08-30-2015, 08:55 AM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#4a5f7e', endColorstr='#004a5f7e',GradientType=0 );}.belgarath_message{text-align:justify;padding:10px 20px;color:#000;}.belgarath_name{text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;color:#101F36;font-size:30px;text-shadow:0 1px 2px #fff;}</style><center><div class="belgarath_container"><p class="belgarath_message">Life isn’t fair, and Belgarath doesn’t care that Gryffen is mightily displeased with him. He has size (which can be, but isn’t always an advantage) and a trait (almost always an advantage) on his side, and the stallion fully intends to use them. Bel sees what he wants, and then he finds a way to take it, with as little effort as possible. The day is cold and blustery, bare branches on sleeping trees are whipping back and forth by an icy, jagged wind. It reminds him of the gales that used to come screeching through the nooks and crannies of Mourning Mountain. The ground is already cold and hard (which makes things easier for him), but there is no snow. He is comfortable in this weather. The cold can no longer send chills up his spine; it is a part of him, so much so that his eyes turned a pale shade of blue once he acquired the trait. It’s just the two of them in the empty battlegrounds, which makes his opponent easy to identify - white and wiry, but smaller. Belgarath is the polar bear and Gryffen is the wolf.
What he <i>isn’t</i> expecting is the bird. He eyes it curiously, as it seems to be simultaneously corporeal and fluid. Interesting...
They start with a great deal of distance between them, and since Gryffen has the first attack, Bel waits for him to move first. The white stallion leaps forward, so Belgarath takes that as his cue, the two of them closing ground quickly by heading straight for each other. He sees the raven take flight, and grumbles deep in his throat, displeased at now having to watch two things, instead of one. Distraction can be a powerful tool. As a dissuader, he shoots a line of ice shards towards the bird, aiming it simply where he thinks it might be in a second or so. Given the raven’s maneuverability, he’s probably off. But who wants to fly at something while having to dodge razor sharp ice shards?
The truth is that he could fight Gryffen whilst standing still, safely out of harm’s way of flailing hooves and snatching teeth - but where’s the fun in that? He’ll go a little easier on the guy, given that his opponent doesn’t have any traits, but that doesn’t mean he won’t play to win. Bel’s adrenaline begins to course, and his heart pounds more heavily in his dappled chest as he moves to a quick canter. When they draw closer to each other, within about fifteen feet, Bel suddenly swerves 90 degrees to the left, throwing up a layer of ice in his wake. It coats the ground in a wide translucent swath, which Gryffen may or may not notice. If the Chamberling is following Bel’s movements closely in order to attack, he might find himself slipping all over the place, especially if he is shifting his weight to try and rear upon his hind legs, which would make him rather unstable.
Bel isn’t trying to kill the guy, just knock him off balance, and hopefully off his feet. Or make him cower in fear, because the ice itself is a demonic force (not the vessel that holds it, though it may seem like it at times). Bel’s never been in the clutches of such fear himself, but even if the victim doesn’t have fear about water or winter, he thinks it can manifest them anyway. In addition, were Gryffen to slip and fall, the ice would probably give him some nasty frostbite and burn like the agonizing depths of hell. A fall might fracture or break a rib or two as well, which would just be bad news bears all around. Trouble breathing, pain, etc. Not a good thing to happen during a fight.
The raven comes out of nowhere again, and swoops at Belgarath’s head. He snorts and swings his head to the right, but not quickly enough to avoid a sharp pain in between his ears from the bird’s talons as it rakes across the top of his head. His whole body follows his turning head, as Bel is once again facing his original direction. There is an L-shaped break in the ice sheet, where the raven successfully distracted Bel - but hey, at least it wasn’t an eye or an ear. Slowing from a canter to a quick trot, Bel collects himself and turns 180 degrees in as tight a circle as he can manage.
He assumes that the wide strip of ice has kept Gryffen busy, but as Bel cannot see behind his head, he needs to get turned back around to see what’s going on. If Gryffen is on his tail again (the white stallion did have the advantage of agility and quick bursts of speed), or coming right up in Bel’s face in a frontal attack, the dappled destrier is not unprepared. He inhales, taking as much breath into his lungs as possible, and then exhales a mind-numbingly cold cloud towards Gryffen’s figure, harnessing the power of demon ice with his breath. It radiates outward, protecting Bel from an immediate frontal attack. The wind whips up behind him, carrying the freezing bit of air away from Bel, and after a moment, Belgarath moves into motion again, lunging to his left and using his powerful hindquarters to propel him into a canter once more. The challenge grounds are empty, so he decides to lead Gryffen on a merry little chase.
The fellow might need to warm up again, anyway. Bel is <i>really</i> just doing him a favor.
</p><p class="belgarath_name">belgarath</p><div class="belgarath_gradient"></div><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b278/ruinedecho/bel_zpsyimfl5am.gif"></div></center>
eek, yes, sorry! max 2 attacks. and let's say 2 posts each? and you can obviously have an extension if you need it! again, let me know if this slight tardiness isn't ok.
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#4a5f7e', endColorstr='#004a5f7e',GradientType=0 );}.belgarath_message{text-align:justify;padding:10px 20px;color:#000;}.belgarath_name{text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;color:#101F36;font-size:30px;text-shadow:0 1px 2px #fff;}</style><center><div class="belgarath_container"><p class="belgarath_message">Life isn’t fair, and Belgarath doesn’t care that Gryffen is mightily displeased with him. He has size (which can be, but isn’t always an advantage) and a trait (almost always an advantage) on his side, and the stallion fully intends to use them. Bel sees what he wants, and then he finds a way to take it, with as little effort as possible. The day is cold and blustery, bare branches on sleeping trees are whipping back and forth by an icy, jagged wind. It reminds him of the gales that used to come screeching through the nooks and crannies of Mourning Mountain. The ground is already cold and hard (which makes things easier for him), but there is no snow. He is comfortable in this weather. The cold can no longer send chills up his spine; it is a part of him, so much so that his eyes turned a pale shade of blue once he acquired the trait. It’s just the two of them in the empty battlegrounds, which makes his opponent easy to identify - white and wiry, but smaller. Belgarath is the polar bear and Gryffen is the wolf. What he <i>isn’t</i> expecting is the bird. He eyes it curiously, as it seems to be simultaneously corporeal and fluid. Interesting...
They start with a great deal of distance between them, and since Gryffen has the first attack, Bel waits for him to move first. The white stallion leaps forward, so Belgarath takes that as his cue, the two of them closing ground quickly by heading straight for each other. He sees the raven take flight, and grumbles deep in his throat, displeased at now having to watch two things, instead of one. Distraction can be a powerful tool. As a dissuader, he shoots a line of ice shards towards the bird, aiming it simply where he thinks it might be in a second or so. Given the raven’s maneuverability, he’s probably off. But who wants to fly at something while having to dodge razor sharp ice shards?
The truth is that he could fight Gryffen whilst standing still, safely out of harm’s way of flailing hooves and snatching teeth - but where’s the fun in that? He’ll go a little easier on the guy, given that his opponent doesn’t have any traits, but that doesn’t mean he won’t play to win. Bel’s adrenaline begins to course, and his heart pounds more heavily in his dappled chest as he moves to a quick canter. When they draw closer to each other, within about fifteen feet, Bel suddenly swerves 90 degrees to the left, throwing up a layer of ice in his wake. It coats the ground in a wide translucent swath, which Gryffen may or may not notice. If the Chamberling is following Bel’s movements closely in order to attack, he might find himself slipping all over the place, especially if he is shifting his weight to try and rear upon his hind legs, which would make him rather unstable.
Bel isn’t trying to kill the guy, just knock him off balance, and hopefully off his feet. Or make him cower in fear, because the ice itself is a demonic force (not the vessel that holds it, though it may seem like it at times). Bel’s never been in the clutches of such fear himself, but even if the victim doesn’t have fear about water or winter, he thinks it can manifest them anyway. In addition, were Gryffen to slip and fall, the ice would probably give him some nasty frostbite and burn like the agonizing depths of hell. A fall might fracture or break a rib or two as well, which would just be bad news bears all around. Trouble breathing, pain, etc. Not a good thing to happen during a fight.
The raven comes out of nowhere again, and swoops at Belgarath’s head. He snorts and swings his head to the right, but not quickly enough to avoid a sharp pain in between his ears from the bird’s talons as it rakes across the top of his head. His whole body follows his turning head, as Bel is once again facing his original direction. There is an L-shaped break in the ice sheet, where the raven successfully distracted Bel - but hey, at least it wasn’t an eye or an ear. Slowing from a canter to a quick trot, Bel collects himself and turns 180 degrees in as tight a circle as he can manage.
He assumes that the wide strip of ice has kept Gryffen busy, but as Bel cannot see behind his head, he needs to get turned back around to see what’s going on. If Gryffen is on his tail again (the white stallion did have the advantage of agility and quick bursts of speed), or coming right up in Bel’s face in a frontal attack, the dappled destrier is not unprepared. He inhales, taking as much breath into his lungs as possible, and then exhales a mind-numbingly cold cloud towards Gryffen’s figure, harnessing the power of demon ice with his breath. It radiates outward, protecting Bel from an immediate frontal attack. The wind whips up behind him, carrying the freezing bit of air away from Bel, and after a moment, Belgarath moves into motion again, lunging to his left and using his powerful hindquarters to propel him into a canter once more. The challenge grounds are empty, so he decides to lead Gryffen on a merry little chase.
The fellow might need to warm up again, anyway. Bel is <i>really</i> just doing him a favor.
</p><p class="belgarath_name">belgarath</p><div class="belgarath_gradient"></div><img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b278/ruinedecho/bel_zpsyimfl5am.gif"></div></center>
eek, yes, sorry! max 2 attacks. and let's say 2 posts each? and you can obviously have an extension if you need it! again, let me know if this slight tardiness isn't ok.