Offspring v. Phaedrus

[Offspring]

- Two posts each, not to exceed 550 words.
- Two attacks/counter attacks per post.
- No complete dodges.
- Traits are fine; no overuse.
- Four days between posts.
- Extensions welcome. 
- Phaedrus first.

Offspring
Shire hybrid - 18hh
Solid black (EE/aa); reddish brown eyes
Male
118 years old
Immortal
Many scars

[Phaedrus]

PHAEDRUS

He had to be going crazy! Why couldn't he get his act together. Making stupid decissions. Working through stupid nonsequential problems while looking for a mock? How idiotic can one get? Appearantly very.

Then its there, a lone black speck in the middle of golden reeds. Chocolate pupils glint focusing in on their target. Rain pounding against his coat. Sleek black, they both are the color of midnight. But no there is something else, Phaedrus' cobalt streamers, and enormous black wings shadow across the land as he cuts through the air. Eager anticipation, shallow quick breathes, blood pumping in his ears. They flick flat against his skull, his teeth clench with a need, hooves tuck preparing for the possibilty of contact, with battle on the horizon he knows one thing only. This was home.

Landing several feet away, the stallion bows with a formal greeting, wings folding and curling around his chest as a peace offering. Before he stands straight once more. No words, words are not needed here, actions alone speak. They tell their stories not through language, but through the dance. The dance that leads most to their deaths.

Circling, that is the start that he begins. Shoulder to hip, hooves dancing counter clockwise, Phaedrus waits for the other to make an attack. As soon as he sees that the other will not make the first move, the cobalt mane whips and lashes with the force of the charge. Its the charge to the next opening he sees avalible.

If all went well then Phadrus' left hind hoof would make a heavy square kick to the right shoulder of his opponite. Now knowing the ways of battle and the skills possible of the others, he knows that a counter attack could be coming, so his primary attention would be on the others flank as there was no desire on his part to recieve a kick in the face. If he so happened to miss he is sure that a scrape of the hooves along muscle would do more damage than a squared off kick.

Considering that these are his hind legs there is one other aspect to his attack, should the stallion have his head turned in trying to watch phaedrus circle, well then. Lets just say that hsi face would have a nasty scar later from the incident.

For his second attack, with his head so low he can see the other stallions hind leg, just above the knee looked to be a very sensitive area, so elongating his neck Phaedrus creates a bendable version of his neck so that he lash out with his teeth to that tendon. Of course he has no intention of permanently maming the other. But that was what the bow was for, to provide the other with assurance of no ill will.  

i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must

OOC: Sorry this is soooo late and the bad grammar as well ><.

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@[Krys]

[Offspring]

when you fall I'll be the only one who looks away;
when you call I'll be the first to tell you I can't stay.

  The onslaught of rain does little to ease the tension that is thick in the air - his dark tresses quickly become drenched and his marred skin becomes slick with its dampness, dripping onto the clay beneath his behemoth weight. The torrential downpour soon eases before the rain can soothe the thirsty ground with its nourishment and though he is left slick and damp, the ground remains steady and firm.  He studies the skies as his skin begins to crawl; he is being watched and he can feel the inevitable drawing near.

  With a thunderous clap, the sky breaks through with a brilliant flash of light, and suddenly he appears. With enormous wings and streaks of cobalt highlighting his obsidian coat and the feathers that line his avian appendages, Phaedrus arrives. A thick, warm puff of air is emitted from the depths of his lungs as he takes in the sight of him. Wings are merely for theatrics; he is not intimidated by them, nor his ability for flight. Instead, he focused on his limbs, observing his stance and analyzing him for weakness. He acknowledges his brief nod with one of his own, but soon his searing eyes of red are on him once more, wary and prepared.

  He circles with him and behind him counter-clockwise, refusing to allow him to gain any sort of momentum on him. His neck lowers as he studies him as bleak rays of sunshine begin to peek out from behind the thick clouds - and within moments, he finds himself launched upon. The other male turns away from him, thrusting his hind hooves towards his massive shoulder, which rolls and shifts with each movement as the muscle beneath tense for the attack. A sharp pain strikes through his tendons as the force of his kick lands squarely against his muscles, but he does not linger near him for long enough to allow him a second hit.

  He draws away from him, allowing distance to settle between them as he eyes him tentatively, searching for an opening. Due to his massive weight and height, he is no match for him in agility - but he can counter with immense strength. As Phaedrus nears him again, with his neck elongated to strike out at this knee, he finds himself unable to move away as swiftly as the other could. His teeth lash out at his knee and strike a tender spot, causing him to shout in pain and anger. Using a movement to traditionally display dominance, Phaedrus has effectively rendered Offspring's leg momentarily weak, but he does not stand long enough in that very spot to allow for further damage.

  Enraged by the challenge of dominance, he counters and turns towards him again (now side by side; Phaedrus facing the north and Offspring facing the south) and launches the breadth of his size and weight into him. He seeks to knock the wind out of him; to throw him off balance. He does not wait to ensure this occurs and instead, rises up onto his hindlegs (the left wavers and wobbles slightly, still tender from Phaedrus' strike and yet his mental resolve is stronger and he soldiers on) and again launches his weighty body into the other's with as much force as he can muster.

  As he steps back, his eyes fiery and fierce, he rolls his shoulders (with an ache that will last for a day or two, at least) and braces himself for another attack. "Is that all you've got?" He asks with a drawl, irritation laced in his voice.

the ice king of the tundra

OFFSPRING

- 594 words. Close enough. I'm not going to be a stickler if it's more than 550 for either of us.
- No time limit on replies; revoked due to busy lives (Tiny's and my own)
- Chose against including Offspring's ice manipulation, as this mock was proposed prior to receiving it

[Phaedrus]

PHAEDRUS

He calculated coldly, imagining the diferent angles he could take. Each one only meant to cripple the other within the battle. He had no desire to encompasitate for life. The others eyes flicked away and in that moment he charged, attacking as he can. He thought up things on a whim. Hooves caked in mud suck at the ground. Sticky thuds lurch grabbing and holding his hooves begging to keep him grounded, a flurry of movements in a primal dance to raise the adrenaline surged through the battle grounds. Mud flew specks landed on his face and mane. His haunches and legs covered in the grimm. Plumes of air exit his widened nares, the rain dribbled down the velvet lips. They backed away from one another.

Slick blue ran in rivlets against his thickened neck. As massive as he was Phaedrus was puny compared to this draft. Himself only a half breed, sucking thuds alert him to the onslaught of a deep reverberating clash to his side directly past his ribs. Teeth ground tight holding back everything but a grunt. This turned into a stumbling cough. The blue tipped stag had lost balance resulting in a stubble away from the other. This though as painful as it was, was something to later thank the stars about. It saved him from not seeing the next attack, allowing the elasticity to loosed his bones and ply his muscles into nothing more than rubber. He caught his breath, just as he has the hefty weight of the other lands against his now lucid side.

Muscles would still bruise but the stretch keeps bones from breaking, and organs from erupting. Turning would be difficult now, but dashing forward hind legs dug into the mud knees nearly skimming the ground in attempt to move out of the away.

Before the stallion has time to recover from his rear, Phaedrus extends his neck abnormally long reaching for the tender skin and muscle where leg and barrel met. grabbing and tearing was his ultimate goal. If at all successful the leg would be bitten not only on the tendon just above the back of the knee, but also the muscle that gave so much power to his hindquarters, possibly crippling the stallion for the remainder of the battle. Walking would prove to be difficult much less attacking. Hind legs are a pivital member of the body in a battle after all.

Extending his wings Phaedrus begins to flap them franticly, feathers reaching to blind the draft. Shoulder to shoulder they stand for a moment, two, three. The seconds felt like like minutes, the minutes like hours. Each move so critical to the survival of each. Phaedrus swerved away from the horse in the last second. The stretch on his side searing with pain. His teeth clenched Phaedrus hides the deviously thinned smile as the other attempts to taunt him. Strings of blue thick on his skin, block his sight for a second. Sending out a roundhouse kick of mud and and splayed hooves he attempts to make contact with the shoulder that he had previously bruised. Hind quarters though strong are attached to the same barrel that had been attacked. This does not make the attack strong, nor the landing easy, he nearly crumpled in his landing the contraction of sore muscles screaming in pain.

Might have a little more left in this old man. He dashed forward making a wide arch to come back and keep the other within sight. The drizzling rain nearly blinded him, as he was sure the other experienced too.

So so so sorry this took so long I am really enjoying these two together. <3