Sound check

[Sashe]

Darkness cloaked the land, the shadows creeping across the loam until every inch was covered in the ebony stain. And the heavens above were dark as well; there was no moon to light the way. The stars twinkled as bright as ever, but they were small and did little to illuminate the path. Crickets sang their sharp song as thin wisps of fog began to gather in the long grass. Fall was ending, that was for sure. Chilling nights giving little company to those of solitude. The day had been a warm one, hot and sticky with humidity. Odd for the oncoming season, but never the less he could not complain. So he had a past, quite a horrid one at that. Leading such a band. Hannah, the old flame. And then there was Eclipse. the, the unfaithful. It was all over, his old terrain gone like the others. Desque correct? Well, it seems another shall feel this. Judas. But now the night was falling, and with it came the chill air. At this time of the evening it was hard to remember that it indeed was summer, you could easily forget yourself and believe it to be fall instead. The air was fresh and crisp, and when one breathed it almost stung. His muted footfalls quieted as he halted for a moment before again continuing the journey.

The one of ebon emerged from the devilish corridor he once traveled. Labriums pulled tight, brows colliding in a horrid furrow. Braces outstretched, a collected gate it was. Like a rocking horse who lost its rocker, appendages released from the hold. Apexloomed forwardd, his shadows spreading. Nares of decay flared, cords connected to the rump twisting and twining with the wind. As if the threads wished to leave him at once, but was chained to the flesh of leather coating. The pealed labriums revealed the enamels of a serpent, venom dripping. Hah, perhapshe was to return with a pathetic wench. It will be his for the taking, the pregnant dog due for a delayed trip. Trip to the lands of rouge scarring, the heffars roaming. The very *friendly* persons of the kind group in thesequarters, have you still not realizedd your due trek? My dear it is such a shame, to be left in the dark with no outlet of light. Trapped in the closet, a light bulbb not to be found. None there to whisper in your ear, not to tell you what you are soon to enduree. Oh but perhapsone shall come knocking, the key to your closet in hand. Releasing you from your prison your tower. But then you will realize, your master of a nightmare has come. Chalky soil began to crumble beneath the chipped hooves of Sashe, tendons flexing this the constant throw of columns. A very isolated terrain, he wanted it. Whispers of a recent claim, hah. Judas the name? This did not phase him as the movements never swung idle. Barbs caught a branch as it outstretched near the dial of sashe, ivories snapping the insolent growth in half. The new found remains of what had already traveled through these lands had been quickly sighted and analyzed. Threads of ivory caught in the blank branches and scattered about the array of Halloween themedleafs.

So he was in the right place, the moon now danglingbefore him. Illuminating the charred formation. "Judas, come on now. I am sure you know of my arrival, and of my sure intentions." A short chuckle escaped before the tones picked up again as they battled with the now growing winds. "It would be a shame to be late for such an important date." With that said his heels kicked up, soot spraying from behind the ragged irons as he turned. The twist enforced the bunching of the hind muscles which in turn thrusted him froward as the lengthy leggings pulled out of under the restless formation. To the battle grounds he went, the thump of hooves slowly fading from ear shot.

The tapping began to grow louder, from a tap to a thud, and from a thud to a booming pound. Night began to flee as the hours rolled by, pinches of orange sneaking by upon het horizon. Infanent shadow still dwelled among the regions of heavy foliage, passages of which he traveled. So the tottering had come to its end, Sashe remained idle in the center of this so called battle ring. Waiting for the first victom, perhaps the first of many.

[Lacoon]

OK. Judas has 3 days to reply. He will go first, you second. Each get 3 moves and one dodge. I will be judging this fight. Good luck to both of you.
Lacoon/bay

[Lacoon]

tommarrow its a forefit.