Post by Acidity on May 6, 2008 17:25:05 GMT -5
This is logs between me, Acidity, and a male buffalo by the name of Hellbound.
This fight was merely for Aci to prove to Mistreat that she was worthy of an acceptable rank.
This fight was consent-approved. ->
You say, "{ Hi. }"
Hellbound: [ hey. ]
You say, "{ Would you mind if we roleplayed? }"
Hellbound: [ XDDD sure, but if u r gunna try to kill me, good luck. ]
You say, "{ k... }"
You say, "{ Ill go first. }"
Acidity. Dillusionally self-proclaimed sovereign strut across the plateau of never ending green; the unmistakable hue nearly obscuring eyes with it's blinding neon shade. None the less, she was on a mission to find the animal that would guarantee her a spot in the royal ranks of the hierarchy, and when this damsel wanted something, she always claimed it - some way or another. And so, how coincidentally it was that, on such a fine and blissful afternoon, she would stumble across an elegant creature calmly going about it's business. Now, without doubt, it's lumbering mass of fat and fur made her skeptical of her chances, but her arrogant determination stumped the growth of her backing down. Casually, she lingered amongst the tree's silhouettes- their physiques casting long, luminous shadows across the valley. She would have camouflaged more efficiently if it wasn't for her stunning ivory appearance.. but some just don't get lucky.
Hellbound stood, shaking his massive head, grand "antlers" almost weighing down his whole head, yet with his robust shoulders, he survived. Obviously, with such short legs he stood no chance of a surprise attack but luckily for him his keen senses- mostly smell; that is; gave him an advantage. He smelled that mutt coming from yards away.. but he didn't know from where..
Acidity. Perfecto.. she was about to slink over to the ideal spot for an unknown charge, but by the sudden change in the atmosphere, and the shuffling of the bear-like thing, that, unfortunately, was somewhere beyond the limits of her intelligence, she stopped. She had been sensed, and this lady would have sworn under her breath if it hadn't have been for her instincts stopping her. She slowly stepped away from the foot tall grass and slunked over to an area directly beside the thing's right leg, so, she was close enough that those scrawny little legs wouldn't be able to run fast enough away from a charge or aerial attack, and also, she wouldn't be phased by any bucking. She would aim for the shin directly underneath the knee- the easiest accessible- and the easiest to break as it was purely bone.. lacking barely to no fat and no fur. Instantly, if attack was successful, she would break the leg so the thing would not be able to run fast enough to get away, and it would not be able to buck with the support of only one leg to fall on.
Hellbound gave a great bellow when the thing flew from the trees, successfully landing a spot on his leg. The pressure was applied and Hellbound stomped the mighty foot, trying to know the wolf's jaws from it. He would try and turn to stomp on the wolf with his front legs, but if his attack was not to come through, he would try to run away to safety in his herd lands where others would come to save him.
Acidity. Beautifully coordinated attack came through- her diabolical mind constantly whipping up the grandest of all schemes to unleash upon the already eccentric world. There, she snapped the leg. It isn't like she could miss.. but yet, she came out with a big chunk of her perfectly permed little tail. As she was about to flee from her attack; which worked; and before she could even get fully out of reach, the beast stepped on the better part of her tail; and; making a grotesque face to express her disgust; she had no choice but to let it get ripped away. A feminine whimper erupted from the depths of esophagus as she stopped, out of reach, for only a second to tend to her wound. But she could do more of that when the job was done. In prodding, she would run just out of contact and snap in a hostile gesture at the mass of fat, and then before it could turn and start limping away, she would scamper to it's other side and threaten to rip out it's guts if it made another move- (even though, eventually, it would be the fate of it..) And, currently, she was indeed enjoying torturing her feast.
Hellbound. He made a loud bellow and on three legs tried to run after the wolf that threatened to take away his life and enjoying that he had hurt her tried to do more damage. he could not rear for his back leg was busted but he tried to stomp on her with a single hoof. if it worked, she would be dead because a wolf cannot survive the weight of a buffalo but if his attack was unsuccessful he would try again to limp away to safety.
Acidity. Ha! As if she would take mercy on this pitiful; (yet she had to admit, majestic) thing, then that would be the end of her queenly atmosphere and reputation! No, it would suffer under her iron grip and only when she had it begging for mercy would she finally kill it.. or sooner, being she was running out of full potential daylight. As she had been before, out of reach, the thing's meager attack did not reach her, but before it could even turn, she ran as quickly as her agile legs could carry her to it's other side to attempt to snap it's other back leg in the same fashion as the first.
Hellbound. he tried to turn but, obviously, with how heavy he was, it was merely impossible. the mutt got a hold of his other back leg.. he would not let her break this one as if she did, he would be as good as dead. before she had a chance to break it he tried to impale her with his horns that even though they weren't as big as a buck's maybe, they were still sharp. If his attack was successful;l she would be dead.
Acidity. A low, nearly submissive- but not entirely- cry erupted from the bowels of her throat and echoed off the grand, old walls of the area. She had, indeed, broken the leg.. but with a price to pay. The thing's horns had scraped a good bit of her shoulder and, indeed it was futile to use, she held in her diabolical plans that would unleash on the wrong individuals at the wrong time.. so now, she limped on three legs.. (Which wasn't as bad as the other's, not even being able to walk..) And she would gunna go into the kill. Mwahahhahha.
Hellbound tried to balance on a mere 2 legs but he soon found out that gravity was not kind... it was impossible for him to be held up on only two legs so he fell with a great thud. the whites of his eyes starting showing and he cried for the help of a bystander. now, he had a little bit of an advantage. it was too furry around his lower body for her to kill him, so she would have to reach his chest or head that were guarded by his mighty horns. lets hope they don't fail him...
Acidity. Well, great Plan Acidity.. except for one thing. You forget about the horns that guarded the only place able to kill one of these things.. As so, Aci did find out that attacking anywhere else would be nearly futile because of the mounds of pointless fur. She would just have to risk it. She went behind the lump of disgusting thing, (that she couldn't imagine someone of her status eating yet convinced herself that it was appetizing), And, in plain few of her opponent, striked for the back of his throat. This was merely a distraction. While it was trying to hit her; nearly blindly because he wouldn't fully to be able to see where she was if he had thought she backed up; she slinked up over to it's front and attempted to wrap fully capable jaws around the portion of neck just behind the cheek bones. If successful, she would hold the neck firmly in place and press upon the chest to hurry up the process of suffocation.
Hellbound, using his instincts, tried to attack Acidity at the back as she had predicted but then was cut off short when she tried to get to his front. He tried to twist his head before she had a good grip to hurt her shoulder more, but eventually.. he started to fade away. this world was not obviously made for him and he would be going to a much happier place with no pain or suffocation but "hear this out acidity others will find out and come looking for me and when they do they will smell you on my carcass and come looking for you" and then he died with a promise that his friends would hunt down acidity.
Acidity. And so this officially dubbed her superior over this pathetic excuse for an animal that she had thought was once so pure and modeling. She dismissed it's threat as a simple grudge for being killed, and other then that, she thought nothing of it. It had died; without dignity, from her point of view; in her might grip. So, head thingyed heaven wards and a macabre howl erupted from chest cavities in call to Mistreat, but if her attempt to not leave her carcass up to the public was futile, she would none the less go and fetch him.
The End.
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This fight was merely for Aci to prove to Mistreat that she was worthy of an acceptable rank.
This fight was consent-approved. ->
You say, "{ Hi. }"
Hellbound: [ hey. ]
You say, "{ Would you mind if we roleplayed? }"
Hellbound: [ XDDD sure, but if u r gunna try to kill me, good luck. ]
You say, "{ k... }"
You say, "{ Ill go first. }"
Acidity. Dillusionally self-proclaimed sovereign strut across the plateau of never ending green; the unmistakable hue nearly obscuring eyes with it's blinding neon shade. None the less, she was on a mission to find the animal that would guarantee her a spot in the royal ranks of the hierarchy, and when this damsel wanted something, she always claimed it - some way or another. And so, how coincidentally it was that, on such a fine and blissful afternoon, she would stumble across an elegant creature calmly going about it's business. Now, without doubt, it's lumbering mass of fat and fur made her skeptical of her chances, but her arrogant determination stumped the growth of her backing down. Casually, she lingered amongst the tree's silhouettes- their physiques casting long, luminous shadows across the valley. She would have camouflaged more efficiently if it wasn't for her stunning ivory appearance.. but some just don't get lucky.
Hellbound stood, shaking his massive head, grand "antlers" almost weighing down his whole head, yet with his robust shoulders, he survived. Obviously, with such short legs he stood no chance of a surprise attack but luckily for him his keen senses- mostly smell; that is; gave him an advantage. He smelled that mutt coming from yards away.. but he didn't know from where..
Acidity. Perfecto.. she was about to slink over to the ideal spot for an unknown charge, but by the sudden change in the atmosphere, and the shuffling of the bear-like thing, that, unfortunately, was somewhere beyond the limits of her intelligence, she stopped. She had been sensed, and this lady would have sworn under her breath if it hadn't have been for her instincts stopping her. She slowly stepped away from the foot tall grass and slunked over to an area directly beside the thing's right leg, so, she was close enough that those scrawny little legs wouldn't be able to run fast enough away from a charge or aerial attack, and also, she wouldn't be phased by any bucking. She would aim for the shin directly underneath the knee- the easiest accessible- and the easiest to break as it was purely bone.. lacking barely to no fat and no fur. Instantly, if attack was successful, she would break the leg so the thing would not be able to run fast enough to get away, and it would not be able to buck with the support of only one leg to fall on.
Hellbound gave a great bellow when the thing flew from the trees, successfully landing a spot on his leg. The pressure was applied and Hellbound stomped the mighty foot, trying to know the wolf's jaws from it. He would try and turn to stomp on the wolf with his front legs, but if his attack was not to come through, he would try to run away to safety in his herd lands where others would come to save him.
Acidity. Beautifully coordinated attack came through- her diabolical mind constantly whipping up the grandest of all schemes to unleash upon the already eccentric world. There, she snapped the leg. It isn't like she could miss.. but yet, she came out with a big chunk of her perfectly permed little tail. As she was about to flee from her attack; which worked; and before she could even get fully out of reach, the beast stepped on the better part of her tail; and; making a grotesque face to express her disgust; she had no choice but to let it get ripped away. A feminine whimper erupted from the depths of esophagus as she stopped, out of reach, for only a second to tend to her wound. But she could do more of that when the job was done. In prodding, she would run just out of contact and snap in a hostile gesture at the mass of fat, and then before it could turn and start limping away, she would scamper to it's other side and threaten to rip out it's guts if it made another move- (even though, eventually, it would be the fate of it..) And, currently, she was indeed enjoying torturing her feast.
Hellbound. He made a loud bellow and on three legs tried to run after the wolf that threatened to take away his life and enjoying that he had hurt her tried to do more damage. he could not rear for his back leg was busted but he tried to stomp on her with a single hoof. if it worked, she would be dead because a wolf cannot survive the weight of a buffalo but if his attack was unsuccessful he would try again to limp away to safety.
Acidity. Ha! As if she would take mercy on this pitiful; (yet she had to admit, majestic) thing, then that would be the end of her queenly atmosphere and reputation! No, it would suffer under her iron grip and only when she had it begging for mercy would she finally kill it.. or sooner, being she was running out of full potential daylight. As she had been before, out of reach, the thing's meager attack did not reach her, but before it could even turn, she ran as quickly as her agile legs could carry her to it's other side to attempt to snap it's other back leg in the same fashion as the first.
Hellbound. he tried to turn but, obviously, with how heavy he was, it was merely impossible. the mutt got a hold of his other back leg.. he would not let her break this one as if she did, he would be as good as dead. before she had a chance to break it he tried to impale her with his horns that even though they weren't as big as a buck's maybe, they were still sharp. If his attack was successful;l she would be dead.
Acidity. A low, nearly submissive- but not entirely- cry erupted from the bowels of her throat and echoed off the grand, old walls of the area. She had, indeed, broken the leg.. but with a price to pay. The thing's horns had scraped a good bit of her shoulder and, indeed it was futile to use, she held in her diabolical plans that would unleash on the wrong individuals at the wrong time.. so now, she limped on three legs.. (Which wasn't as bad as the other's, not even being able to walk..) And she would gunna go into the kill. Mwahahhahha.
Hellbound tried to balance on a mere 2 legs but he soon found out that gravity was not kind... it was impossible for him to be held up on only two legs so he fell with a great thud. the whites of his eyes starting showing and he cried for the help of a bystander. now, he had a little bit of an advantage. it was too furry around his lower body for her to kill him, so she would have to reach his chest or head that were guarded by his mighty horns. lets hope they don't fail him...
Acidity. Well, great Plan Acidity.. except for one thing. You forget about the horns that guarded the only place able to kill one of these things.. As so, Aci did find out that attacking anywhere else would be nearly futile because of the mounds of pointless fur. She would just have to risk it. She went behind the lump of disgusting thing, (that she couldn't imagine someone of her status eating yet convinced herself that it was appetizing), And, in plain few of her opponent, striked for the back of his throat. This was merely a distraction. While it was trying to hit her; nearly blindly because he wouldn't fully to be able to see where she was if he had thought she backed up; she slinked up over to it's front and attempted to wrap fully capable jaws around the portion of neck just behind the cheek bones. If successful, she would hold the neck firmly in place and press upon the chest to hurry up the process of suffocation.
Hellbound, using his instincts, tried to attack Acidity at the back as she had predicted but then was cut off short when she tried to get to his front. He tried to twist his head before she had a good grip to hurt her shoulder more, but eventually.. he started to fade away. this world was not obviously made for him and he would be going to a much happier place with no pain or suffocation but "hear this out acidity others will find out and come looking for me and when they do they will smell you on my carcass and come looking for you" and then he died with a promise that his friends would hunt down acidity.
Acidity. And so this officially dubbed her superior over this pathetic excuse for an animal that she had thought was once so pure and modeling. She dismissed it's threat as a simple grudge for being killed, and other then that, she thought nothing of it. It had died; without dignity, from her point of view; in her might grip. So, head thingyed heaven wards and a macabre howl erupted from chest cavities in call to Mistreat, but if her attempt to not leave her carcass up to the public was futile, she would none the less go and fetch him.
The End.
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