He’s not really sure what he’d expected when the Lord and Lady of the Basin had insisted that all herd members participate and/or contribute in some way to this semi-sort-of-not-really-annual festival, handing out duties and explaining areas of responsibility, but if he’d thought to take a guess he wouldn’t have said anything pertaining to Race Coordinator. If he’d thought to say anything at all he would have complained that he’d already contributed by hanging the little bundles of glowing mushrooms along the main pathways between events, perhaps sneering that it’s not his fault they’d planned for most of the attractions to take place in full daylight, when glowing, glittering decorations are at their dullest.

Fortunately for all involved he’d been too disgusted surprised to do more than furrow his brows and look aghast at the idea, his bearded jaw hanging slightly open as the rest of the group splintered off to begin whatever bullshit preparations were necessary, leaving the old man completely to his own devices. Whose brilliant idea was that? He's made no preparations of his own, of course, only bothering the show up at all for fear of Rikyn's cutting horn and hooves, the long healed scar across his left shoulder twitching momentarily with remembered pain.

Sighing in prodigiously over exaggerated suffering he positions himself at the very center of the Basin, his chipped hooves planting squarely on the main thoroughfare of the territory with his nose pointing southeast, toward to the pair of decommissioned sentinels at the border. The road is winding, uneven, and marred with hoof holes, water runoff, and unkempt shrubbery, but if these asshats are going to give him a bullshit job he expects them to run a bullshit race too. Fair's fair after all.

"The race will begin in fifteen minutes!" He bellows, turning to aim the sound of his voice toward the main crowd, a surprising strength in the bass of his announcer's shout. Yelling is one thing he's never lost his aptitude for. "Come show off your summer body before the booze wears off!"


"Talk."
OOC // Everyone welcome! First round of posts will establish who is participating. Alby will announce the rules and start in my next reply. Placings will be determined by dice roll. Prizes possible. Fun unlikely. Insults guaranteed. <3

albrecht

It can't be possible that rain can fall,
Only when it's over our heads.