06-12-2020, 02:48 PM
As proposed here, a mock battle.
https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=27048&pid=104937#pid104937
Stats:
Leilan
16.3 hh
Draft-baroque-warlander type build
Ice scales (aesthetic), glowing tattoos, immortality, darkness aura, ice dragon shifting
It’s been some time since he last had any sort of battle, or even battle practice, even if some movements and muscle memory never truly fade. With that in mind, @[Skeleton Ghoul]’s announcement had been a welcome change of pace - especially now with the young @[Alcinder] in tow, he felt like this would be a great opportunity. He’d once ignored the call of a far too young stallion, but the pointy-toothed Percheron hybrid would be an actual challenge. For this one, he would show up, he had decided, and told Oceane and Castile’s kid that he could watch if he liked so they could go over tactics later, or stay at home if he’d rather, and other forms of battle practice should be discussed later. It’s not Leilan’s responsibility to have him show up; only to offer him opportunities of learning.
The weather is pressing and humid in Taiga this time of year, but the ground is dry. Not dusty, thankfully, as the undergrowth and grasses keep the soil together as much as the red trees do themselves. The scaled roan finds the sea-mist has potential use, but it is unpredictable and could possibly create deceptive images when moving around; his eyes adjust with heat vision for a moment before he blinks it away - an advantage over the overly-large stallion, if he could use it fast enough. Had Leilan been traitless, he would never have taken on this male, but rather avoided a direct confrontation. However, his shifting ability, a combined upgrade from traits he’s had before, more than makes up for the lack of knowledge of the terrain - if he doesn’t trip over a tree root. If he doesn’t fully shift - the dragon shape would be larger than the horse, true, but it would be too confining beneath the canopy.
The other male is huge, for a horse, and broad, a hybrid draft on draft. Leilan is smaller and slightly leaner, which in this environment might not be bad after all. He takes note of the man’s teeth and licks his tongue past his own; they’ve changed long before he noticed it, as usual. Most of all, the silver roan wants to test his shifting abilities in battle - find out the level of his control and put it to the test.
He finds the large male waiting in a clearing, and the roan scrapes a hoof through the soil to test its consistency; deciding not to make use of claws for now, as his legs are sturdy enough and more familiar to the ice-attuned male. His vision finds the other’s position easily through the mist, but Leilan is in no hurry to make his first move; he is prancing in place to warm up his muscles first, and hardens his scales consciously to the dragon-type that he knows from when he’s shifted. Only then does he start a slow trot towards the other, and advances with building-up speed. He remembers his earlier battle with Jesper, and pulls up his Aura trait; back then it had been Ice, but the freezing cold is now his offense instead of defense. No, his current Aura trait is one of Darkness, and it is with these black shadows that he approaches, masking most of his movement. Some would fear the look of an inky spot charging them, but Leilan expects little of it today - his challenger hadn’t seemed the nervous type. The aura still makes him harder to see, his movements harder to spot, and especially, the focus of his eye can’t be judged - and that’s the most important part for now.
He closes in and swerves to his own right side, his opponent’s left flank - he hopes for the other to move forward as well, otherwise he’d come dangerously close to the tree line. If Skel stays put or moves in a somewhat straight line forward, Leilan will swerve a little further to the right, away from the man. He plans to attack with one other trick that has never failed him before - his icy breath, which would deal damage in the way of frost burn if it hits full on, possibly even causing blisters on the man’s skin if he hits him too close. But this is a mock battle, and he puts some distance between himself and the Taigan before he attempts his hit. Most of all the cold, even if he misses his target on the middle of the man’s side, would hopefully cool down the muscle and slow the other down. If it’s really bad, it might cause cramps, too, but Leilan doesn’t stay still long enough to find out.
The roan finds himself close to the trees, and has to continue to swerve away from the larger stallion in order to avoid both a possible counter, as well as a clash with the redwoods hidden in the thick mist. He increases speed by a little to get away, even when galloping through the trees, and rounds a large half circle to come back to the clearing. By now, he has dropped the darkness aura, unable to keep it up when combined with the ice attack and his dragon-eye vision: thankfully the large shreds of mist still cloud most of his shiny ice, covering his dragon scales, and the metallic gold in his mane. He is still weary of the summer sun blowing holes in that kind of cover, though, and his pinned ears twitch in an attempt to still catch the sounds. He is tensed, keeping his head close to his body. His opponent knows this forest better than he does, so he keeps an eye out too, switching between heat vision and his normal hawk-eye vision repeatedly in hopes of spotting his mock partner long before he runs into him.
https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=27048&pid=104937#pid104937
Stats:
Leilan
16.3 hh
Draft-baroque-warlander type build
Ice scales (aesthetic), glowing tattoos, immortality, darkness aura, ice dragon shifting
It’s been some time since he last had any sort of battle, or even battle practice, even if some movements and muscle memory never truly fade. With that in mind, @[Skeleton Ghoul]’s announcement had been a welcome change of pace - especially now with the young @[Alcinder] in tow, he felt like this would be a great opportunity. He’d once ignored the call of a far too young stallion, but the pointy-toothed Percheron hybrid would be an actual challenge. For this one, he would show up, he had decided, and told Oceane and Castile’s kid that he could watch if he liked so they could go over tactics later, or stay at home if he’d rather, and other forms of battle practice should be discussed later. It’s not Leilan’s responsibility to have him show up; only to offer him opportunities of learning.
The weather is pressing and humid in Taiga this time of year, but the ground is dry. Not dusty, thankfully, as the undergrowth and grasses keep the soil together as much as the red trees do themselves. The scaled roan finds the sea-mist has potential use, but it is unpredictable and could possibly create deceptive images when moving around; his eyes adjust with heat vision for a moment before he blinks it away - an advantage over the overly-large stallion, if he could use it fast enough. Had Leilan been traitless, he would never have taken on this male, but rather avoided a direct confrontation. However, his shifting ability, a combined upgrade from traits he’s had before, more than makes up for the lack of knowledge of the terrain - if he doesn’t trip over a tree root. If he doesn’t fully shift - the dragon shape would be larger than the horse, true, but it would be too confining beneath the canopy.
The other male is huge, for a horse, and broad, a hybrid draft on draft. Leilan is smaller and slightly leaner, which in this environment might not be bad after all. He takes note of the man’s teeth and licks his tongue past his own; they’ve changed long before he noticed it, as usual. Most of all, the silver roan wants to test his shifting abilities in battle - find out the level of his control and put it to the test.
He finds the large male waiting in a clearing, and the roan scrapes a hoof through the soil to test its consistency; deciding not to make use of claws for now, as his legs are sturdy enough and more familiar to the ice-attuned male. His vision finds the other’s position easily through the mist, but Leilan is in no hurry to make his first move; he is prancing in place to warm up his muscles first, and hardens his scales consciously to the dragon-type that he knows from when he’s shifted. Only then does he start a slow trot towards the other, and advances with building-up speed. He remembers his earlier battle with Jesper, and pulls up his Aura trait; back then it had been Ice, but the freezing cold is now his offense instead of defense. No, his current Aura trait is one of Darkness, and it is with these black shadows that he approaches, masking most of his movement. Some would fear the look of an inky spot charging them, but Leilan expects little of it today - his challenger hadn’t seemed the nervous type. The aura still makes him harder to see, his movements harder to spot, and especially, the focus of his eye can’t be judged - and that’s the most important part for now.
He closes in and swerves to his own right side, his opponent’s left flank - he hopes for the other to move forward as well, otherwise he’d come dangerously close to the tree line. If Skel stays put or moves in a somewhat straight line forward, Leilan will swerve a little further to the right, away from the man. He plans to attack with one other trick that has never failed him before - his icy breath, which would deal damage in the way of frost burn if it hits full on, possibly even causing blisters on the man’s skin if he hits him too close. But this is a mock battle, and he puts some distance between himself and the Taigan before he attempts his hit. Most of all the cold, even if he misses his target on the middle of the man’s side, would hopefully cool down the muscle and slow the other down. If it’s really bad, it might cause cramps, too, but Leilan doesn’t stay still long enough to find out.
The roan finds himself close to the trees, and has to continue to swerve away from the larger stallion in order to avoid both a possible counter, as well as a clash with the redwoods hidden in the thick mist. He increases speed by a little to get away, even when galloping through the trees, and rounds a large half circle to come back to the clearing. By now, he has dropped the darkness aura, unable to keep it up when combined with the ice attack and his dragon-eye vision: thankfully the large shreds of mist still cloud most of his shiny ice, covering his dragon scales, and the metallic gold in his mane. He is still weary of the summer sun blowing holes in that kind of cover, though, and his pinned ears twitch in an attempt to still catch the sounds. He is tensed, keeping his head close to his body. His opponent knows this forest better than he does, so he keeps an eye out too, switching between heat vision and his normal hawk-eye vision repeatedly in hopes of spotting his mock partner long before he runs into him.
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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