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EBS Round II | Barbary Battle

Fargonon

Published: Jun 26, 2016

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_{The sun's yellow and orange rays spanned across the sky, like arms reaching out to embrace the evening. With the Tournament Round One over and done, the remaining horses were all confident in their skills and preparedness to go on to the Semi-Finals, but of course only a few would succeed in the Ring. There was one match remaining for the night; and Iron Horse Stable's own Leoni Ludae raised his head to greet the sunset. He squinted his icy blue eyes in the yellow light, breathing out a soft sigh. As usual, the massive barbary was calm and non-nonchalant. Nothing in the world could seem to phase this stallion -- well. Most everything. His firstborn son, the rebellious Bacchus, was the only thing his handlers had ever seen him become angered at. Leoni Ludae had heard through the tangled, matted grapevine that his son had lost Round One of the Underground Pit Fight. Jude blinked, almost too boredly, at the thought. His son probably had no idea that he knew about his scurrying about in underground affairs, but Leoni was not bothered enough to do anything about it. Bacchus was a lost cause, ever since he began hanging out in Alcatraz' pasture. The two were a bad combination and Jude had no desire to see either of them.
Jude perked his ears and followed the small tug on his halter as his handler led him towards the wide, circular ring. The announcer announced his name and his chest swelled, along with his manes puffing out, making him appear at least three times larger. The stiff hairs began to thrum as he twitched and rattled them. The massive stallion began to feel the thin lining of his nostrils pool up with warm blood, making them redden as his adrenaline rose. He pranced, yet still calmly so, as his competitor came into view. He lifted his head in interest -- he recognized the other stallion, though the last time he had seen him he was just a foal. It was another one of his own sons, a barbary like himself. His goat contrasted Leoni's greatly, with it's white glare and Jester stripes and bay coat peeking out under leopard spots. It was Lucky Dork, he mused, now remembering the younger stallion's name. Both stallions nodded in acknowledgement to each other before both horses were unhooked from their leads and the gates shut behind them.
Leoni shook his head as if to rid it of the feeling of the stiff leather halter. He stood patiently, waiting for the bell. The other stallion did the same, and snorted, stomping his foot. His manes began to puff as well, and his nostrils grew redder with each moment. Leoni arched his back in a stretch and kicked out a back leg; the joint popped in an answer.
DING!
The bell's chime rang out briefly before Jude launched out of his end of the arena. Both stallion's manes were rattling, and it created an almost deafening noise coupled with the cheers of the crowd and the calls of the handlers. But the sound of the audience and the thrum of the stallions seemed to melt away momentarily as both huge Barbaries leaped at one another. Time seemed to move in slow motion; Leoni Ludae's front legs splayed out in a power-grab stance, while Lucky Dork sprang at him as if he were preparing to leap an obstacle. The two locked eyes, Leoni curled his lip, and at the last moment both stallions turned their heads to avoid what would have been a possibly fatal stabbing to both, as they both possessed many pairs of lone horns. The large chests and shoulders of the stallions slammed into each other, causing both Ballators to suck in a shocked breath at the impact.
The force of the slamming caused both of the large equines to glance off each other's sides, their large manes providing a cushion. Leoni spun on a heel, quicker than his son could, and butted the younger horse with his towering glass horns. Lucky Dork stumbled but quickly regained himself, snorting at the surprise. "You've grown!" Leoni called, shying out of the way as Dork spun and wheeled to try and catch him. "As have you--" the Appaloosa yelled between pants -- "although, sideways!" Leoni had to laugh, though it was sharply cut off by a jab to his side. "Oh, I'm offended. But the meat harvest has been kind to me!"
Leoni left the playful banter behind then, and returned his mind to the battle at hand. Lucky Dork was a fine Wrestler, as he was coming to realize. He matched him step for step, wheeling and butting and body-slamming. The two stallions began to heave and puff; they slammed into each other one last time before both of them reared up -- the light was drawing to a close, as was this battle.}
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It's not my best, but I tried ;0; art block is not good!

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TSDTR

Jul 6, 2016

oh you ! Shush ! This is pretty !
I really like the perspective you choose and the colors are very pretty !
I love how my boy look in your style.
They are both so pretty ! Big fluffy boys with their blue horns *3*