The Nightmare versus the Politic

[Spine]

Fighters: Nightmare vs Politic
Fighting For: Politic's Mares

White Nightmare stood at the Conflicts Ground, muscles rippling under thick, bone-white fur. His Shire blood was givin to him for a reason, and now his tall height, strong weight( by muscle) and pure power would be put to use. He was experienced in fighting- having gone to the extreme and created his own fighting style. Now, he was ready. Would the horse come? Or would he refuse like the light coward he was?
Walking To the edge of the grounds, White Nightmare scraped off the monotony by knawing on a tree to sharpen his fangs, and one by one, sharpening his mace-like hooves on a rock.
When he was finished, he walked back to the middle and stretched out, then waited for his opponent.
A cold breeze blew by, but neither White Nightmare's tail nor his draping mane moved.
And he waited.

[london]

<sub>Winds lashed his black peltage as the muscular stag came forth within the lands. A smirk was plastured upon his features, whipcord swayed aimlously, greeting his hocks with a string like sensation.

His massive bulk stopped before the challenging draken, Nightmare. Towers swiveled upon his crown as his smirk remained. A single dagger came upon the geo as to show his readiment for the fight.

"Are you serious? Dare you challenge me for all my fem?" Vocals nearly tuanted forth. Occuli, crowded in trassels, looked upon Nightmare's own.
"I shall challenge ye, accepting this battle. But at the moment I am only willing to stake a single mare, Starlight." Vocals then came forth, oddly calm. A hiss rattled his vox, exscaping his cealed labrums in it's own evilen way.

His smirk only grew as he awaited Nightmare's response. So the goal was differed now, and the stake not as high. Yet Politics knew not this pathetic being before him. Although his thinkbox knew he could win a fued, his blood rippled benieth his coat. Sensations against his will told his differ a new challenge.</sub>

[Spine]

White Nightmare did not say anything. He did not think anything. His mind was clear...
He concentrated upon the one who thought he was a dark. A dark that feels love is not a dark. It didn't matter.
He was taller than the other, being of Shire blood. Larger, too, and that was only an advantage.
"As you may or may not be killed, tell me this: If you truly think yourself dark, then why do you love? Why do you care for others? Why do you fear their harm?"
So the question was finally out. Only then did White Nightmare pay any thought to his other words. Starlight was at stake?.... So? Most likely she would leave anyways.
White Nightmare was now seeming a different equine. He was now a horse built purely for battle. Even then, White Nightmare relaxed himself as the adrenaline coursed through his blood. He let that lone give more strength than what he had, not that what he had wasn't enough.
What he had was more than enough. The adrenaline was for that extra niche of pain. The stallion before him loved other stallions, and that alone made White Nightmare want to paint the other with his own blood. He wanted this stallion to have a taste of Hell.

[Angelness]

((Oh, grr. You know she wouldn't leave... And even if you DO lose, she'd end her life before going back to Politic... N/o to you, P.W., but she doesn't like you, as you might have noticed =P As usual with darks, those are her feelings. Not mine.))

[london]

ooc| Starlight delete your post from Conflicts, it fxcks things up. Also; Starlight you never left the herd unless a stag can claim you, so you are still mine. Follow the rp rules please.


<sub>The bronc chuckled as lryi spilt forth of Nightmare's mug. "Are you dense brute? I know you to be an imposter of darks." Bulk rose in rear yet his mug dare not part a calling.

Quad legged again, towers erect uypon his crown he spoke once more, "Those followed with the dark alliance care not for anyone, outside their herd. but those within their herd have an organ of which the stag pumps for them. Love is something anyone can feel. You know nothing you pathetic creature. You also know not the way of my multi allianced herd." Vox rumbled forth yet another sign of laughter. Attic began to wonder in thoughts; was he actually about to fight such a pitiful dark? Was he actaully going to risk anything for such a dumb minded creature?

The bronc spun about, lithe remained light as he duo beated forth of the Conflicts realm. he made his journey back to Death valley. There was no need for Politics' already scarred peltage to hold yet another wound, from a draken as pathetic as Nightmare.</sub>

[Spine]

(Don't be stupid. You interfeared in your mare's fight, it Warning 2ed things up for me. And running away from a fight is giving up, which means I win. Thanks for giving me your mares without trouble =D)

White Nightmare laughed, slowly and coldly. "You keep them alive? You don't even have the nerve to fight me, a so called "imposter"! If you beleive I'm that weak, why not finish me off and take Starlight?" White Nightmare was laughing cruelly. "I know not of this which you speak of. But now I know why you love. And that's because... You have a heart, unlike me. My body moves because Satan wills it. I have no heart. I cannot feel love. Satan decides what I prefer." White Nightmare's eyes were large and glowing. "Seeing as you run away from battle, it appears that you are contradicting yourself."

[london]

No I never accepted :]

haha noob

[Spine]

Ooc: Ahh, but you didn't reply to my other, about "interfering" with fights. Look who's calling who a Noob. Also, when Politic saw that Starlight was thinking he was a poser (which is Meta-Gaming, since she didn't say it) and Politic said he heard her, that was Noob also. Plus, he said he saw her actions (which is Meta-Gaming again, since she didn't say she did any of those actions) he was running the other way toward a different mare (wasting such energy on a mare- what a poser), and you NEVER replied when this was pointed out to you, because you KNEW you were proved wrong, and didn't want to admit it! Even now, you'll probably never reply, only go on calling me names (which, again is against the rules). Plus, you've posted 1 and 2-liners before (against the rules)! And that's illiteracy, which is *gasp* BEING A NOOB! So don't call me that, when the majority of my posts are 4+ liners. I've been following the rules. Guess who hasn't? Oh, maybe *gasp* the real Noob is YOU!!![/size]

[.Admin.]

Ok ... White Nightmare gets all of Politic's mares and Politic started a new herd ... if there's any questions or conflicts PM me.