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[ E ] An Empty Throne

Storyteller

Moderator
Equine
Stallion
10hh
Immortal Spring ✿
played by NPC
605 crystals
118 posts

be swift!


Something is happening! As autumn descends upon the fall, a chilled wind sweeps through the grassy wetlands of the Southern realm. One last remaining loon lets out it's shuddering yet beautiful cry release and carry through the atmos as it takes to the sky, a black silhouette cast across the pastel sunset. But no one is there to hear it.... for now.

The Sovereign Throne of Vromme has been left vacant too long. Any who seeks such a placement among the Southern people need but reply. Will multiple equine emerge from the shadows for the throne? The first to reply gets the title... but any others are welcome to challenge until the next sunset.

Vromme Sovereign is open! The first to reply snags the title, but is open to challengers for 24 hours. Afterwards, they cannot be challenged for 30 days.


Bones

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17hh
12 Winter ❅
played by Kiwi
145 crystals
18 posts
It was on wandering legs that the animated skeleton found himself in the lands of Vromme. A single glowing orb lit the creatures way as the darkness began to settle all around him. Bones creaked and rattled together as the wind whipped around him, a haunting song as each piece scraped another. A small trail of sand leaked from the abomination's ribs, spiraling down and leaving a path where he had walked. Vromme is...empty. No king nor queen stands proud in the southern lands. A desolation seems to spread and it has not gone unnoticed by Bones. He halts, staring across the expanse of land. Shifting his weight, he swivels his head completely backwards and stares behind him.

"No king, no king. Oh but they siiiing," his voice is rasping and deep, churning like the waves of a storm against a lonely coast. He returns his head to a more natural place, flicking what's left of his tail against the bones of his legs. The orb of light that rests inside the cavern of his skull seems to shudder before growing brighter. "No crown on the head have they become dead? Led by an invisible thread, an invisible thread. I can feel the loneliness the dread, oh the dread. No crown on the head." His incoherent babbling falls from his rattling jaw.

"There must be a sovereign. Who will they lay blame? Who will inflict the pain? The light does wane, where is the sovereign?" A chill rolls through, causing the skeleton to shudder as it rolls across him. Did he even feel the cold or was this a memory from his time as one of the living. He closed his jaw tightly, teeth grinding against one another as he did. "Mmmm," he hummed. Surely if he could, Bones would have been smiling.

As the shadows would lengthen and the sky would darken, the moon would illuminate the skeletal man. He would stand vigilant through the night, unknowingly laying down claim on the vacant throne. He would glisten like polished glass through the shadow of night. Waiting. Watching.

(ooc: enjoy some weird skeleton man accidentally laying claim to an empty kingdom)

Othello

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
19.3hh
5 Summer ☀︎
played by Fallen
90 crystals
11 posts
OTHELLO


After making his way through the Bifrost as hes come to learn, Othello felt a new yearning within his gut. Othello was not a follower but any means, and the lovely stench that clung to his overtly masculine flesh had the locals peering at his form as if he was the plague coming for their hearts. Now... if they were completely wrong, none could tell this early into his travels. The 19.3 hand behemoth shook his tri colored frame, loosening the bits of debris that clung to his massive locks of hair and silken hide. Othello could not deny that he was a somewhat vain beast and liked his looks,

The bastard rolled his orbs for a moment as he made his way south. The mumbling of strangers and passer by's had led him to the knowledge of an empty throne. The devilish beast felt a small smirk play upon his lips before fading. He would not become cocky and arrogant. That was a sin of his fathers. Othello would underestimate no beast that he may happen across in this forsaken land. Already he had seen those with horns that spiraled toward the sky, and even larger brutes than he dwelling within the forest. He merely looked like a fleck of dirt to these locals and frankly he would let them remain to think so until he saw fit.

The red, ivory and ebon painted brute slowed his trek as he came to the lands known as vromme. These lands seemed much more fertile than he once laid in in his own world but he could not say he was displeased. It would be a fine breeding ground for whatever his black hole of a heart desired in due time. Stony limbs carried him a bit swifter now, smelling the air looking for any sign of life. Othello curled his nose in disgust when nothing was scented for miles. How long has this throne been vacant? What was this land of giants and fairies doing with its potential?The bastard shook the knee length threads from his blue and violet orbs as something glimmered into his visage. Othello stalked forward, the words of.. something... bleeding into his harks. The voice scratched and dug at his canals and ground against his brain, causing the behemoth to flatted the fine harks against his nape. Duo toned orbs took in the sight of a talking fucking skeleton... While he had not forgotten his goal of dispatching his father from his life he could not deny that Selven would probably fly backwards to see this apparition.

Othello stopped his motion as he stood yards from this creature. His eyes glistening with curiosity but mainly disgust for this land and its abominations. Othello was cunning beast, but seeing such this vile creature made from black magic he detested it. But with no blood, with no hide... where could Othello Attack and how could he even wound; much less kill, such a creature! The gargantuan beast exhaled from flared nares, his violet and blue orbs taking in the ghastly creature before pondering on what words would slip forth against his lips.

"Creature, lest you have right to this land, I take it in my name."

Othello's words were straight and to the point. This was perhaps the first time ever that Othello was a bit perplexed. He could not think of how to destroy such a creature or if it was even beneficial for him to do so. what would be beneficial though, was to have this vile thing as his ward.To have an undead being at your whim would make things a bit more even for himself and his lack of extra amenities.

"What say you, Creature?"
 

TAGGED:
WORDS: 621
NOTES: Othello is a bit perturbed by Bones' lack of flesh xD and Othello is not easily perturbed  

Storyteller

Moderator
Equine
Stallion
10hh
Immortal Spring ✿
played by NPC
605 crystals
118 posts

be swift!


Something is happening! Two approach for the throne! Can they come to an accord? Or will brute force writ the ledger? It is entirely up to them... spectators, find your plces now, if you dare. But remember! No one may interfere with a sovereign challenge.


Bones

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17hh
12 Winter ❅
played by Kiwi
145 crystals
18 posts
It would seem that the relative peace that Bones had just begun to enjoy was nothing more than a fleeting feeling. The sound of hooves squelching through the wetlands reached the man of bone. Slowly he swiveled his neck, head swinging to hang directly over his back. An angle that was terribly unnatural. The light that filtered from his eye sockets rolled across his spine, illuminating the bright peaks of his angular frame. The orb's brightness intensified like the delight lightened in a child's eye. Though curiosity could not show on his face, or lack thereof, it was clear that Bones interest had peaked. Slowly he shuffled his own body, never moving his head. He moved on legs of osseous matter, halting only when he faced the approaching stallion.

Bones rattled his bottom jaw, vibrating it in just a way that his teeth clacked together with a terrible snap. The approaching beast, and apparent challenger, was taller than he. (And certainly thicker as he was a creature of not only bones but also flesh and muscle.) His coat was made of silver and rust. "Creature, creature." Bones mused allowed, his bones creaking as he did. "Not a creature." He didn't close his jaw after speaking, instead choosing to let it hang open. One side hung a little further down. It would seem whenever he had last attached it, he had not been all too careful. With a click he readjusted himself and the bones slide into place.

It was hard to tell if Bones was offended by being called a creature. He did not feel emotion the way others did. Instead he picked up on subtle cues in conversation and acted in a way he thought was appropriate. His blank face gave nothing away but the unwavering orb was like a pointed stare. As far as Bones understood, creatures were what he raised not what he was. Despite his lack of breathing it never occurred to him that he was not alive. He was like any horse he met. Just a bit skinnier. And without the fleshy bits.

Bones chose to ignore the name calling. His rasping and deep voice echoed from his mouth again. "You would take it in your name? To seek glory and fame. A challenger approaches, light the flaaaame." He hissed out the last bit, edging closer to Othello while still refusing to look away. The orb glowed brighter as it bored toward the eyes of the other. "This land is not for you-- not for you to tame. A shame, shame, shame." He moved toward him, ambling like an old nag. "There is but one answer for he who would come."

Bones finally halts, the ground sinking beneath him. Despite the whipping winds, he does not move. Instead Bones goes eerily silent and the orb begins to fade. It grows lighter and lighter, like a candle flickering out. Even the thing wisps of hair at the tip of his tailbone don't stir. The light nearly goes out altogether, quivering slightly before it roars back to life. It grows, light expanding from every hollow of his Bones' skull. His jaw clacks open again, a screech amplifying it's way through the cavern. "Maaaaaaaaaaaaaim." An answer to a challenge. Both things he did not understand, but would in due time. "Run or fight. Face the light, the light which will smite. The knight, the knight. He fights tonight. If he loses, he's not a knight. If he leaves, he could be-- a knight, a knight."

ooc ▷ bones you bonehead
summary ▷ Bones doesn't understand 100% what's actually happening, but he says Othello can leave or fight him for the title. And then he speaks some weird gibberish that probably only makes sense to him but he's saying he could be a knight or hold power if he steps back and lets Bones take the title.
words ▷ 587
tagged ▷ Othello

Othello

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
19.3hh
5 Summer ☀︎
played by Fallen
90 crystals
11 posts
OTHELLO

Othello watched with an expression of annoyance as the creature of bones rattled and contorted its form to face him all the while that head of his.. it.. stayed motionless. It was an unnerving sight even for such a beast as Othello that had torn apart numerous bodies. Othello's fine harks stayed flat against his skull as the grating vocals of the beast lulled and mumbled. The thing spoke in rhymes? Othello's thick skull rose as he peered at the thing.. It claimed to not be a creature... then what was it? The animated skeleton could show no twitch of muscle for it held none.. and so forth Othello could do nothing but dissect its words to know its feelings. As the grotesque skeleton ambled forth, Othello did not move. He was not scared of the vile thing, he was just... perturbed. Othello's own jaws could easily crush the bones that ground against one another but in truth he did not want to fight this demon of magic just wanted it gone.

"Not a creature? Then what be you? Demon instead? The after of curse?"

Othello's words were harsh, but they were not insulting. Bordering the lines of intrigue of the creatures origins really. He would play his cards different here. See if he changed his tones would the skeleton change its own. The skeleton began its god forsaken screeching again.Spewing its ridiculous hymns. As it did so, the glowing orbs within the meatless skull of the creature flickered and brightened, then dimmed again. What was this fucking monstrosity? Othello merely wrinkled his nose as the ambling chassis of bones and sand seemed to go into a state of death. Nothing on its being moved, and its eyes almost flickered out before lighting back up like an inferno. The thing parted flesh-less jaws and screeched out an answer to Othello's previous words.

Maim.

Maim stuck out the most, the rest of its babbling scraping along his canals but finding little purchase within his skull. Othello eyed the bastard of black magic his sharp,canine like fangs becoming exposed as his elongated jaws parted, the wrinkles of his thick lips stopping just before his cheeks.

"I give you the same offer." Othello started, his parted lips exposing his dangerous pearly fangs, "You join me, have your stay in my court..." The tricolored bastard spoke, his deep baritones vibrating from deep within his chest, "I do not ask twice." Othello's voice ceased and was followed by a threatening growl that reverberated deep from his gut. Othello knew this skeleton would perhaps not back down, but could not tell if it understood how deep the circumstances were. The gargantuan bastard did not take his sights from the eerie skeleton and  should it attack he would be ready. Othello would not back down to this dreg of black magic and even if he lost today, he was still unheard of here. Unknown and unseen by the locals and he would bide his time well.



TAGGED: Bones
WORDS: 500
NOTES: Othello will never admit he has officially found one being he does not want to fight... its animated skeletons xD I am a bit rusty though and hope my post made some sense <3

Bones

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17hh
12 Winter ❅
played by Kiwi
145 crystals
18 posts
Perhaps it was fate that had brought Bones to the lands of the south. Not that Bones himself held much faith in the idea of fate. He may have in his original life, though that meant nothing to him. As far as Bones was concerned this was his one and only life. The fact that he had no memories as a child meant nothing to him. He'd been a loner for long enough that he hadn't had many interactions with foals, and therefore hadn't given it too much thought. He didn't think about much, to be honest. Othello's gaze of annoyance caused amusement to rise within the reanimated skeleton. Despite that, he did not appreciate the words that tumbled from his opponent's fleshy mouth. A demon? A curse? He was nothing of the sort. Had he been able to scowl, it certainly would have been painted over ever nook and cranny of his face.

"The same...the same," he rattled with every word, teeth clicking together. "No, no. Give me your name. Not-a-knight, give me your name." Bones shook his head lightly, the light remained stationary as he did and every moment caused the shadows around the contours of his skull to shift. "Not a knight, not a knight." Bones muttered, almost inaudibly before raising his shimmering gaze back to Othello.

"You wish for the throne? It sits empty, I should have known. Should have known they'd come for the throne. Watching, waiting-- it's been disowned. Has the former moved on or shall we find their gravestone?" Bones rattled off some more incoherent sentences full of babbling. "Perhaps overthrown?" He steps forward again, attempting to close the gap between them to a considerable degree. "What do you know-- what of the unknown? The unknown, unknown, unknown." His voice dipped again, growing quieter so one may have to strain to hear the syllables as the slipped past his teeth. A line of sand trailed behind the gaunt creature, the stream growing thicker with each passing moment.

"Alone, alone. I am he who dethrones. I am Bones." Though his face did not move, the very way he spoke made it seem as if his skull would crack around his lips and his smile might grow. Larger and larger until it broke off his face. He laughed, a hollow sound echoed from the caverns of his head. Bones gnashed his teeth together, a horrible sound as he tilted his head, raising the glowing orb toward Othello.

Maim.

The sound echoed inside his head, that horrible screech rallying itself again as the living skeleton suddenly launched himself forward. Bones was second to none. Though he could not place what force was pushing him to strike as he was, he could not deny that it felt good and it felt righteous. Those sharp pointed horns were angled toward the fleshy underparts of Othello's neck as he jutted himself forward with surprising strength considering his small frame. His tail lashed against the backs of his legs, thin strands easily tangling themselves in the joints and crevices of his worn frame. As Bones thrust his head upwards he altered the angle of his neck, thus twisting his horns like knives. The battle would be bloody, Bones was sure of it. He had no blood to spill...but Othello did.

ooc ▷ i apologize for this weirdo
summary ▷ Bones comes closer and closer slowly before suddenly shooting forward to attack. His head tilted at an unnatural angle, he's got his horns aimed at Othello's throat latch and he's turning his head to twist them in hopes of a more extreme injury should he make contact.
words ▷ 550
moves ▷ 1/5 attacks & 0/2 dodges
tagged ▷ Othello

Othello

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
19.3hh
5 Summer ☀︎
played by Fallen
90 crystals
11 posts
OTHELLO

he skeleton kept babbling, the sickly sight of fleshless teeth clacking and grinding causing Othello's harks to sink into the mass of his lengthy and thick tendrils. His ivory and obsidian facade crinkled, his elongated lips beginning to part to show his almost wolf like teeth. a lupine like growl seeped through his jaws extremely masculine frame keeping his stand. The creature demanded his name, while shaking the fleshless skull of his. It was completely unnatural the way the skeleton moved. The beings teeth clattered again, its rough voice waiving to where Othello barely caught its low rambles before returning to its full annoying babble.

Othello almost rolled his eyes at the words. He did not wait for his chance to claim a throne as he had merely just gotten here. His taunt over muscled flesh twitched his long prehensile tail lashing behind him with anticipation now. The skeletal creature ambled forth once more, its boney limbs slowly closing the distance between them. Othello's own skull remained high, he was a few hands taller than the fleshless creature and so decided since it was apparent his request was denied there would be something to follow. Othello's thick limbs prepared to launch himself forward but instead words caught his harks first. Othello's vivid eyes narrowed at the creature now aptly named Bones. Its terrible jaws clashing with a sickening click its unnatural head tilting.

Othello was not prepared for the screech that followed but it did not phase him. What did surprise him though was the quickness in which the skeleton launched it self to fill the gap that was between them. Othello did not stumble back. Instead, the massive brute lifted his fore end from the earth, his chest and shoulders bowing outward to avoid the dangerous horns upon the beasts skull, just before they punctured his neck. Instead, the daggers on Bone's skull caught the outside of his forearm Othello let out his own guttural war cry as his elongated jaws opened in its own unnatural way. His thick form was blessed with a second skeleton like structure just beneath his skin, and quite frankly its probably what just saved his leg from being eviscerated.

As Othello's form came down, he pushed his hind end outward, his hind daggers digging into the grass before launching his frame at the skeleton. Sharp fangs and bone crushing teeth bared and aimed to land upon the vertebrae along the skeletons withers. Othello's vivid orbs were blazing. this was the first in his life time that he would fight a skeleton, and he was unsure if he would come out victorious. The bastard's thick limbs carried him surprisingly quick a few strides out, Othello keeping the skeletal figure within his sights. Othello knew being blessed with the second structure would help him, but he also was no fool. One good land from those horns upon that unnatural skull could permanently damage him. and to be quite frank, Othello would be damned if he would be maimed by an animated fucking corpse.



TAGGED: Bones
WORDS: 508
NOTES: I adore Bones! Othello just doesn't xD Best of luck!
ATTACKS: 1/5
DODGES:1/2

LaLaurie

Eng Commoner
Equine
Mare
15.3hh
7 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
70 crystals
7 posts

lalaurie
give me your hand in flesh, give me your hand in death

The light in those damned tunnels hadn't been her Jakob... and after she had emerged upon the other, stumbling like the frightened and confused fool she was, LaLaurie had lost the only creature - Geminus, they had called themselves the Geminus - in the mists of the tunneling vale that fed her into this unknown place. For days she continued to limp, dragging her hooves through the moist forest floors alit with the autumnal fires and at no point did she find salvation. Her hazel eyes, frantic, eager, rapidly searching, never found her husband's ethereal form of disembodied motes of oblivion. She saw none of them. Not a single spirit, not a strand of ichor laced through the air in the symbolic tale that a specter - what else could she call them? - had passed by.

In those nights alone, truly alone, for the very first time LaLaurie began to consider the heart breaking option that... well, the power was gone. That there was no finding it again. That she would be totally, utterly, and irreversibly alone in this world.

Shuddering to wake in the deep fog of a new Fall's day, her hazel eyes, so tired and bloodshot from fitful and restless sleeps, bore into the dimness with a random recollection. Caliph of Vromme. LaLaurie had no idea what that meant, but Vromme had to be something, right? Wounds still aching from her narrow escape in Riftmarch, the battered woman drug herself back to her hooves and set out on the necessary path to find a familiar face. Much to her dismay, most locals were quite skeptical of her. Be it the rather ominous or haunting appearance of her markings or simply her tattered and torn appearance she hadn't a clue. Perhaps they didn't like immigrants like the rest of the world. Finally she found one mare, an old and frail chestnut roan who shrouded herself beneath cloak, cowl, and hood, that pointed her south.

In her mind's eye a glimmer of hope rose from the grave. Invigorated by the new hope that some sort of conclusion came to her travels, fruitless, useless aspiration began to infect her mind. Just because she couldn't see Jakob didn't mean he wasn't there, right? Just because something had severed whatever connection that accursed Gatorglass had given her to the dead didn't mean that the dead dissipated as well. As the first of the grounds began to squelch beneath the weight of her hooves and the thick, sentient air of wetlands hung in the atmosphere she found herself glancing around in search again. She knew she would not see her beloved, but she knew... she knew he was there. Jakob wouldn't leave her. Which meant he was watching. And LaLaurie would never fail with him baring witness.

Deeper she delved, surprised by the rather lack luster greeting. Herons eyed here over the tall grasses and loon let cry their ghostly calls as they took flight in start from her intrusion, but never did an equine raise their own whinnies in greeting. The fog long settled from the morning and LaLaurie peered upon a land most graceful, serene, if not with underlying tones of mystery. Who knew what rest beneath the bogs and slowly crawling river surfaces. But it reminded her of home, in some ways, and for that her heart cracked with appreciation and sorrow. Once she finally paused, her narrow, rib-exposing sides heaving in desperation for a deep gulp of air, and she rose her head expectantly again. Again, no oblivion, no eerie motes of black to indicate the one company she desired. "I know you're there Jakob... I know it." She whispered, her chapped lips cracking.

A screech rose over the wetlands, startling the herons and loon into a flurry of feathers and furiously beating wings as they fled. Even LaLaurie's frame jolted much like a doe, legs tense despite their ache, ready to bolt. But she did not. Rather she stood a moment, her heart racing, unsure of what to do, where to go. "What would Jakob do?" She thought, and she knew the answer as it rattled within her foggy mind. He'd follow. He had always been brave and resilient. And so she did too. Knees cracking, she surged forward at a long gaited trot, another glimmer of absolution fluttering beneath her blackened heart.

Fighting through the flood plain grasses she clamored through the waters, drenching herself to the round of her belly, and pulled herself upon a knoll. And there she saw them. A massive beast lathered in silver, crimson, and charcoal harrowing down upon that of... a skeleton? But it was animated, clearly fighting back. An altercation was transpiring, and Geminus, the "Caliph", was not here to witness. A moment her stomach sank and a frown inadvertently fell upon her face. The twins, for lack of better term, were gone. And political trials were abound. A new king, leader, whatever the term they used here, was forging a claim, and it was one of these two individuals. With a deep sigh LaLaurie cocked her hip, allowing herself the first rest since waking this morning and waited at a distance. It wasn't her place to intervene, but she'd need their information afterwards if she were ever to make a home here.



TAGGED: Bones, Othello
WC: 881
MUSE: 4/5
OOC: idk have a lala


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Bones

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17hh
12 Winter ❅
played by Kiwi
145 crystals
18 posts
There was a moment that Bones thought that perhaps he had his his mark. Though the flash of hooves as the great beast stood on his hind legs would prove his initial thought wrong. A hiss of disappointment, or perhaps desperation, rang from betwixt his teeth. His follow through, despite missing his mark, did seem to at least make some form of contact. Though it had not done as much damage as he had been hoping for, it was better than nothing. Bones withdrew, churning his exceedingly long limbs beneath him as he took a few careful steps back. The sand still poured from his ribs like a faucet, gathering across the wetlands beneath them. It soaked up some of the moisture as it pooled in places, altering the grounds they fought upon. It was something Bones was accustomed to as he shuffled easily through the accumulating sands.

The skeletal man did not move far enough away it would seem as Othello retaliated from Bones' attack. Those sharp teeth closed around the vertebrae of his spine, and the collagen began to crack beneath the pressure. Bones screeched at the sensation and attempted to pull away which only served to damage himself further. As Othello moved away, Bones turned his head to stare at the cracks in his body. The orb that glowed within his head grew smaller and smaller, giving Bones the appearance of squinting as he observed the damage. He would need to replace that. There was no time for that now, of course. He'd have to make do. As he swung his head to find Othello in his gaze again he instead caught the form of a lone mare some distance away. She appeared to be watching. Bones was nothing if not a theatrical man.

He stepped gracefully other the sand underfoot and swept himself into a long, low bow. He rattled his jaw as he came up and gave her another fleeting glance before returning to the fight at hand. "They come to see," he whispered to Othello as he approached his opponent again. "They come to see what will be." The orb glistened even bright now-- as if the audience had stirred some desire in him to perform even better. "I will not flee. It is here I shall be." Bones moved into action, trotting a bit unsteadily in circles across the battlefield. Though as more and more sand spread around beneath them his steps became more solid. Bones didn't understand why he was fighting. He spoke what he felt was right and fitting, though it did not always correlate to his physical actions or his mind. (Or lack thereof.) What he did know was he needed an advantage. Bones was not a fool. He knew he was skinny. Skinny as death some might say.

Turning the orb upon Othello once again, Bones moved closer. Slowly at first before pushing himself into a canter. The final stride before he struck, Bones lowered his head between his legs as he raised himself into a a rear. His teeth closed around his left front leg, just below the knee. With a quick twist it was unhinged, hanging from his mouth. Raising his head up high, Bones moved to come down across Othello's face with his makeshift weapon with as much force as he could possibly muster. His unnaturally moving neck helped gain momentum and force as he pushed it through the air, a hollow cackling emitting from his skull as he did so. Bones clicked the bone back into it's socket before landing. "My first decree," he laughed, "You must leave."

ooc ▷ skreeeeeeeeee
summary ▷ Bones literally cannot help but bow to LaLa. He trots around and spreads sand around to make it easier on himself because he deals with uneven sand and the like on the daily. Then he creeps over, canters the gap and as he lifts himself into a rear he pulls off his leg and tries to smack Othello in the face with it a bunch of times.
words ▷ 603
moves ▷ 2/5 attacks & 0/2 dodges
tagged ▷ Othello

Higurashi Kagura

Jarl of Grosugr
Equine
Mare
15.3hh
5 Spring ✿
played by Raven
55 crystals
20 posts
Not only the mare called LaLaurie, but others too had begun to gather, drawn to the commotion of violence like moths to a flame. Perhaps any sort of ordinary fight would do the trick as well, but a fight between a massive hulking beast and a literal animated skeleton for the throne of Vromme - now that was surely the most irresistible of bait for onlookers and curious folk. Higurashi would not count herself among the ranks of curious gossips, but this she wouldn't miss for the world. Although she looked rather haggard now from the long journey through the Bifrost and now here to the southern plains, this very intriguing turn of events had her alert and very, very interested. "Hora, Davaros-han," she remarked to her newfound companion from the Bifrost, halting her steps a generous distance away from the fray so that she could spectate without interrupting the match or endangering herself. Others, it seemed, had had the same idea of giving the opponents a wide berth, and not far to Kagura's left stood another onlooker, a young mare clothed in amber, black, and a curiously painted façade. The priestess offered her neighbor a smile but did not intrude on her space. "Is that not a... skeleton?" she asked Davaros delicately, as though the fact were not glaringly obvious to all. "For the gods to relinquish one from the realm of the dead..." She trailed off thoughtfully without completing the remark, and just a moment later she winced at the sight of said skeleton literally tearing off his own foreleg to use as a blunt weapon. Bones didn't seem to mind at all, but the mere sight of it made Kagura's own leg hurt.



[ tags ] Davaros | Othello | LaLaurie | Bones
[ words ] 286
[ ooc ] Have another spectator! I'm powerplaying Davaros a little bit with Soupi's permission. For anyone curious, 'hora' just means 'look!'
日暮神楽
ひ ぐ ら し か ぐ ら
Tag: @[Higurashi Kagura]

Othello

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
19.3hh
5 Summer ☀︎
played by Fallen
90 crystals
11 posts
OTHELLO

Bones,as it called itself, was just a disturbing sight. Those rattling teeth, mangy slivers of a tail and crackling bones caused Othello's harks to stayed pinned within his deep tresses. Othello's limbs kept him moving growing increasingly aware of the change of terra beneath his daggers. The deepening sand was neither an advantage or hindrance to the massive brute. The sloppy ground that was underfoot before merely becoming a bit more solid to his surprisingly light steps that carried his massive body. Othello noticed his mark had hit but not well enough. He should have drug that bastard down into its own sand. As Othello prepared for another attack, his blue and violet eyes watching Bones, he noticed the skeleton's attention slip away. Othello's own eyes followed for a split second, noticing the accumulation of bodies on the horizon. From here Othello could not tell whether they were feminine or not for his mind was on the fight. The skeleton bowed and Othello took that moment to take a stride forward, thick daggers churning up the piles of sand that now began to grow soggy under foot. As Othello grew closer the skeleton swung its porcelain head back toward him, its rattling jaws spewing its harsh babbles in a whisper. Othello merely scoffed, a sinister smirk playing upon his ivory and salmon blushed kissers. "Let them watch then."

The Skeleton began its odd paced amble again, its lanky bones moving easily in the never ending sand that fell from its ribs. It circled and Othello countered its movements. His thick skull slightly tucked, the white streak in his forelock falling behind his thick cheeks as he pranced. Othello matched the skeletons pace as it increased, his own thick limbs moving at an extended trot as the Skeleton pushed himself to a canter. Othello's stride had to be at least doubled that of Bones'. Othello tossed his head back his thick lips splitting once again to show the rows of dangerous enamels. The tri colored beast was about to push his own bodice forward but was taken aback by the skeletons next attack. Othello's hind daggers dug into the sand and bog, his duo toned eyes widening in only what could be described as pure annoyance as the bastard of bones literally tore off its leg and whacked the larger brute across his skull. Othello gave out a loud angry growl as he was battered by the leg bone. The resonating sound from the blow angered Othello more than it hurt him, but it was fair to say his face would be a little sore the coming days. The iron, coal and alabaster behemoth's fore legs rose from the earth as Bones' landed. The words of the creature falling into his harks as he pushed himself forward, jaws agape. His aim was to not only grasp the vertebrae by the skeletons skull but as he came down he dug his hinds into the turf again and backed up tearing his head to and fro hoping to dislodge the rattling skull from its body. Othello was unsure if his mark had landed but the painted hellion was certain that it would be impossible to kill this beast. Although without its head attached, Othello was certain the fight would be over quicker than the bony bastard had intended. With the sand now flying in every direction from the scuffle, whatever happened next was bound to be interesting.


TAGGED: Bones @[davaros] @[lalaurie] Higurashi Kagura
WORDS: 575
ATTACKS: 2/5 BLOCKS: 1/2
NOTES: Othello took the whacks to the face and will be quite tender after the fight from it. Othello was aiming to use his body to knock bones off balance while aiming to grab bones' neck bone and take his head off.

PS. Othello is pissed about being smacked in the face with a leg bone xD

Davaros

Eng Commoner
Equine
Stallion
16.3hh
8 Spring ✿
played by Soupi
120 crystals
20 posts

davaros arud

down the rivers of the windfall light

Davaros believed he'd witnessed the most equine upon a single throne. Vromme seemed to have some sort of curse on it, some strange air that kept drawing in horses that craved authority but ultimately disappeared or lost interest. This realization had brought him guilt. Had he not served his House properly? Were they disatisfied with his work? These last few weeks Davaros had been making the long trek to the Bifrost in hopes of finding decent enough company for the House, if not for his own personal company but also to appease the Caliph. If he had known just what he was bringing the lady Kagura in to, perhaps they would have tarried longer.

He'd just introduced the realm, gestureing with his stonewash muzzle to the chilled wetlands when he'd heard the commotion on the wind. For a moment his pace had faltered, but ultimately he pressed onward. With Geminus on the throne, there had been all sorts of odd noises riding the winds. But closer they trekked until Higurashi's words drew his attention to a single point. Something truly was in the state of commotion - if not passed it. His pace had quickened, enough to keep close enough to the new comer as to not be rude, but inwardly panicked enough with the worry for his homeland. When his emerald visionaries lay upon the sight, it took a moment for his mind to simply comprehend the truth.

A beast of a stallion and a skeleton were intertwined in battle. Hooves and teeth alike snapped and targetted each other despite their momentarily pause to ackownledge the small crowd that stood at a distance. Kagura's words were, for the time, lost to the man, but he kept himself one stride before her and the fray, with a cautionary glance tossed towards the other bald woman who had also come to witness the fray. Davaros didn't recognize her. Was her interest born out of desire for the throne? Or sheer curiosity from the display before them? He hadn't a clue, but whispered, "Hva?" beneath his breath.


Word Count: 345
Tagged: Higurashi Kagura, Othello, Bones
OOC: official spectator post done <3 my pons won't be responding until the battle is over


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powerplay excused
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always tag responses.
@[Davaros]


Bones

Sovereign ♕
Equine
Stallion
17hh
12 Winter ❅
played by Kiwi
145 crystals
18 posts
With his leg firmly back in place, Bones was ready to continue the fight for...what was he fighting for again? He tilted his head, trying to grasp what he was even doing here in the first place. The silence of the land had instilled something in him. A desire to take it for himself for some reason. Bones had never desired power, at least not before this. Though Bones had no answers for this question, perhaps it was a subconscious reaction due to something in his former life or something left over from his creator. Though Bones knew nothing of either of those, and instead chose to believe it was fate that had brought him to these wetlands. While he was distracted by his not so solid thoughts, Bones did not notice Othello reaching forward to grasp the head straight from his neck. The golden orb slid to one side of his cavernous skull at the last moment, seeming to lock onto the incoming beast. "Ah, ah, ah!" He squealed, the light glowing brighter as if excitement was brimming and dripping from every pore. He quickly threw his head back, allowing it to rest along the vertebrae of his back at a terribly unnatural angle.

He laughed, turning the orb upon Othello again as his maw hung open. Bones would have been fine without his head, after all he fell apart every night when he went to sleep. However it would be a pain to fight without it, and right now Bones was focused on that. (If you could call his ever-waning attention span focused at all.) The pain of watching his body fight while he rested in the sands was not something he was keen on doing in the present moment. And taking the time to reattach his head would be precious moments lost. No. Bones needed to come up with something else. And quickly.

Othello had come close to attack, quite close. Bones decided he could use this to his advantage if he got the timing right. The skeleton dropped his head to the ground, stretching his neck out almost entirely straight. Then he begun to spin. Pillars of gleaming bone moved beneath him at an alarming rate and the sand spilling from his ribs arced out in ribbons of dust. "The blind, the blind. How shall you find with an unsound mind? You shall be blind!" His rattling laughter fell from his rattling jaw as he threw himself into one last tight circle. He sent the sand flying in all directions as he did. The sand around him was growing deeper and deeper, though it did nothing to hinder the spinning skeleton. Though that could not be said of his sense of balance.

Stepping away, Bones fell onto his knees as a bout of dizziness overtook him. Hissing under his breath he clamored to find his footing again, lest he be caught unawares. His tail lashed out, thin strands smacking loudly against his bones and dislodging bits of sand that had become stuck within the hairs. The sand that rushed from his ribs like a fountain began to slow, though still dripping from him at a good pace. "The sands of time-- my partner in crime. How my bones chime for thee." The globe of light locked within his skull dimmed for a moment as if he prayed to sand surrounding them before flaring back to life.

ooc ▷ skreeeeeeeeee
summary ▷ Bones throws his head back to dodge Othello trying to rip off his head. He starts spinning faster and faster, sending a spray of sand in all directions in an attempt to blind Othello. Then he falls cause he's a dizzy boy and stands up, letting out a quick thank you to the sands of time.
words ▷ 570
moves ▷ 3/5 attacks & 1/2 dodges
tagged ▷ Othello

Othello

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
19.3hh
5 Summer ☀︎
played by Fallen
90 crystals
11 posts
Dammit. Othello cursed within his thoughts as Bones cranked his flesh-less nape back against his spine. As it's neck went back to a... normal... position the bastard laughed. The fight was beginning to pick up pace though and while he was still within the reach of the skeleton it dropped its porcelain skull to the ground. Othello's harks perked forward for a moment.

"Aye, what are you -" Othello was cutoff by the skeletons own words as it began to spin. It was like a river of fucking sand was coming from the damn thing! Othello took a step forward but as Bones' moved faster and faster in that circle the sand and dust became blinding. The painted stag closed his eyes and reared on his haunches. Grains of sand filled his nostrils and he shook his head violently with an angered snort to rid his lungs of the assault. To Othello's annoyance, the sand was now pretty deep, reaching midway up his cannon bones. The tri colored bastard flattened his harks against his skull once more as he lifted his limbs high to dislodge the sand from his slight feathering, his duo colored orbs blinking rapidly and head shaking to rid his eyes of the fucking sand. His vision was not completely impaired but he could not deny that it was a very uncomfortable experience.

Othello had circled halfway when his eyes caught the skeleton down on the piles of his sand. Was the damn thing done with his trickery now! Othello exhaled sharply as he moved in closer once more, the skeleton quickly regaining its composure and the sand slowing to a slight trickle from its ribs. The painted hellion snarled at this, having missed his chance to tear a limb from its socket on the skeleton. This did not deter the beast though. Instead, Othello rushed the skeleton, thick limbs sinking some in the sand as he moved but Othello was used to uneven terrain in his own homeland. The feeling of loose earth was not as much of a disadvantage as some would think, just more of an annoyance. Othello struck out violently then, his jagged dagger aiming to snap or crush something along the skeletons shoulder. Othello just wanted anything at this point to handicap the bag of bones since seemingly, the creature was indestructible.  


TAGGED: Bones Davaros @[Lalaurie] Higurashi Kagura
WORDS: 389
ATTACKS: 3/5
BLOCKS: 1/2
NOTES: Othello aimed a strike at Bones' shoulder, hoping to shatter it or at least knock it out of socket.
Othello's vision will be foggy and uncomfortable for a few days following,as well as having sandy boogers for a few days xD




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