Wanna Start a War? (Stephani vs. ???)

[nala]

It was a harsh crunch, like the sound of broken bones, that rung in Steph's ears. The snow was stained with shadows of looming overhead clouds. The expanse of land, however, was a pristine white. Blood hadn't been spilled here in ages; fighting at all hadn't happened in quite some time. Peace hung like a velvet cloth over the homeland. It made the grey mare uncomfortable. She'd grown up dysfunctional. Dysfunction was like the air she breathed. Steam rolled off of her well heated body as she stood still at the end of a straight line of tracks. Her tail, darker then her body, hung nearly to the snow, which was deep enough to cover her hooves. Her mane, drenched in her own sweat, hung just below her shoulder.

Blood may not have stained the ground, but the little mare had her fair share of markings. The left side of her face bore the mark of her family, warriors of old. Crimson in color it mimicked the sight of a bloody face. Her eyes widened as she felt the sudden thirst in her throat. She wanted to fight. She wanted to hit something. She wanted to taste blood. She was angry and she didn't know why. All the mare knew was she needed to bite something.

ooc: so basically there haven't been any fight threads. Ive been pissed off lately. Wanna fight? It'll give me a story for my pretty new girly. This doesn't need to be judged and I'm thinking we can just run it 3 attacks, 2 dodges each post? Then when we feel its done its done. I'd appreciate the opponent to be a reasonable size for her to take. She's tough but small.

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Rumour had it that these lands where for the aimless fighting of men who had something to prove. She had heard tales of these places, women and their children had been gained and lost on this very soil. The debate over who owned what fell no where but here within the borders of this bleak desolate land. The very ground seemed to be coloured permanently crimson, the air soaked with the metallic tang of blood spilled from fights long past. So it was with a level of distaste that the ebony femme picked her way through the barren ground. In the lone season that she had been here amongst these creatures she had seen nothing worthy of her time. Now as she followed fresh prints in the earths loose sand she hoped that she was able to leave a lasting mark on these plains and its inhabitants before she departed once more.  Near a year had passed since her initial escape from the only life she had ever known. Four seasons without direction or orders to follow. Without a sense of direction or purpose. She knew no skills nor did she hold any desire or ambition for life itself. The only thing she knew how to do was to follow an order, live for the cause and fight for its never ending existence.  In the absence of orders to follow Lex had begun to create her own. As foolish as it was, childish as she knew it to be she sought out only one thing. To do what she knew how, to fight even if there remained nothing to fight for.  She approached head on, her unknowing opponent seemed to be waiting for her. As if she too wanted to feel the numbing sensation of war, the feeling of red hot adrenaline pushing you beyond your potential. Coming to a halt some paces away Lex lowered her stance, dark black gaze flicked rapidly over the smaller mares frame. She was coloured strangely, having come from a land of black and browns it continued to astonish Lex how many varieties seemed to exist, even in such a seemingly small space.  No words were spoken, no thought was even given to introducing herself. They both stood alert and waiting in the land that was set aside for blood lust anger. She knew better than to make the first move, however she may just need to make her intentions clear. Yet still she sat, weight thrown back over well muscled hindquarters shoulders light and limber ready to swing to either side to avoid a blow. Silently, patiently she sat waiting for the fea to crouch down too or to make a first move. Whatever came her way she was ready, the orders may be coming from none but herself, but they were orders and right now that was all she needed to function. All she had left.  ooc; I am sorry, Lex is 16hh. However she sees her height as a disadvantage.  I just have anger to vent, hope this is  what you wanted.

[nala]

ooc: so sorry Miss. I've been so busy! We can still do this if you want though?