[.x.] Dappled czar beats proudly over crimson-hued terrain. Curavture is arched proudly, silvery banners fall raggedly over dark amber oculi. By his side beats a flaxen belle, her radiance apparent even from a distance. Ashen streaked maw is drawn gently over the czar's orion shoulder, librims are parted to utter a few hushed lyricals to the King. The Princess wraps her nape around the czar's; then draws back a few paces to gaze comfortingly into his orbs. Radiant tiara is dipped to the young brujo; features are graced with a courageous smile as unblemished hinds are swung around to face bak toward the hills which lead away from the hollow. Daggers take the Princess a few steps away from her sib - Dancer halts once to consider Autumn one more time afore breaking into a steady three-beats and gradually growing fainter and smaller upon the horizon until she is naught but an alabaster dot upon the blood-washed hills.

Autumn watches Dancer leave him with a smile upon his cerebrum; muscled pillars are brought into motion to embark with a steady, never once faltering two-beats. Flints fall silent upon the topography, silvery mist swirls round his hocks. As he nears the hollow, it becomes apparent to the King that the Lord is not there. Soft growl is emitted from vocals as keen harks flicker attentively to see whether they can catch any sign that Illishar is approaching. He is not without fear; but a desire to strike down the brute overwhelms any other emotions he may be feeling. Strong hinds propell the brujo forward - fore daggers slice the oxi threateningly as vocals let loose an impatient scream for the brute - laced with hatred and a desire for their combat to begin. Right flint slices through the sod with ease as the young King swishes is banner with apparent impatience - awaiting Illishar's appearence. [.x.]

The damned one made his way into the terrain with a slow grace. He was in no rush and he hurried for no one. His keen eyes watched in the distance as a pearl tinted beast rode away. He was sure it was Dancer. It seemed Autumn could not show his face anywhere without his precious sibling. He snorted, hate for them btoh consumed him. He continued his walk through the twisted branches of the trees that surrounded the terrain.

Harks pricked slightly as a scream was heard. Autumn was getting impatient. Good, let his blood boil in madness as he awaites his death. Illishar strode into the hollow clearing after a few minutes. He turned his gaze to a tree in the distance, it's middle was gone and had a hole big enough for a horse. It was the exit back into the lands. The winner walked proudly through that tree to return home, while the loser....

His gaze moved to Autumn standing in the distance. He arched his nape proudly, his cran angled downward and a fore dagger moved forward. His other fore dagger was drawn up slightly so that it rested off the ground. His librims curled into a snarl as his gaze returned to Autumn's pools. The proud czar paused, his stance one of grace and power. His whipcord flicked back and forth in annoyance.

He parted his librims and returned Autumns screams with his own cold one. He watched as the mist swirled around their legs, giving the terrain an erie look. Illishar took it as an omen from the Dark God, he must smile `pon this fight. He was sure the god looked upon Illishar for this fight, for Autmn was no friend to him. Dark clouds moved in slowly from the sky in an unexpected manner. He hoped it did not rain. The last thing he needed was a slipepry underfoot.

The brute's cran lowered to watch Autumn. This was it. The time of judgement. He reared up and lashed at the air with his fore daggers, expecting Autumn to do the same. A few leering movements then they would charge and the bloody fight would begin. He paced slightly in front of Autumn, his cran lowered to protect his nape. He moved like a caged lion yearning to be free.

"Ladies first my dear compadre."

[.x.] Harks prick attentively as they catch the steady flint-falls of the Lord. Cold gae is turned to the advancing figure; crown is held high defiantly. A low growl rumbles from his chords in obious dislike of the czar. Swinging his rump around to enter the hollow, high-stepping two-beats allowing his knees to be visible above this damned mist. Gaze falls upon Illishars cocky features, stormy pools narrow in distaste as he approaches. Curavture is arched proudly, muscles rippling below the surface in a display of strength as daggers emabrk into the makeshift arena. As the hellion passes him, Autumn straightens out one foreleg and performs an exaggerated bow to the brute, as one might do to an adored and revelled King. Careful to keep his cerebrum out of range of the Lords daggers, the dappled czar raises his crown slowly and locks orbs with Illishar, a sarcastic smile gracing his visage, deep amber pools filled with hatred and disgust.

The King follows the Lord into the sandy circle, daggers making soft imprints in the blood-touched terrain. Haunches are swung around suddenly so as to allow to masc to face Illishar. Mirroring the actions of Illishar, Autumn too swings up onto his hinds, daggers lashing the oxi furiously and with a desired purpose - to kill. Growl is emitted from chords - as the King lands with a thump upon the loam whipcord is swished in annoyance, impatient for the fight to begin. As the brujo speaks orbs narrow in distaste, no response is uttered bar a deathly hiss, puncturing the eerie silence and echoing around the hollows. All fights began the same; a final few displays of strength to intimidate the opponent, and then the real fighting would begin. Well, playtime was over now. Curvature is lowered, crown is tucked under carefully to shield his vunerable jugular, where his life bubbles near to the surface. Daggers move in a jogging motion; but the czar makes no advances to the shadowed brujo - frame is folded slightly to move into the perfect fighting stance. Harks flicker attentively, his mind on the battle. Orbs track every movement Illishar makes, his frame is poised and ready to dodge any sudden advances. Agile pillars make no movement - visage is blank and free of emotion, leaving no worry of the Kings features betraying his next actions. Once more - the czar allows a growl to flow from his chords, informing the czar without words that this is going to be no walk in the park. [.x.]

Post One


Illishar watched as the King followed after him into the arena type clearing. He continued to pace, his pillars carrying his frame in long and proud strides. He waited for the King to attack. Seeing as none would come he smirked. Experience took over in this part. The first attacker always had the upperhand. He paused in his movements, almost making it look like a slip in his walk. Perhaps he could make the King believe his muscle was hurting from it's earlier blow. He faltered in step again, to make sure his plan would work.

Then suddenly, on a moments notice he charged at the young stag. His dark frame was a blur as his cran lowered once more to protect his tender jugular. He dove at Autumn's haunches but at the last minute swerved and aimed for his side a little higher up. He hoped to ram him with his chest and maybe knock him over. Or at least take the breath out of him. Without even pausing, his daggers rose and savagely dove at Autumn's legs wanting to break this fragile bone.

He daggers halted for another moment, but without giving Autumn time to react he opened his maw, revealing deadly pearls. He dove like a hungry wolf at Autumn neck, hoping to tear at the soft skin and vein so that he would bleed out. Even if Autumn dodged he would still clamp his strong jaws `pon the flesh of his shoulder. He was sure he had taken Autumn by surprise and now knew his plan. If he continued to savagely attack the young stag without breaks he would overpower him. He threw his bulk against Autumn, hoping to shove him once more. He was bigger and stronger, he would use that to his advantage.

Post One - Autumn

[.x.] Attentive pools consider the brujo's faltering stride with some caution; hind pillars step slowly sideways to pivot the dappled masc to follow the advancing path of the Lord. As the brujo falters again, Autumn readies his pistons to strike, but his plan is cut short by the charging of the brujo. Caught unwares, Autumn swings his haunches out of range hastily, wincing slightly as the stag slices through the hide on his belly. Cursing himself for falling for such a low trick, he pivots his front pillars and sends his hind daggers flying through the oxi toward the stags crown, pools already tracking the attack to his lower pistons. Leaping out of range, the masc pivots sharply and snaps savagely at the hellions flesh, aiming to clamp his jaws around the tender skin upon the base of the czars cerebrum. Giving a slight hiss of pain as he feels the brute pearls upon the dappled flesh of his nape, Autumn pulls away sharply from Illishar, feeling the skin stretch and then tear slightly as he rips his flesh from the jaws of Illishar. Blood beginning to stain the peltage around the laceration as the next wave of pain roars through through him, Autumn puts aside the pain and tips upwards onto his hinds, daggers flailing dangerously into the path of the brute as he sends a light-quick strike with his right daggger to the stags haunches, aiming to slice through the flesh on the brutes hind with one swift blow. Feeling his dagger connect with something, Autumn has no time to see what it is as the sturdy bulk of Illishar rams into his upright frame, tipping him off balance and almost knocking him over. Daggers scrabble to retain his leverage on the rough terrain, Autumn growls and is forced to land from his rear, flints making a loud thump upon the terrain as they hit the sandy loam.

Having less than a second to regain his stability, obsindians scrape against the geo as Autumn pushes back with the same force as Illishar is pushing into him, muscles straining with the effort of holding the brujo back. Maw parts to snap ruthlessly at the masc's nape; in order to cause the brute more pain he aims to twist the flesh with one quick flick of his crown. Muscles crying out for a reprieve, Autumn realises he has no chance of winning this battle with mere brute strength, as Illishar is obviously blessed with physical attributes more advanced than his. But Autumn has a sharp and quick-thinking mind that would make any warrior envious, and he realises that if he is to triumph over the brujo, he will have to fight with his head, not only with his hooves. Strength may grace the Lord's veins, but his bulk will almost certainly slow him down, whereas Autumn moves with an agility rarely seen in brujos his age. Letting go of whatever he has clamped within his jaws, Autumn breaks rapidly from a halt to a gallop, hoping that, with the sudden absence of his frame, Illishar will overbalance and be felled by his own momentum. Curvature does not turn to survey whether or not his plan has worked, but still Autumn lashes out with a well-placed kick of his hind pistons, knowing he has no time to check whether or not the blow will fall before he has executed the manoeuvre. Daggers thump against something soft, Autumn does not pause to see whether his blow has fallen upon his desired target. Letting loose a cold scream from his vocals, the silvery masc pivots sharply on his hinds and leaps back toward Illishar, jaws snapping at the brutes nape as daggers thrust forward to aim for his unprotected cage. [.x.]

Post Two

A smirk is rested upon Ilishar's maw as his dagger slices the other's belly. His plan had worked and it was only the first of many tricks to use on the foolish King. Illishar ducks in time to protect his sensitive crown as the bastard's daggers miss his cran and instead land on his back. His bulk allows for his balance to remain steady as he rears up slightly to remove the daggers from his back. He can feel blood dripping down his side from his back but ignores it.

Snapping jaws are quickly followed as Illishar prances quickly out of reach, his balance nearly lost that time. His step falters before he rights himself. He went on with the attack, watching as Autumn is injured by his pearls. A dagger hits his chest, but not enough power is behind it to pierce the skin. Illishar's continues to throw his weight against the light stag. He slowly gains ground with help of his strength. He feels jaws snapping at his nape, ocassionally reaching the skin around his nape and shoulder. He to struck out at the brute, his jaws aiming for right below Autumn's cran, where his neck is most sensitive.

Suddenly the weight is lifted and gravity works against Illishar. He falls to one knee before quickly standing and taking off as the King had. He kicked up just as Autumn' daggers meet his haunches. He too feels a hit, hoping it was Autumn's leg he backs off slightly. A small stream of crimson drips down Illishar's thick hide and down his leg. Illishar jumps back as his quick reflexes catch Autumn charging for him. He quickly charges as well though instead of Autumn meeting him with his daggers Illishar hopes to meet Autumn with his weight once more. He feels his pelt push against Autumn's, hoping he is at Autumn's side or shoulder.

Fore daggers quick off the ground as he begins to rise. He starts to rear slowly, hoping to either knock Autumn over or force him to rear as well. He bends his nape, his jaws snapping for Autumn's sensitive leg bone. If he can get a good grip he could tear a muscle or even break the bone. He then raises his head and begins to assault Autumn's jugular. His pearls strain to grasp that tender tissue and tear at it, tear the vein and life source. His maw grasps something, not even pausing to see what, he begins to shake his mighty cran back and forth. He hopes to tear the skin apart in this vicious way and cause Autumn great pain.

Post Two - Autumn

[.x.] An infuriated growl comes from the chords of the brute, and orbs darken in fury as he sees the cocky smirk of the brujo. Cursing silently as Illishar dodges the assault on his cerebrum, Autumn's fury is pacified slightly as he spots the trickle of crimson liquid running from the stags back. The masc feels cold air whistle past his frame as the hellions pearls miss his nape by millimetres. As his plan to overbalance the hessian works, and Illishar falls to the geo, Autumn catches his breath for a second afore plunging toward the czar, daggers at the ready, aiming a deadly strike to the base of his cerebrum, where the skull meets the nape. Knocked off balance as the Lord strikes him with a fore pillar, a small trickle of his crimson lines runs from his nape, the flesh sliced by the brutes daggers, only missing a vein by inches.

Finding himself struggling once more to overcome the power behind the shadowed beast, Autumn growls loudly, attempting to draw the brujo's attention away from his side, where at the moment the brute is inflicting great pain as his flints pierce the tender flesh of his belly. Feeling a slightly reprieve from the pain, Autumn has no time to consider whether or not his plan has actually worked, or whether it is just his frame finding ways to numb his suffering, as he sees the charcoal frame of the brute slowly beginning to rise over him, casting a dark shadow upon his silvery hide.

Quickly flicking his cerebrum out of range as Illishars fore pillars flail dangerously close to his crown, Autumn decides to meet the brute head-on, and also rears, jaws snapping at the brutes audits savagely. If his pearls manage to close around their desired target, it will be excrutiatingly painful for the beast, which is what Autumn is attempting to so. Squealing slightly in pain, and also suprise as the brujo attempts to grab hold of his vunerable jugular, where his life source bubbles near to the surface, the King quickly pivots to the side, his nape taking the full force of the blow. Writhing in pain Autumn sends a lightning-quick blow with his hind pillar to the brujos back pistons, hoping to knock them out from under him and so free his flesh.

Tearing away from the beast, Autumn feints to the left side of Illishar, only to swerve at the last second to the right and attempt to ran the bastard with his shoulder, hopefully overbalancing him for a moment. As he flashes past Illishar's frame, the dappled masc kicks out at the joint of the brutes upper and lower right pillar, aspiring to bruise the tender flesh, impairing his movement or hopefully shattering the ring of cartilidge inside. [.x.]

Post Three

The brute rose with all his strength as his jaws began to snap terribly close to Autumn. He snarled as his jaws came in contact with flesh, Illishar soon realizing this was the bastard's nape. The brujo swung his cran back and fro, hoping to tear the skin off of Autumn's bloody pelt. A scream was heard as the stag's jaws grabbed Illishar's flesh just below his sonar.

The skin was thin so he easily shook the stallion off, but not without loosing some of his flesh. He snorted as blood slowly made it's way down the side of his cran. Illishar was caught off gaurd as he felt a blow on his leg, because Autumn and he were writhing it wasn't an aimed blow to his bone. Instead the beast's dagger had cut the flesh slightly.

His librims curled into a disgusted snarl as the brujo moved away. His gaze met Autumn's as the stallion turned to charge back at Illishar. Illishar moved to the side, though his shoulder was still bumbed aside in the process. He watched as Autumn kicked out at him, but due to Illishar's movements, Illishar was now out of range. Illishar pivioted and quickly dove for Autumn's unprotected haunches. His jaws open, hoping to clasp a great chunk of flesh.

As his jaws snapped shut he felt something reside between his pearls. He gave no moment to ponder what and instead began to painfully tear once more. Hoping to hold Autumn in place with the pain the stag kicked out at the royal's pistons. He was hoping that a stray dagger would easily break the bone of the frail pillar. Illishar continued to tear and kick visiously, making it clear he wished to win this fight by any means nessesscary. After a while the brute hoped Autumn had became distracted by his unmerciful attack.

Illishar tore away from Autumn's haunches and quickly ran past him, kicking up at the last minute hoping to catch his chest and knock him back. Turning upon his haunches he rushed to meet Autumn head on. With a sudden movement Illishar's form lowered to where his shoulder met just underneath Autumn's chest. He continued to charge hoping to ram his shoulder into Autumn's legs and knock him down. He felt his shoulder connect with flesh and he began to throw his overpowering weight against his foe.

Post Three - Autumn

[.x.] Backing off slightly as the brujo rises above him, the royal growls slightly in pain as he feels a sharp stab of pain just above his shoulder, where the dappled flesh is being brutally assaulted by Illishar's pearls. Squealing loudly as the stag shakes his cerebrum violently, Autumn manages to rip his flesh from the jaws of the brute, the thin hide torn partially, although the blood flow is nothing significant. Growling in a challenging manner into Illishars sonar as he screams in pain when Autumn grabs his flesh just below his auds, the young King lets go abruptly and leaps a few paces away, only to spin round with astonishing agility and dive toward the bastards unprotected belly area, hoping to slice the flesh with his daggers and pearls. Feeling whatever he has clamped within his jaws slip away from him as Illishar bounds away a few paces, Autumn has a moment to regain his breath and revitalise his muscles for a second, afore springing into actions once again. Meeting the fiery gaze of the opposing brute as he charges, hind pillars propelling him quickly as he dashes toward Illishar, he raises a brow and snarls savagely, telling the brujo without words that has not won yet, and Autumn still has plenty of fight left in him. As Illishar dodges, the dappled brujo locks his fores and slides to a sudden halt, pivoting sharply to snap at the brutes jugular, hoping to catch him off guard and grasp on to the delicate life source.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Illishar's cran move toward, pearls bared, and kicks out with as much force as he can muster, hoping to shatter his skull or at least stun the stag for a moment or so. Feeling his daggers connect with something, he has no time to ponder what as he feels the jaws of the older brute clamp down upon his haunches, tearing the flesh and drawing a fair amount of blood from the wound. Snarling loudly Autumn bolts forward, tearing his flesh from the jaws of Illishar with relative ease. Illishar may think he is winning this fight, but Autumn still has a few tricks up his sleeve, and has absolutely no intention of giving up. Charging once again at him, he makes to go to the left, and then feints to the right, and then changes back to the now unprotected left side of the brujo, hoping to fool him with a double-bluff. ramming the Lord's side with his shoulder and snapping at his haunches, shaking his crown viciously and clamping down with as much force as he can, aspiring to cause him as much pain as is possible. Not willing to let go, Autumn jumps slightly as he feels a dagger connect with his hind pillar, but it does little damage - merely scraping some of the skin and leaving him with a small stinging sensation. Turning for a moment and feeling a dagger hit upon his chest, Autumn backs off for a moment, knowing that there will be a bruise there later, but as suddenly as he backs off, he springs forward and rams into Illishar's frame, pushing with all his might against the overpowering force of the Lord. Moving forward, repeating his trick of using Illishar's overwhelming force against him, the dappled brujo kicks out with a lightning-quick strike, quicker than his earlier one, aiming for any part of Illishar that he can see..

Not really knowing whether he has hit Illishar or not, the young King pivots sharply toward the brute, and tips up onto his hinds, fores flailing dangerously close to the bastard's cerebrum. Meeting the brujo's orbs for a moment, he throws his crown and lands from his rear, snarling savagely as he aims to kick and tear any part of Illishar that his daggers and pearls can reach, still keeping a close watch on the brute's jugular,waiting for the moment his pearls can clamp upon it, and if this happens, he will no intention of letting go. Feeling the flesh within his jaws ripped away, Autumn looks quickly to the side to see Illishar advancing quickly upon the terrain toward him. Attempting to leap out of range, Autumn has only just realised what Illishar is doing before the brute rams into his left pillar. It does little damage, it has merely folded up due to the force of the brujo's form. Autums hops awkwardly to the left and Illishar starts to ram him, acting as though his pillar has been severly damaged by Illishar's attack. Allowing himself to stumble slightly, Autumn secretly readies his frame for the moment Illishar begins to take advantage of, what he must think, is a very serious injury. [.x.]

OOC: wait your last post confuses me....I left off with Illishar was pushing against Autumn's body with his own. Maybe i'm just not seeing it but where does Autumn fight back or avoid that part of the fight?

OCC: A have a new plot for Illishar, but he has to loose in order for it to work. So can we say you won? I understand if you still want me to post until the fight is offical over. Or if you want I can just have Illishar forfeit.

Oh okies B) errrm you can just have Illishar forfeit - Autumns ego needs boosting a bit xD

A sharp pain hit the stallion's pillar as Autumn carelessly kicked outwards. Illishar snorted, ignoring the pain. He could still fight and therefore he could still win. His thoughts were imediatly interupted as the sun kisser's daggers flew towards his dream box. Reflexes set in motion as the lord quickly stumbled backwards away from the threat. In his quick movements he twisted his leg. A new pain suddenly worked it way up the injured limb. But he was still standing. The brute wouldn't give up. Suddenly the king was there again, his pearls holding onto Illishar's shoulder. Illishar was more experienced and stronger. But here is where his age was failing him. Autumn had the speed and strength of youth. Illishar was beggining his painful fall downward. In a desperate attempt to rid himself of the bastard, he visciously aimed a kick towards the wretch's face. Suddenly the stag was free. Flesh was torn where it had been assualted and streams of blood trickled down his shoulder. But it was a small cut to him, nothing to worry about.

And then it was his turn to attack. In great leaps he had rammed the masculi. Illishar poured all his strength and power into the one hit. However it was too much for his won injured leg. The lord leaped away before the King could begin to fake his injury. Without any warning his hurt leg crumpled, as if exhausted and it had given up the fight. The brute remained still for a moment, trying to regain his sretngth. He attempted to stand but once more his pillar collasped. The stag screamed in pain as he felt something tear within. He snorted and in a desperate attempt lunged for the King, his pearls ready to capture flesh. The stud jumped back before the king could attack him in turn. Illishar knew that if he stayed he would be killed. He could not fight back. Quickly, and without a word, the royal equine gritted his teeth and stood. Turning as best he could, he limped gracelessly out of the terra. A glance backwards was all that was given to the king. A silent promise that this was not over. The young ruler was still Illishar's enemy. With that, Illishar disappeared, heading for the lands of the twisted equines.

As Illishar stumbled, Autumn hesitated slightly, taking advantage of the brief halt in the fighting to catch his breath, readying his muscles for an the attack he expected to follow. As none came, the stallion prepared to deliver a crushing blow with his hindquarters. He stopped himself from doing so as the Lord fell yet again, realising that something was wrong. His injury didn't look like something Autumn had inflicted upon him, so, adhering to the codes of honour laid down by the ancients, the stallion waited for Illishar to regain his balance and return to the fight. An angry growl reverberated around the walls of the ancient hollow as Illishar lunged for his shoulder, warning the brute not to tempt him to kill him now. Cautiously, he watched as Illishar clambered inelegantly back to his flints, searching for any subtle hint which might show his next actions. And as suddenly as the warrior within in him rose, it fell yet again as Illishar turned away from him. The brute passed by him without a word, save for that one glance, filled to the brim with fire, anger, and the promise that it was not over. But it was for now.

So there Autumn stood, as silent as the cold air around him, watching the retreating form of his enemy. He felt no satisfaction, no elation, no sense of glory as the stallion limped painfully away from him. It was over. For now. With a soft whicker he turned homeward, to the delicate V-shape of the rolling hills, where the sun was a small glimmer upon the horizon and the sky was stained a rich, vibrant crimson. The light fell upon him as he stepped out from the shadows of the hollow, back out into the light. As the moon ascended gracefully into the sky Autumn raised his eyes heavenwards, his eyes tracing the familiar lines of the constellations. The North star glinted overhead, guiding the youthful equine as he walked slowly home, occaisionally flicking his tail in discomfort as his wounds stung in protest at his movements. Illishar would return, Autumn was sure of that, but the question was exactly what the manner of his arrival would be.