Thrills and Spills

the Rift

[JUDGED] Thrills and Spills | Dröm

Hector Posts: 262

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5

Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE

Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream

12-28-2014, 05:58 PM (This post was last modified: 01-10-2015, 11:35 PM by Sevin.)

No Time for Lies and Empty Fights

At dusk, and thick cloud cover has already cloaked Sky Island in shadow. Steady rain has been falling for an hour. The spar is set on the sand arena on the island.

Hector sailed on between each mighty thrust of his radiant wingspan and the dark, distorted outline of Sky Island grew ahead through the thick mist of white rain. His eyes were narrowed into a hard squint, harried by the icy, tumbling torrent, but they remained fixed diligently upon the looming target before them.

Veci rode along ingeniously, tucked into his bonded’s wet slipstream, invisible and unimpeded by any sort of weather. The Boggart was an enigma, a figment brought to life by a haunting whisper that no other could hear - it could just as easily have been the voice of the stallion’s conscience. He was an enigma, a restless ripple in the shadows that an untrained eye would never notice.

When at last they had cleared the cloud-bumpers skirting the very edge of the land and the spongy cushion of fresh grass and soaked soil collected beneath the strike of large, sound hooves, the tawny stallion steadied and slowed his pace. With fine streams drizzling from his rippling, sinewy body and water pooling in the large hoof-prints left in his wake, Hector sauntered down the lush slope towards the village where it lay nestled in the heart of the island’s valley.

Both stallion and Boggart longed for the thrill of battle.

It seemed that the rain did little to deter the hoards of horses from their business. Steaming bodies mulled here and there as the pair walked by, and Hector’s stoic tangerine gaze roamed between obscure faces for sign of any familiar among them. Towards the middle of the generously distanced tents, the large sand arena lay like a vast beach and looked to be almost as wet. He stepped upon it, saturated tail slithering like a snake between bony hocks, and sank promptly, fetlock-deep.

Voice murmured incoherently, amused, though he was undaunted by the challenge they faced.

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