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Arête & Tywin

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Event An Empty Throne

#16
Having lost his balance in the sand, Bones was still not feeling his best. The fractured vertebrae near his withers was cracking more and more with every move of his limbs. A hiss rolled from his vibrating jaw as Bones turned his attention back toward Othello after completing his prayer. "Cracking. Breaking. Snapping." He mumbled under his breath, golden orb finding Othello once again. "Searing pain, no flesh, broken. Nothing needs to be spoken. Destruction-- fighting, biting. How exciiiiiting." The rasping words fell from his mouth as if invigorating Bones as he pushed himself through the pain of his cracking vertebrae. He possessed no flesh or blood with no muscle to speak of and kept going by some magical force imbued within him by another. But that did not make him invincible. Those that breathed air had their own weaknesses and strengths, just as the gaunt skeletal man did. Though his strengths were not immediately obvious, it would be false to say Bones was nothing more than a living skeleton.

Othello grew closer and closer to Bones, though the skeleton remained eerily still. The only movement was the wavering of his golden globe as it brightened and dimmed, along with the few thin strands of tail he possessed that twirled in the wind. He remained like a statue, unsure of the approaching creature's intentions. Bones had never been in a real fight before and was not sure where his instinct was coming from. It was, perhaps, something left over from his day of living. It was, of course, an unknown concept to the man who had no idea he was dead.

As Othello's hoof connected with his shoulder, Bones let out a deep groan and his body shuddered involuntarily. His legs struggled to gather beneath him and the thick sand around his ankles was the only thing holding him up. Had he not dropped so much sand it may have been easier to escape or lessen the blow but Bones was essentially glued in place as he took the whole brunt of the attack. His tail lashed out, slapping at the bones of his hindquarters, and he drew his skull toward his chest. This aimed his horns toward the offending beast once again, though it was no more than a ruse. While Bones seemingly readied himself for a head on charge he had begun to shift his legs beneath him, releasing them from their sandy trap. It was painful, especially considering his newly fractured elbow joint which was barely holding his radius in place now. Though he had to push through the pain or it would all be for nothing. Though his ability to catch his balance had been significantly lessened. It was clear he was favoring that leg as each time it touched the ground the orb flickered.

When he was freed, Bones leaped toward Othello. He opened his gaping mouth which creaked with exertion as he did. With no narrow mouth or offending flesh to get in his way it extended at a wide angle. He aimed for Othello's jugular with the intention of closing it around the taller stallion's neck to tug him down to the ground and effectively pin him there. While it was obvious Bones did not weigh nearly as much as the other, he hoped the shock and surprise would work to his advantage. With the right amount of pressure, Bones could crush important parts of Othello's anatomy. "Cracking. Breaking. Snapping."

ooc ▷ skreeeeeeeeee
summary ▷ Bones gets stuck in the sand and takes the full brunt of Othello's attack. His cracked vertebrae from earlier is still bothering him and now the elbow joint of his shoulder is fractured, preventing it from solidly keeping his radius in place. He tries to ignore it but is clearing bothered and in pain. He tries to create a distraction acting as if he will charge before he lunges to grab Othello's neck and drag him to the ground while keeping pressure on the sensitive area of his neck like a tightening vice.
words ▷ 577
moves ▷ 4/5 attacks & 1/2 dodges
tagged ▷ Othello
Please note when interacting with Bones, he is not aware he is not alive.
Mild power play allowed, ie touching and entering personal space.
Tag: @[Bones]

Othello Offline

Nonpartisan

  • Gender: Stallion
  • Age & Season: 5 Summer ☀︎
  • Height: 19.3hh
  • Arcana: Mimicry
  • Level:
  • Lineage:
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 12
  • Crystals: 90
  • Played By: Fallen

#17
Bones began its irritating babbles once again. Nothing needs to be spoken... Those words stood out to the tri colored beast as his harks were lost in the sea of thick curly locs. Othello's thick lips peeled back in a snarl showing his lupine like teeth once again. "Then quit your babbling demon." Othello growled, a violent snarl following his words as his limbs kept their previous pace. The skeleton merely stood still as the massive tri colored beast circled. Violent blue and violet eyes watched the skeleton as its glowing orbs seemed to track Othello's every movement. It was annoying to the bastard how unsettling the skeletal creature was.

The skeleton seemingly buckled under the brunt of his earlier attack, the demons form only upright because of the sand that pooled around its flesh-less limbs. Creaks could be heard then as the skeleton's neck craned inward, showing the glistening daggers on its skull. Othello merely raised his own skull in return, thick muscle bunching together as he came round once more. Othello was unsure if the skeletal creature was aiming to skewer his beautiful form or continue to stand there unwavering. Othello began readying his form for his own attack, when suddenly the flesh-less demon bounded forward. While the tri colored hellion was ready for something, his large body was not quite quick enough to fully escape the assaulting demon's jaws. In a blink of an eye the skeleton's jaws were near Othello's throat, and the larger brute rose upon his hinds enabling him to miss the full force of the demons biting jaws. The skeleton did not miss fully though, its flesh-less jaws still clamped along the thick muscle of the underside of Othello's neck. The bony structure just beneath his skin cracked with the force of the skeletons bite and the pain that followed sent fire through his blood. The structure beneath his skin was possibly the only reason he was not swallowing his own blood in this moment. Othello, still upon his hinds, rose to his full height. Heavy jagged flints pawed at the air to keep his balance as he felt the skeletons body trying to pull him over. With this realization, the tri colored hellion smirked to himself. If the offending bastard wanted to drag him down, Bones' was coming with him.

Othello began to push himself forward as the skeleton dragged. Using the momentum of both their bodies, and the weight of his own, Othello dipped his own skull downward and to the side with his monstrous jaws agape aiming to snatch at Bones' bony spine while simultaneously surging forward. Within an instant all of Othello's feet were airborne. This was his last chance to take the skeletal bastard down, and quite frankly Othello's body was ready to hit the ground with that damned skeleton underneath him.



TAGGED: Bones Davaros LaLaurie Higurashi Kagura
WORDS: 474
ATTACKS: 5/5
BLOCKS: 2/2
NOTES: Othello dodged Bone's aim for his throat but got caught a bit further down the neck and cracked the bone structure beneath his skin. Othello's goal is to pretty much crush Bone's on the way down.
OOC: Loved Roleplaying with Bones! It was refreshing and entertaining and actually didn't feel like a chore to reply to this fight <3
Tag: @[Othello]

Bones Offline

Sovereign ♕

  • Gender: Stallion
  • Age & Season: 13 Winter ❅
  • Height: 17hh
  • Arcana: Necromancer
  • Level: Adept
  • Lineage: Local
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 29
  • Crystals: 265
  • Played By: Kiwi

#18
Bones paid no mind to Othello's words and instead focused his attention on dragging the behemoth down with him. All seemed to be going swimmingly, or at least Bones had thought it was. So quickly the tide of battle could be turned. Perhaps one day scribes would depict this battle with their pen, inking words and illustrations of this fight. Bones could only hope. He knew what the last sentence should be. And so the brave and talented Mr. Skeleton Bones secured the win for himself. Yes. It was perfect. The win of what? Bones still wasn't entirely sure what they were fighting for, despite the words that seemed to fall naturally from his jaw. For now, Bones would write his own story-- inked with the blood of Othello across the sands. The orb glowed brightly, shadows flickering across the sockets of his skull as it did. He clamped his jaw tighter once he had found purchase around Othello's neck and before Bones knew it they were both hurtling to the ground.

Wait.

Both?

The orb grew in size as if the skeletal creature's eyes were widening. It would seem that he had lost the upper hand as Othello balanced himself in just a way that allowed him to be above Bones. With a hiss, muffled by the flesh in his mouth, Bones tried to figure out a way to escape. He had very little choices, though he was not one to give up so easily. Surely it was not release or die. Bones began to squirm, trying to figure out a way to angle it so Othello would spear himself upon Bones' horns. Though Bones quickly realized he had no way of doing this without essentially leaving his entire body vulnerable to the giant steed's full weight. Grumbling beneath his breath, Bones allowed the sand to flow more freely from his ribs. A pile quickly began to form and Bones pulled his legs toward his rib cage, nearly curling them into himself. Just before he would have been crushed, Bones released his hold around Othello and pushed off. He slid down the slide he had just created though the force knocked a few of his bones loose of their sockets and they rattled into place around him.

An audible gasp sounded from his hollow head as Bones landed with a thud at the base of the sand. He grabbed his fallen legs between his teeth and shoved them unceremoniously, and a bit crooked, into their respective sockets. The skeletal man hoisted himself to his feet with a loud groan, stumbling a few paces as he regained his footing. He ached. It wasn't a dull pain like when he fitted himself with too large a piece but rather a constant stabbing that grew more and more painful with every step he took. He drew his gaze back toward Othello and watched him. Bones had exhausted his bag of tricks. All he had left was what he was born with. (Or what he was created with.) His horns had failed him the first time, though perhaps he needed to aim for something more serious.

Bones lurched forward, though his strides were choppy and uneven thanks to his slightly crooked legs and cracked bones. A rasping and scraping sound echoed from his head, not unlike a strangled breath. Though no breath fell from his jaw. It was clear exhaustion was fatiguing the creature though he would not give up. With a sudden and all too familiar screech, Bones thrust his horns toward Othello's head. The point of the larger one aiming straight for the side of his head, hoping to find the fleshy parts around his eye and find purchase in the tender area around there. "Good byeeeee," he hissed in a high pitched tone, though the meaning was unclear.

ooc ▷ skreeeeeeeeee & edited to update attack counter
summary ▷ Bones realizes he's screwed and let's go at the last minute, rolling down a pile of sand he's constructed using his second dodge. The force of hitting the ground causes some of his legs to fall out of their joints so he quickly pops them back in. They're crooked and he's all over the place as he goes in to try and impale his horns into the side of Othello's head.
words ▷ 638
moves ▷ 5/5 attacks & 2/2 dodges
tagged ▷ Othello
Please note when interacting with Bones, he is not aware he is not alive.
Mild power play allowed, ie touching and entering personal space.
Tag: @[Bones]

Othello Offline

Nonpartisan

  • Gender: Stallion
  • Age & Season: 5 Summer ☀︎
  • Height: 19.3hh
  • Arcana: Mimicry
  • Level:
  • Lineage:
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 12
  • Crystals: 90
  • Played By: Fallen

#19
THUD.

The massive hellion hit the sand with enough force to shatter whatever was beneath him.. but alas there was naught but sand. It was safe to say the behemoth had enough air knocked out of him that he inhaled sharply as he scrambled to his feet. His vision was blurred but he could see that the skeleton he aimed to crush didn't come away from it unscathed either. The skeletal creature slid down the mound of sand after it crash landed, its bones hanging oddly from its sockets. Othello's form was upright now, sand coating every inch and orifice of his body. The tri colored beast shook his head violently to try and clear his vision, while snorting to dislodge the sand that clung to his saliva and snot.

As Othello collected himself his blurred eyes found the ambling skeleton once more. Othello let out a deep, angered whinny as Bones lunged for him. Othello aimed to meet the bastard head on, and so he did. In a fateful moment the vicious horns upon Bones skull met Othello's flesh. The pain was intense but it only angered the behemoth more. The once white bones now glistened bright red as the tip of the first horn made purchase along the surface of Othello's bright blue and violet eye. The second horn was not far behind as it slid beneath the skin, tearing it wide along the side of his bridge. The thick bone of his skull being his only saving grace in this moment. Othello tore his skull upright, feeling the sharp horn tear across his eye and cheek, the vision now fading to red in that singular orb. The tri colored bastard held in his rage but there was no denying you could damn near see the steam rolling off of his pelt.

The bastards chest rose and fell heavily now, blood slowly trickling into his mouth from the tear along his face. His blood dripped from his neck as well, nearly blending into the red and black of his coat while staining the ivory of it grotesquely. Sweat had began to collect along his hide and the sand beneath his daggers became soggy with his blood as he stood. His left eye now held close from the injury and his right blazing, he glared at the demon before him. Be it win or lose, that dreg of black magic would be made to regret this.


TAGGED: Bones
WORDS: 407
ATTACKS: 5/5
BLOCKS: 2/2
NOTES: Having no more dodges, Othello has suffered an eye injury. He will be 90% blind in his left eye.
OOC: well now he'll be cool af with one milky eye and an eye scar. Best of luck!
Tag: @[Othello]

Staff Offline

Architect

  • Gender: Stallion
  • Age & Season: Immortal Spring ✿
  • Height: 10hh
  • Arcana:
  • Level:
  • Lineage:
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 5
  • Crystals: 35
  • Played By: Staff

#20

CHALLENGE RESULTS


BONES VS OTHELLO


for Vromme Sovereign

three judges

Bones:

JUDGE ONE:
  • Quality: 9/10 - Beautifully written!
  • Believability: 7/10 - There were some aspects of his attacks that I questioned, but ultimately for what Bones is you did a decent job.
  • Creativity: 9/10 - All of his attacks were different, and the variety kept things intriguing and engaging.
  • Total: 26

    JUDGE TWO:
  • Quality: 10/10 - Well-written but could have used a bit more proofreading.
  • Believability: 7/10 - Some attacks were a little difficult to believe but mainly I found it unbelievable that he would be able to “pop” his legs so easily back into place without more serious repercussions; especially considering how he does it once without bother and does it again at the end but it’s suddenly painful.
  • Creativity: 8/10 - While not repetitive, there were a few moments where I questioned effectiveness vs cleverness.
  • Total: 25

    JUDGE THREE:
  • Quality: 8/10 - Could have used a bit more proof reading and refining. While I loved the way his character is portrayed there were times I had to re-read some of his dialogue.
  • Believability: 6/10 - This is more to do with Bones' motiviation. There were parts where he was trying to remember what he was fighting for--and while there are always battle hungry power grabbers a-plenty, the fact that the character had to stop and think about what he was fighting for was a little head scratching. Why did he even want to fight for something when he didn't know the outcome or prize? It made for quite an amusing time mostly, but as I said it took me out of the experience a bit.
  • Creativity: 8/10 - I loved the use of the fact he was a reanimated skeleton. Just as a tip for future battles, make sure you refine how you describe some of his wacky attacks.
  • Total: 22
    Grand Total: 73

  • Othello

    JUDGE ONE:
  • Quality: 8/10 - There were some intros to posts that felt incredibly similar/same thought process
  • Believability: 7/10 - For Othello's size you handled his dexterity fairly well, although he is a larger boy so I found it hard that he'd move "surprisingly quick"
  • Creativity: 9/10 - Nothing really "wow'd" me, but nothing was bad either!
  • Total: 23

    JUDGE TWO:
  • Quality: 8/10 - While Othello is an interesting character, I felt he could have been portrayed with more detail and excitement. Also in need of more proofreading..
  • Believability: 8/10 - His attacks and dodges made sense for the most part, but his speed should be reduced because of his size.
  • Creativity: 8/10 - Good use of his superior size for attacks but more imagination would be great to see.
  • Total: 24

    JUDGE THREE:
  • Quality: 8/10 - Decent, solid. Maybe look into branching out a bit with word choices? There was a lot of repetitiveness in some cases with your sentence structure. And, while you were not docked for this, you should look into getting a different color for Othello's speech---the red is really hard to read on the site skin.
  • Believability: 7/10 - Docked for making the big guy faster than he should be. Otherwise, his attacks were okay, but nothing wow'd me--nothing made me sit back and think; "damn, that was a sick move, I wish it had been animated. " Try expanding his move-set and think outside the box. I love when I can see character's using the terrain and other tactics to their advantages in fights.
  • Creativity: 6/10 -  I felt I learned nothing about othello from this battle save for the fact he wants power. Again, I am aware that power-hungry characters exist, but I felt I wanted to know more. A little snippet here of his past resurfacing, or perhaps a memory that he called upon to help him fight the current opponent. I always like to feel like I can slip into the mantle of a character and understand them. It was difficult with Othello.
  • Total: 21
    GRAND TOTAL: 68

  • BONES WINS!


    Tag: @[Staff]

    Bones Offline

    Sovereign ♕

    • Gender: Stallion
    • Age & Season: 13 Winter ❅
    • Height: 17hh
    • Arcana: Necromancer
    • Level: Adept
    • Lineage: Local
    • Species: Equine
    • Posts: 29
    • Crystals: 265
    • Played By: Kiwi

    #21
    Broken. Shattered. Pained. Bones was hurting. His legs were still at awkward angles and the orb within his head seemed to grow duller with each passing moment. Though when everything began to die down and he realized he had been victorious everything about him seemed to flair back to life. Lowering his head he began to adjust his legs back to their proper places before turning his gaze upon the spectators. The mare he had bowed to was still there on the ridge, watching. Bones tilted his head and dropped his jaw, rattling it in her general direction. The closest thing to a smile he could muster.

    He began to move towards her, limping slightly. Every so often the orb would flicker out, no doubt as the pain in his shoulder jabbed him. Despite the obvious injury and weathering to his generally unscuffed body, there was still something imposing about the man of bones. He halted near her, though not getting too close. His unwavering gaze fell upon her and he could see both strength and pain in her. Having mastered his ability to read others as a way to emulate them-- though he could not pick up on specific emotions. He still needed more training in that regard.

    "Greetings," his deep voice rasped, echoing slightly. "What brings you here?" He tilted his head in an almost curious way as he observed her. There was no malice in his words or the way he held himself. He seemingly ignored the rest of those who had come to watch, seemingly fixated on this one horse. It was as if something had drawn him to her. Would she do great things for Vromme? Or was it merely because he had seen her first. Bones hadn't the foggiest but time would tell.

     LaLaurie

    ooc: boooooones
    Please note when interacting with Bones, he is not aware he is not alive.
    Mild power play allowed, ie touching and entering personal space.
    Tag: @[Bones]

    LaLaurie Offline

    Eng Commoner

    • Gender: Mare
    • Age & Season: 7 Autumn ☁
    • Height: 15.3hh
    • Arcana: Spirit Channeler
    • Level: Apprentice
    • Lineage:
    • Species: Equine
    • Posts: 12
    • Crystals: 110
    • Played By: Soupi

    #22

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

    It seemed as quickly as she had stumbled upon the torment, the chaos, it had finished.

    While it was lost upon LaLaurie how anyone could have found someone victorious in such a fray - for there were so many bewildering characteristics - she could only assume that the resolute way the skeleton rebuild himself that he had somehow bested the massive tri-colored brute. Her honeysuckle and umber gaze flicked to the skeleton's opponent, examining his wounds, seeing the way that the crimson, silver, and slate of his hide was painted dark with injury. The red...

    Like a curtain she can only see red upon a cold and steely skied beach. White crested waves barrel behind her on the dark sands, littered with discarded sea weed and stone. And red. So much red.

    Her red.

    Her breath catches a moment, body trembling as her mind wrangles with her sanity. "It's a dream - no, no... it's a memory. It's not real. This has already happened." she hisses to her subconscious mind in futile attempts to shoo away the vivid display encroaching on her reality. "It cannot be real." And it was not real.

    Simultaneously she is greeted and her lids blink away the macabre past, and before her, the skeleton stands. Pale bones much like the color of softer seas hold themselves together without aid, erect and massive in construct, had breathed life and stood before her with sands slipping twixt its ribs without obvious source. LaLaurie eyes the creature, eyes his cracks, the soft glow of the spectral light within his skull and finds herself weary. But it poises her a simply query, as if she had not just witnessed a bloody battle, like they were standing idly within the plains sharing casual conversation.

    For a second she has to remember. What had brought her here? Instinctively her eyes wander (but her visage does not follow), looking for the motes of eternal blackness that would betray Jakob's location, but she is reminded she cannot see him. "What was I doing, Jakob?" she asks of herself. Prompted, recent recollections return to her, of the Bifrost, the Geminus, how they spoke of a House named Vromme. That was right... Vromme. "I'm here in search of House Vromme." her parched lips squeeze her once angelic voice out, but it is cracked, dismantled, and broken. "I had met someone previously who lived here. I seek the same asylum."



    TAGGED: Bones, Othello
    WC: 402
    MUSE: 3/5
    OOC: ...


    coding © soupi
    manip © aliyaahgrl @ dA


    Tag: @[LaLaurie]