. The sadness is there, he accepts it. The blame could not rest on the shoulders of a child who did not know how to process such a traumatic event. There is a rekindling of the fire thats dying in his soul. Zuriel tucks his head to his chest and forces his body to pick up the pace, breath leaving his body in heavy heaves. A moment of deafening silence rings in his ears when the impact comes in the form of the dragon’s weight upon his back. The moment he feels the first hoof touch him, Zuriel musters his strength in a yell and feels himself dart to the left. His legs stagger again, hind leg locking to cause him to fall finally. The earth comes crashing hard, perhaps even harder than the first time he crashed into the dirt here. His mind rattles against his skull, a dull ache seeping between the cracks. A sudden longing for the touch of his wife tugs at his heartstrings; Delilah had the most tender touch, cool like the rains of spring. 

He sees her for the first time in this dim light, her blue color untouched by the diluted colors of the bleak streets of Stormhold. She was beautiful, a walking painting, something as delicate as she could not possibly exist. Her smile took the breath from his lungs. Her touch brought his heart to an erratic pounding, bringing him to his knees. 

Zuriel hears her in his head, the delightful giggle that made him feel like his head got lost in the clouds. Get up she was saying. Get up Zuriel, you’re not finished yet. He lifts his head with a grunt just in time to see Valor coming at him like a runaway train. Silver and white widen, and he jumps to his feet at the last possible second. But Zuriel feels the tiredness now, like a brick wall he struck at a high speed. Count it as luck, he dodged the attack fully at the cost of crashing back into the dusty ground. A cough rings out from his lungs, and he felt as if he couldn’t breathe for a moment. 

It returns soon enough, allowing him to regain a footing. Slowly he pulls himself up off the ground. Blood, dirt, saliva; it all covers him like a second skin now. He looked like a bear had mauled him, flesh hanging off tears and abrasions in grotesque chunks. His skin shivered in pain, in adrenaline, in anticipation of the outcome. Zuriel forces himself to breathe deep, allowing the air stained with a metallic taste to enter and exit his body. Despite it’s acrid smell, it brings the stabilization he craves. One foot, then another, he begins to move again ignoring the screaming muscles and torn ligaments. His body was on fire again, he felt it on the inside spreading over every joint, every crease in his body, every bone. Zuriel’s body has a mind of it’s own, suddenly picking up speed with his silver eye locked onto the body of Valor. The fire that burned in the molten silvery orb was unlike any before; it was a father defending his daughter, a husband protecting his family.

I’m pregnant--ringing in the room, heavy, frightening, the words bounce to him and back to her. Tears, happiness, delightful and scared. Her belly, her happiness, her smile. Necessary pain, a boy. Their first. He’s blue like she is, markings like his. There was so much of his mother in him. 

He was at a full run now, uneven gallop nothing but a give away of his approach. Zuriel’s mouth was open, a shout--no a deep chested scream bellowed out from somewhere deep within. A wave of new adrenaline, a last ditch effort from his body perhaps, washed over him. It jolted him  back to life, brought him to the present while keeping him in the past, predicting--knowing the future for himself. He comes crashing upon the beast who dared threaten the very thing he loved; Zuriel angles himself to come at Valor from the side, neck outstretched and teeth bared as he diverted to a last resort. He feels his jaw clamp shut, attempting to gain a mouthful of tender neck, scales and all, as he felt himself fall to the earth. Perhaps with some luck, his bite would have landed and the weight of his clumsy fall would tear a significant chunk of flesh from the beast. Zuriel hit the ground once more, rolling away from the beast to try and avoid some sort of retaliation. He finds himself back up on his legs again, though his hind one drags with his shaky movement. His sides are heaving with each breath, and Zuriel can only walk to create distance. 

She was born with a twin, but she had more of him than any. Silver gazed at silver, a mirror in her childish smile. Daddy teach me to fight! Daddy come walk with me! Can we walk to the market? Will we get to see brother train today? Daddy, do you ever get scared? Hero worship in young eyes, nothing can touch her idol. She doesn’t know the darkness in him, she can’t know.  

He feels the struggle now, the body he inhabited falling apart at the seems. Blood seeped mercilessly from his wounds now, little red rivers to streak down his dusty hide. Zuriel forces his head to stand high, like it had the day the crown passed to him. The old man would not allow the beast to take the last shred of dignity he held. 

Heavy is the head that bears a crown; children are hard yet a hold is harder. His family was hundreds now, not just a handful. Atlas, he became atlas, the world on his shoulders bearing him down.

Zuriel keeps moving, yet has nothing left to give. He cannot find the energy to attack once more, instead focusing on putting distance between him and the drake. Curse the man for caring, even for Valor. There had to have been a reason for all of this, nothing happened without a cause. He tastes bile on his tongue as a picture of Cher comes into focus. The tragedy Queen, the heartless woman who tore it all away. 

It was history repeating; fire, destruction, chaos. It swept in like a flooded river overflowing its soggy banks. They came, they destroyed, they left. Delilah’s shrill cries, the sinking feeling in his chest; gone, shes gone! Anael! Etain! Where are you? Where are you?!

He closes his eyes and stops moving. A tear streaks down his tattered face, but the sadness passes. The demons are turned to angels, no longer weighing him down. Lifted, he feels lifted after it all. Zuriel struggles to keep himself on all four, leaning forward to use the crumbling arena walls as support. He turns his head to face the beast, who nary took a scratch it seemed, fire burning like a star in the cosmos. 



 





Word Count: 1734 | Tagged: Valor | OOC: Permission to use code from Soupi

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Damage: Gashes along his chest, his face and  his back; he was struck with the nose-horns and the tail. It sent him spinning to the ground. Severely bruised muscle in his left shoulder. The gashes will leave deep scars long after the battle has concluded.

Valor's bite hit just below his jugular, tearing out a nice chunk of flesh. The claw struck him below the eye, and the tail tore at his hind legs giving him several deep gashes. The eye will swell if not completely shut. 

Valor's weight caused him to crumble, he gets a deep gouge from his hooves on his back. He's torn ligaments in his fall, leg joints will likely swell. His derpy leg will likely never be able to be used at full force again. Heavy blood loss will cause long lasting consequence if not fatal ones. 

Attack: He charges at Valor from the side, hoping to use his momentum to pin him to the wall of the arena; Zuriel then attempted to bite at the joint closest to the shoulder on his wing, doing whatever damage he could to it. 

He darts away then charges Valor as if he is about to run into him but changes his course to run past; abruptly stops and kicks, hoping to hit Valor's jaw and break/damage it. As he continued in his movement, Zuriel attempted to reach out and rip off one of the tail spikes with his teeth. 

He runs at him in a last ditch effort to try and wound valor in a major way. He sought to bite his neck/jugular and tear out a huge chunk of flesh there. 



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VALOR vs. ZURIEL

THE RESULTS ARE IN!

The judges of this toughest challenge yet here on LTTS were as follows and in no specific order:
Karma, Randalin, and Camy.


Valor:
General Roleplaying - 4/5 star
Slight powerplay with wording regarding position for aerial attack and generally accurate movements overall for a horse his size.

Battle Technique - 4.5/5 stars
A realistic fight that did not solely rely on his bulk.

Creativity - 4.5/5 stars
Great move variety! Almost a bit too much tail use but the other attacks make up for it. More environment usage would be nice in the future.

Readability - 4/5 stars
No glaring issues found, writing was enjoyable but a deeper look into his mindset beyond Arête would be welcome.

Overall - 4/5 stars
Environmental aids and more involved motivations will be helpful for future writing, but overall enjoyable.

Total - 21/25 stars

Zuriel:
General Roleplaying - 4/5 stars
Free of powerplay, etc. and mostly accurate for his health with the exception of his limp. It was difficult to believe how successfully he managed to charge Valor right before the aerial attack because of the extensive blood loss and gashes to his legs.

Battle Technique - 4/5 stars
General realism very nicely accomplished, attacks and dodges are great, again with the exception of his pre-existing limp.

Creativity - 4/5 stars
Excellent use of the environment (Colosseum walls) to pin Valor but otherwise attacks seemed repetitive.

Readability - 4.5/5 stars
Amazing writing, you gripped the heartstrings and kept tugging at them but it also started to detract from the actual fight toward the end.

Overall - 4/5 stars
Going forward attack variety and a little more realism in terms of the effects his injuries play on his actions will be helpful.

Total - 20.5/25 stars





Valor
General Roleplaying - 4/5 stars
There is one bit of powerplaying by your wording that I don't think you meant but it read by saying you positioned yourself behind Zuriel instead of "attempting".  Other than that, you did lovely with his why he's fighting for Arete.

Battle Technique - 3/5 stars
At one point I think you added a bit too much attacking with his tail.  While we all want to get a hit in in these, too many can get overwhelming.  There is another area where he was hit harshly on the head.  An attack like that isn't going to just go away after making his eyesight blurred by just shaking his head.  It would take a while to regain it.  The rest of your attacks, dodges, and taking on the attacks was very well done though.

Creativity - 4/5 stars
You used everything of his arsenal, including those wings and tail!  A bit more environment use would be nice to have.

Readability - 4/5 stars
The mention of Arete felt pretty repetitive after a while.  Focus on the attacks and defenses more after we get the general idea.

Overall - 4/5 stars
This was crazily intense, I was both amazed and frightened of what would happen next.  You packed in a good amount of both attacks and dodges.  While it got pretty winded at times, you showed what Valor is fighting for and he means business.

Total - 19/25 stars


Zuriel
General Roleplaying - 4/5 stars
Past fights and his experience plus health made me feel a heck ton for him.  Very beautifully written even though he knows he is beaten up so sadly.  The mention of adrenaline and determination of his were a lovely lovely insight alongside his memories of Etain's mother.  However, since he has a limp, there were some parts that didn't make me believe that he could run fast as he wanted to.  

Battle Technique - 3/5 stars
There were times where his limping didn't get in the way of running/charging at full speed.  Great detail though of shortness of breath and stumbling, you can tell that he is really trying everything for his daughter, Etain, despite all the pain he's going through.

However, the pain is still going to be there plus the amount of blood loss would affect him as he went on: The deep gash on his neck from horn, chunk of ear gone, skin taking off legs and hide, all of those big attacks are going to build up plus the small attack pain.  The more attacks and pain, the more sluggish one is.

Creativity 4/5 stars
Absolutely loved the pinning!  Great use of your surroundings, trying to go for Valor's wings, pulling off one of his spikes, and using a bucking in an interesting way.  I would have liked to see more environment usage though for his advantage like trying to hold his tail on the ground with his hoof on some of the marble floor still left. 

Readability - 4/5 stars
There was a lot of memories of his daughter, which made the posts pretty long winded.  They're good however to know of, but perhaps keep it down to two posts only rather than all of them since the posts got longer and longer alongside the battle ongoings.

Overall - 4/5 stars
I felt everything from your posts, the emotions, the willpower to try and do everything for his daughter.  His old age though would've caught up to him when losing a lot of blood.  He fought long and hard as he could and I think he will be remembered for this fight no matter the outcome.

Total - 19/25 stars



VALOR

General Roleplaying - 5/5 stars
Valor avoids powerplaying very well. All the attacks are alluded to as opposed to saying that they hit. I find it very realistic; he is, after all, a massive dragon-horse so against an old man he's going to have an advantage. Most of the parts of his body, including his tail, are used.

Battle Technique - 3/5 stars
Good response to the attacks and very realisitic. I especially like the use of his tail. The only thing is, when he gets concussed, I think it would have affected his attacksmore. On the one hand you have two paragraphs dedicated to him shaking off the headache and re-focussing his vision, but in that time I'm sure Zuriel would still be making attacks at that point.

Creativity - 4/5 stars
There is some usage of the surroundings with the "digging the hooves into the ground" but like Zuriel, maybe a little more would be nice? Weather and stuff like that can play a really important part!

Readability - 3/5 stars
I like how his mind keeps coming back to Arete and how the posts flow. It mirrors the "jumpiness" of battle, with him focusing on the fighting but with there always being his precious mate in the back of his mind. The only thing that kind of put me off was the fact that it seemed to be 60% other things and 40% actual battling. The focus does seem to be on other things (Arete, the vision of Arete's death, the two paragraphs about the blood) and the battling for me personally is slightly too long and convoluted. Battles should be readable and exciting but more than anything, the main focus should be on the battle itself! (70% battle, 30% outside factors).

Overall - 4/5 stars
Enjoyable, just slightly long. But great descriptions and a good reason for challenging!

Total - 19/25 stars




ZURIEL


General Roleplaying - 5/5 stars

You really do feel for Zuriel as a father and just as a man. He is so broken and yet so dedicated; everything he does is for his precious child, and I believe this mirrors real life. As an older man he is bound to be wiser and  I think this comes across well. He has age on his side!


Battle Technique - 4/5 stars

You've somehow managed to capture the old man's battle technique in an amazing way. Above all else, as a man fighting for his child he would use all his energy to win for her. Zuriel has a much stronger reason to be fighting than Valor and both roleplayers play this out respectively. You can tell he's older by the way his leg locks up and things like that. However, I think that his age would have hindered him more than is conveyed.

Creativity - 3/5 stars

I would have liked to hear more about the surroundings because the focus seems to be on memories. Whilst this is nice, too many memories interrupts the action! The rest of the moves seem very creative.

Readability - 4/5 stars

For me, the posts were just a tad too long. Battle posts need to be as concise as possible to make it clear what is happening; with convoluted posts it can get confusing quickly and can make people lose interest. Other than that, the actual paragraphs were well written and interesting.


Overall - 4/5 stars

Much like Valor's it was fantastic to read but just too long. Battle posts need to keep the flow in order for it to seem realistic. But you really do feel for Zuriel and his reasonings for fighting!


Total - 20/25 stars




Valor:  59 stars.
Zuriel:  59.5 stars.

ZURIEL WINS!





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