EQUINE :: Cross Country Race, Round ONE

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EQUINE :: Cross Country Race, Round ONE

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459

Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan

09-11-2012, 04:44 PM (This post was last modified: 09-11-2012, 04:46 PM by Lace.)

LACE

Who, in his mind,
has not probed the dark water?

Sometimes it was pleasant to simply run for the sake of running. To feel the muscles stretch and contract, hear the heart beat and feel each breath expand and explode out into the surrounding air as he leaped forward, ever forward without goal. But from time to time a bit of competition could make the already pleasant experience even more interesting. It was the reason why he had gathered up with the others in the southern parts of the land, where the grass grew ridiculously tall and the ground appeared to consist of nothing but sand and clay. It provided treacherous footing, even more so since he couldn't see where he was going.

Lace started out with a steady pace, making sure not to overexert himself from the beginning. He was a sprinter rather than endurance racer, built for short moments of explosive speed and agility, mixed with elegant strength that came close to the image of a dancer; it suited him well enough in battles that rarely lasted long, but in events like these he would have to conserve his strength. It was hard though, because the white dragon that flew beside him didn't seem to be entirely fond of his plan. She tried to tease him into running faster, and the habit of racing against only her was hard to overlook.

Even so the grullo stallion laughed cheerfully where he ran, enjoying the strength of his own body and the pleasant lack of heat in the air. It was desert country, yet the sun was bearable and so far the opponents he had spotted seemed to be playing fair. It was bound to change, but until anything happened to him he'd just take it easy and enjoy himself.

It became easier to run when the grass grew more scarce. He saw and felt how the ground changed character under his feet and began to change direction ever so slightly to the east, taking a wide path around the Heart and towards the Meadow that waited in the north. It would cost him some time, but the ground was steady here and he wouldn't have to get caught in a crowd; it suited him better to have plenty of space around.

When he came closer to the border of the Thistle meadow, the silver-coated knight allowed himself to look up from the ground to give his opponents a glance. To his surprise he found himself without too many adversaries, which must mean that he was rather close to the lead; in the distance he spotted the dark shape of an equine accompanied by some pale creature that flitted around her body. Before her ran another mare, one with a pale coat that might have some kind of markings on it - it was hard to tell with the distance and the speed with which they all were traveling. Easier to spot was the painted stallion that careened ahead just in front of him. Lace snorted with dark ears twitching slightly, contemplating trying to catch up with him and have a chat as they ran... But before he had the time to decide the other seemed to stumble and disappeared, falling to the ground in a rather unbecoming way.

He winced in sympathy and scrutinized the ground ahead as he changed the direction slightly, making sure not to run over the fallen competitor as he continued to gallop ahead, passing by the other while sparing him a glance and a comment that he hoped wouldn't sound too awful.

"Too bad! See you up ahead!" It wasn't really meant to be mean, rather a sincere wish to battle this out with him later on. For now though, Lace wouldn't complain about the event that gave him a slightly better position; he returned his focus to the race and kept up the pace, careful to watch his footing as he continued over the border and into the Thistle Meadow.

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