10-01-2017, 12:10 AM
Challenge accepted, let's do this, shall we?
Stats
16hh
Spanish Mustang
No traits
Battle Stats
Strength: 6
Speed: 3
Agility: 1
Intuition: 1
Accuracy: 3
Experience: 0
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cinzel|Megrim" rel="stylesheet"><center><div style="width: 550px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/WNrdwnp.png'); background-color: #cac3b9; #background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; box-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000000; border-radius: 250px 0px 0px 0px;"><div style="width: 540px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/WNrdwnp.png'); padding-top:110px; background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color: #0f0f0f; box-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000000; border-radius: 250px 0px 0px 0px;"><div style="font-family: 'Megrim', cursive; font-size:40px; color: #312d22;padding-right: 200px; padding-top: 20px;padding-bottom: 150px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #312d22; 0px 0px 10px #312d22, 0 0 15px #ada59d, 0 0 15px #ada59d;">Diable Rouge</div>><div style="width: 500px;padding-left: 10px;padding-right: 10px; opacity: .8;font-family: Times; color: #d6cdc1; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; border-right: solid 2px #393228; border-left: solid 2px #393228; text-shadow: .2px .2px .2px #000;">
A call rang throughout the atmosphere by a stallion known to him only by name and his shared position in Tephra's guard. A challenge for him to meet and attempt to win - he couldn't turn down a fair chance to practice his selected trade, could he? He allowed his long legs to traverse the vastly barren plains, vermilion soil nearly the same shade of his coat. Hooves kicked up the land, dry from the summer heat, forming a crimson cloud around him.
Diable Rouge meets the blue stallion in the center of the grassland, chest heaving in and out from his recent journey. He allows himself a moment to catch his breath, two-toned eyes interlocking with Longclaw's emerald hues. He feels a twinge of slight nervousness - his left eye was not what it had been years ago, and the wound his father had inflicted had finally caught up with him. Could he compete when he was nearly blind? The chaser decides it is best to be courageous, and engage in the battle the best he can.
He is first to attack, feeling much more comfortable being on the offense. They are face to face for a fleeting second, before he allows himself to lunge at his adversary's left side. His teeth bare down on the broad shoulders of his opponent and he pulls back with a ripping motion, the metallic taste of blood illuminating his tongue a distant memory. He backs away, staying towards Longclaw's left to get a better view from his right orb - if the blue warg knew the weakness of his left eye, he would certainly use it to his advantage; this was the safest way position to be in. <div style="font-family: 'Cinzel', serif; color: #d3ccc2; font-size: 15px;padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;letter-spacing: 2px;text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #cdc6be, 0px 0px 10px #cdc6be;">in the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet.</div</div></center>
ooc: ugh I'm sorry it's kind of blah. first time doing a challenge post in yearrrrs. thanks for letting me get some practice thought
Stats
16hh
Spanish Mustang
No traits
Battle Stats
Strength: 6
Speed: 3
Agility: 1
Intuition: 1
Accuracy: 3
Experience: 0
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Cinzel|Megrim" rel="stylesheet"><center><div style="width: 550px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/WNrdwnp.png'); background-color: #cac3b9; #background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; box-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000000; border-radius: 250px 0px 0px 0px;"><div style="width: 540px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/WNrdwnp.png'); padding-top:110px; background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color: #0f0f0f; box-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000000; border-radius: 250px 0px 0px 0px;"><div style="font-family: 'Megrim', cursive; font-size:40px; color: #312d22;padding-right: 200px; padding-top: 20px;padding-bottom: 150px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #312d22; 0px 0px 10px #312d22, 0 0 15px #ada59d, 0 0 15px #ada59d;">Diable Rouge</div>><div style="width: 500px;padding-left: 10px;padding-right: 10px; opacity: .8;font-family: Times; color: #d6cdc1; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; border-right: solid 2px #393228; border-left: solid 2px #393228; text-shadow: .2px .2px .2px #000;">
A call rang throughout the atmosphere by a stallion known to him only by name and his shared position in Tephra's guard. A challenge for him to meet and attempt to win - he couldn't turn down a fair chance to practice his selected trade, could he? He allowed his long legs to traverse the vastly barren plains, vermilion soil nearly the same shade of his coat. Hooves kicked up the land, dry from the summer heat, forming a crimson cloud around him.
Diable Rouge meets the blue stallion in the center of the grassland, chest heaving in and out from his recent journey. He allows himself a moment to catch his breath, two-toned eyes interlocking with Longclaw's emerald hues. He feels a twinge of slight nervousness - his left eye was not what it had been years ago, and the wound his father had inflicted had finally caught up with him. Could he compete when he was nearly blind? The chaser decides it is best to be courageous, and engage in the battle the best he can.
He is first to attack, feeling much more comfortable being on the offense. They are face to face for a fleeting second, before he allows himself to lunge at his adversary's left side. His teeth bare down on the broad shoulders of his opponent and he pulls back with a ripping motion, the metallic taste of blood illuminating his tongue a distant memory. He backs away, staying towards Longclaw's left to get a better view from his right orb - if the blue warg knew the weakness of his left eye, he would certainly use it to his advantage; this was the safest way position to be in. <div style="font-family: 'Cinzel', serif; color: #d3ccc2; font-size: 15px;padding-top: 20px; text-align: center;letter-spacing: 2px;text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #cdc6be, 0px 0px 10px #cdc6be;">in the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet.</div</div></center>
ooc: ugh I'm sorry it's kind of blah. first time doing a challenge post in yearrrrs. thanks for letting me get some practice thought