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PEGASUS :: Flying Race, Round THREE - Official - 09-25-2012 :: FLYING RING COURSE :: The first round starts by taking off at the ENDLESS BLUE, and will last 72 HOURS. Please be sure to note the description of the land, as follows: Suddenly, the rings take a sharp right, turning over the Thistle Meadow. The land below is clear and dotted with trees and a clear, beautiful river. Here, the rings disappear inside large, thick and fluffy clouds, making them easy to miss. However, the sky clears as the sands of the Endless Blue appear, the warm southerlies propelling wings forward and making the final dash fast and exhilarating. The Moon Goddess hovers above a rock formation, and the final ring is just before a gathering of the other species on the ground. You will be flying through an intricately arranged course of RINGS, being held in the air by large birds, called in especially by the Moon Goddess. These rings will progress from green to blue, with varying shades of turquoise in between, as you reach the end of the ENDLESS BLUE Course. It will also overlap above the airspace of the THISTLE MEADOW before the final stretch to the ENDLESS BLUE. Here are some rules to note:
You may post sabotaging other characters, but this will not affect the official rankings. HAVE FUN! CURRENT RANKINGS FROM ROUND TWO
Leander +1 Merakerr Vikram Azzuen Midas Jaydan Hector ------Did not post ------ Leliel -2 Xira -2 Shamsiel -4 Onni -4 Enki -4 Alisier -4 Sierra -4 Beyral -4 Valhalla -4 RE: PEGASUS :: Flying Race, Round THREE - Leander - 09-25-2012
RE: PEGASUS :: Flying Race, Round THREE - Sierra - 09-25-2012 The mare felt the heat of the sun beating down on her. She pushed herself on, her wings aching. She was falling behind, which was not allowed in her book. She beat her wings, taking a sharp turn before passing through a ring. She was now flying over the Thistle Meadow. She could barely make out the rings due to the large fluffy clouds. The mare passed through yet another ring, the cloud soaked her as she did so. She flew through another ring, the clouds cleared as she made out the sand of the Endless Blue. The mare watched the color of rings change, turquoise, blue and green hues. She felt drawn to these colors, and beat her wings harder, adrenaline coursing through her. The mare could see the blue rolling waters of the Endless Blue, which scared her a little, thinking about the vast, never ending waters. She quickly focused, flying harder than she had ever done before. Word Count: 160 RE: PEGASUS :: Flying Race, Round THREE - Midas - 09-25-2012 RE: PEGASUS :: Flying Race, Round THREE - Ázzuen - 09-26-2012 Keen gaze looks ahead, noticing the next line of wings veer suddenly off to the west. Azzuen spreads his wings and glides a moment, before tilting himself, so much so that his right wings bows down and points to the earth below, while his left reaches to the heavens above. Bringing his head up over his back, he steers himself around the corner; this was the most effective method for one with his sized wings to make sharp turns. Once he is back on course, he does not hesitate to beat his wings faster, and faster again. Irises are a brilliant blue now, though they are ringed with a vibrant indigo as happiness to see the finish line, with his family awaiting, builds in anticipatory knots within him. He uses the anticipation as fuel to go onwards, allowing the excitement of completing the race to further rise his heart rate. Between each rings now, he flew harder and faster, pushing himself to the limit. His eyes gradually alter with each ring they pass through, though it is hard to see as the low-lying, thick cloud swallows several of them. Azzuen does check his speed here, and ensures to tuck his wings in tight as the chill of flying in a cloud dares to mess with his head. Damp with precipitation and sweat, the charred steed emerges from the clouds now, using the air currents swirling around him to push him even faster. Foam coats his wing joints, and further darkens his already dark hide, but he is high on adrenaline, and with a broad grin on his face he flies through the final ring over the beach where he and his mate had spent so many a loving moment. The blue of the ocean is reflected in his eyes, just as the final ring is tinged with it. The Goddess of the Moon, (he assumes it is she), stands before them, and he calls a sweet melody to her as he passes, dipping his crown and wings to her in a General's salute. His deep voice speaks of gratitude for the opportunity to race, however the song is short lived as his body requires he focuses upon breathing and restoring the depleted energy supplies for his muscles. Azzuen entered a steady glide, that circled the area, and wound land only when instructed to do so. He beat his wings every now and then, but for the most part relied upon the thermals to carry him about. Happily he could see his beloved daughters and mate, and whatever the outcome, he was proud to be able to call himself their father. RE: PEGASUS :: Flying Race, Round THREE - Random Event - 09-26-2012
Leander takes the lead, but the clouds make him miss a ring, pushing him back one place!
Sierra sees this and catches the ring right on time, leaving him in the same placing. RE: PEGASUS :: Flying Race, Round THREE - Jaydan - 09-26-2012
RE: PEGASUS :: Flying Race, Round THREE - Merakerr - 09-27-2012 It startled the young gryphon to see so many others falling behind her as she flew, surprised her that she was progressing so well. But it was a momentary feeling, for there were still more rings to fly through. These ones were ocean hues, green and blue and every shade in between. This pleased her, even if the first several were difficult to spot at times through the cloud cover. The fact that they changed directions rather harshly at one point didn't help matters. But she persevered, until her sharp eyes caught sight of the finish. Then she strained for speed, hoping her smaller, more aero-dynamic figure would lend itself to her advantage. The ocean was just ahead, and the skies noisy with wings and the steady low roar of the surf, the cheering of the on-lookers below the final ring. Were her friends here? She didn't spare a moment to look, concerned even a moment's lapse of concentration would have her colliding with another racer, to her loss. There would be time after, to look. RE: PEGASUS :: Flying Race, Round THREE - Vikram - 09-27-2012 The Forest lay behind them now, home once again briefly left behind. Clouds had shifted in, soft and fluffy but still more than large enough to obscure the blue and green rings they were to fly through now. Necessity had the hybrid looking farther ahead to take note of where the rings were, in case the next one should disappear from sight. He flew from memory then, hoping it would not fail him and having him missing a ring. Eventually it cleared up, displaying the endless horizon on the ocean beyond. But the finish line lay on the shore. There, before the Goddess of the Moon and all who had gathered to watch the final mad sprint to be the first to pass through the last ring. Many others were more suited to speed than he, but Vikram hoped his stamina would be better. That they would slow before he would and lend him an opportunity. So he hurried his wingbeats, silently pleased that the final stretch dove downward. Another potential advantage. Despite himself he scanned the crowd, hoping for a familiar face to see him flying now. RE: PEGASUS :: Flying Race, Round THREE - Hector - 09-28-2012
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