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Post by sunchaser on Jul 24, 2009 15:22:02 GMT -8
I, Shi'ka, challenge the King of Arden for his Kingdom and all that lies within it.
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Post by frostylover on Jul 24, 2009 15:37:03 GMT -8
Markus Gorgon answered this man's challenge. "Why do you challenge me?" he asked irritably. “I am the king of Arden, and I would not expect this from one of my own. I rule this land with kindness and with a heart. It puzzles me why you would want to fight me for me throne." The king said confused about the man's intentions.
"I am King Markus Gorgon. The soul ruler of this land, and I demand to know your full name. For if you are to battle me, I need to know who you are. Plus, I wonder if it is even worth fighting you for the throne. I will fight an honest and worthy man. But if you are a liar and a cheater I will fight only because of rules, but it will not be a fight you will wish to be in." He told the man who had challenged him.
"So open your mouth and be out with it. Give me your name and your story and then we can fight. But I shall warn you first, I will defend my land with my blood. Like so many of my ancestors before me." Markus said. His father had ruled before him, and his father before that. The list goes on until the beginning of Arden, and he would not give this land up easily.
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Post by sunchaser on Jul 24, 2009 16:05:37 GMT -8
[glow=red,2,300]
Shi’ka moved onto the fields. He chuckled softly as wind whipped around him and rain plastered his black mane to his neck and back. He put his hands together and cracked his knuckles laughing softly to himself as lightning sounded in the distance. He looked out at the field and he could smell the blood as well as see the dried blood and bones around the area. Some had come to die here and others just to fight. He was here to fight. Maybe kill but Shi’ka would figure that out later. Right now he was just waiting for his opponent to arrive.
Markus gorgon… that’s the name of the one who was king of the human lands called Arden. Shi’ka had taken an interest in becoming king of the land and so he had sent a messenger to the castle to get the king. Shi’ka would see how strong this Markus was. The male was strong and he had not had a good fight in awhile. However he had some fun recently with about three females that where pregnant now and about 10 others that he just had fun with before dragging off and killing them at his leisure.
Shi’ka was not one to mess with. Rain cascaded down ebon locks and the other human came into view. Shi’ka smirked as he watched him come forward and accept the challenge. He was shorter then Shi’ka but a couple of inches which would work in Shi’s favor. His hair was short but black similar to Shi but he didn’t really care about hair. He took in the rest of him, well muscled check. Arrogant? Check. He chuckled quietly to himself as he gave a smirk and a very low bow before straightening and narrowing his silver and blue orbs on the king.[/glow]
[glow=black,2,300]”Hello Markus.”[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300] The orbs narrowed more as he took in the movements of the male. The rain pounded around the two and would make the fight more fun. There would be slipping and maybe even a little wrestling. The thought worked with Shi’ka. Only thing that he was worried about was where the male would hit. If he was hit low it would cause him to moan and would put him in more bliss. Well… maybe worried wasn’t the right word. He just had to control himself and make sure his mind was focused on the fight not what could have happened between the two.
As some have probably figured out by now Shi’ka was bi. He went for both he guys and the girls. The girls just had a little more to offer him at the moment so he spent most of his time with them. But the guys can be fun to especially when they are unwilling. They would hit him and punch him and just plan hurt him which caused all the more pleasure for the tall male.
He listened to the males words and a laugh escaped the succulent lips of the male. He crossed his arms lightly over his chest as he looked at ‘King Markus Gorgon’. He smirked as the male spoke and kept speaking and speaking and speaking. Finally he rolled his eyes and shook his head.[/glow]
[glow=black,2,300] ”All you do is talk huh Markus? And I’m amazed you don’t recognize me ‘king’”[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300] He chuckled as he shifted his weight to be on his right side as he looked at him.[/glow]
[glow=black,2,300]“I challenge you cause I want your land Duh. My name? My name is Shi’ka. And believe me I’m more then happy to be in this fight. However if you want it to be a fight to the death I’m more then happy to have that be the terms. But I was going to let you live and serve me but eh your choice.”[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300] Shi’ka looked at the others with his silver and black eyes, letting the rain wash between the two. Yes this was the best day for a fight. Especially one with a male. Shi’ka watched him, looking for weaknesses though he had not moved yet or started his attack. Right now he was just learning about his opponent. The male moved around the other watching shifts of weight and the way the other looked. If only it was another day it would have been something other then a fight if Shi’ka had his way.
Once Shi’ka was settled and had his mind in the right frame he made his move. He didn’t punch the male but kicked out aiming for the back of the knees to try and bring him down. Wiether it worked or not he would find out. Not waiting he took his nails and scraped it down the others arm wanting to harm and wanting to smell the blood of the other.
Sweat soon mingled with rain though as the male moved, slashing with his nails as a female would but they where more like claws. He would send out a punch every now and then at the stomach or back wanting to hurt him and bring him to his knees. He didn’t know if he connected with any of them for he was just moving. The fight was a dance to him. The dance of the dead that had been carried out for generations.
Black hair streamed around him. Some would think of this as a weapon but the more pain caused the more pleasure Shi’ka felt. Every blow that the other would cause would cause a moan or some other sign of pleasure. Just anticipating the fight while he was attacking cause a purr deep in his throat. Yes it would be a fun and interesting fight. Only question was how would it end?
Rain came down and thunder clashed in the distance. Already the ground was getting muddy under foot and so Shi’ka had to be careful where he stepped. He wore no shoes but that was cause he didn’t need them. Actually the only thing the male wore at the moment was pants. They fitted him well and would not get in the way of the fight like shoes or a shirt would. With the other in full clothes and having just taken a coat out that was a idiotic move on his part. But Shi’ka was more used to a feral type of fight the animalistic side. For he defiantly was an animal.
[/glow]
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Post by frostylover on Jul 24, 2009 16:19:52 GMT -8
Markus smiled. "Ah, Shi'ka. It is nice to meet you, although I would rather have it on different terms." The King said. He dodged many of the male’s attacks, but it was hard to avoid the punches and the slashes the man threw at him with his claw like nails. Markus aimed for the man's throat. One good hit could bring him down like a rock, or kill him even. Markus used his feet too, trying to bring him down. The rain poured down on him, he was glad he had shed his coat and only had his pants and shirt on. Otherwise he would be dragged down by the weight of the drenched heavy coat.
Markus loved his land more than anything else. But he had not noticed, but others around him might. He took barely any interest in romantic relationships with women. It was very unlike a king. Yes it was weird, but Markus had not noticed. He was normal as far as he was concerned.
Sweat beaded down the king's forehead as he fought. This man was taller than he, and longer hair. Shi'ka had a silver eye and a blue eye, very unique. It was a shame they were fighting. They could have been friends. What it could have been. Markus forgot about what could have been and concentrated on fighting. He threw a punch here and there. But he chopped at Shi'ka's throat many times. Markus was bruised and scratched by the man but refused to fall.
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Post by sunchaser on Jul 24, 2009 16:40:34 GMT -8
[glow=red,2,300]
Shi’ka rolled his eyes as the male spoke. However he was moving, graceful as a hawk, strong like a tiger and fast like a snake. He worked, throwing his punched and clawing at the male. Whenever he was close he would attempt to bite the male to try and rip flesh from his skin.
The other attacked him with his own fists and kicked out at him. Shi’ka smirked as some hit him causing the moans to actually come and his eyes to half closed. However he kept his mind on the fight and moved around the male. He kicked out again at the knees to try and pull him down as well as using the rain to his advantage.
When the male went for his throat Shi’ka went down to the ground. Not because of the hit but because of his next attack. He pounced at the male, aiming for his midsection to try and bring him down. If he was on the ground then Shi’ka would sit on his stomach and pound at the others throat and face if not then Shi’ka would be up and circling again. He dodged another attack to his throat, letting it graze him but he also let another punch hit. By now he was bruised but no blood was on him for the other couldn’t draw it. He wasn’t using his nails and if he did they probably weren’t as sharp. But Shi didn’t know that cause he hadn’t been hit by them yet.
Shi’ka didn’t notice the sweat or anything he was truly focused. He was the hunter and this was his prey. He backed off for a moment to let his senses come to him giving him a quick respite from the pleasure he was being given. As he was male you could easily see that he was happy. He chuckled to himself before throwing himself again at the male and trying to wrap an arm around the males throat.
How he wanted to taste the others blood run over his tongue. The sound of bone breaking beneath the fragile flesh of this human. It wasn’t a tough battle in the way or being against a sword or against powers but it was a good fight. Shi’ka chuckled as he felt some blows hit and others bounce off. However he wasn’t tired yet. He could go on for hours though of course a hour had already pasted with the short exchange so far.
The rain still came down heavy and had no sign of clearing up but that worked. It made the scene more better. A king fighting a demon on a corpse field. Best scene for Shi’ka. He loved the smell of the blood coming from the male as well as the older blood form around it. It teased his senses in both was. He had blood lust and he wished to get it.
Shi’ka went again using his fangs as well as his claws to draw blood. He truly hoped he would succeed in at least getting some blood on him. He wanted it so bad right now it was incredible. Who knows maybe after the fight was done Shi’ka could get Markus to help break in his bed.
[/glow]
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Post by frostylover on Jul 24, 2009 16:47:37 GMT -8
Markus felt the males teeth and claws rip[ at him. He wasn't as fast, bust was strong and had endurancy. He kicked at the man's lower body. He was focused on the fight. But when the man moaned when he was kicked it... turned him on. It was weird. But he kept fighting. He went low and reached and arm out to the man's leg, hoping to grab it and puled him down.
He did not speak anymore. He wanted to bring this man down, but not kill him. His hand reached high on the man's leg, and between. He hit the man and he himself shuddered for some odd reson. Enjoyment maybe? He was confused about this feeling but would keep fighting, no matter the blood.
The king started using his fingernail, which were fairly long. He tore at the man's legs and body. he would not give up.
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Post by trigonometry on Jul 24, 2009 19:16:16 GMT -8
POINT DISTRIBUTION
Grammar:
Sun: +3
Frosty: +2
Longest Post:
Sun: +2 [1,063 words]
Frosty: +0 [252 words]
Best Single Sentence:
Sun: +2
“The dance of the dead that had been carried out for generations.”
Frosty: +0
Nothing really stuck out. :[
Easiest Post to Understand:
Sun: +2
Frosty: +1
Most Poetic:
Sun: +2
Frosty: +0
Best Weapon/Power:
Sun: +0
Frosty: +0
DEDUCTIONS
Spelling:
Sun: -5
Frosty: -6
Power Playing/God Modding:
Sun: -0
Frosty: -3 “His hand reached high on the man's leg, and between. He hit the man…”
Punctuation:
Sun: -.5
Frosty: -.5
RESULTS
SUNCHASER: 5.5 points
FROSTYLOVER: -6.5 points
Sun is the victor.
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Post by sunchaser on Jul 24, 2009 19:17:31 GMT -8
what did i miss spell?
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