:: Equine Cross Country Race ::

[OPEN] :: Equine Cross Country Race ::

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Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3

Mare :: Equine :: 14.3hh :: 5 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

baylee

08-05-2014, 06:33 PM

The golden girl appeared in the crowd, a silent observer. Out of the horses already here, she only recognized Lace, the stallion from the Rotunda. On a regular day, she would have approached the stallion and greeted him, but today was.. different. At first, she had not noticed the turtle, but as the turtle's voice rang out into the air, she very much noticed him. She realized why today was so different when her caramel orbs caught a glimpse of the golden hoop up ahead. After noticing the hoop, she spots the line of yellow flowers. A race? she wonders idly. With a feminine prance, she carries herself to the line of flowers. She figures it is a starting line, but she has never seen a starting line up close. When she was little, she would watch the colts dig a line in the dirt and race around like thoroughbreds. She had never participated in their games, but she wishes she had now that it seems she'll be racing. With worry embedding itself deep in her gut, she swallows hard and listens to the turtle.

"Gather, friends!" He demands in a friendly way In a way that you could still turn him down. Had he said Get over here, she would've been nervous, but seeing his friendliness (at least that's what it was in her eyes) made her trust him enough to walk over. "Those with equine blood in their bodies may race through these rings. Show honor to your gods by putting your heart into the race. The first around the island is the winner." She wanted to honor her gods, so she would race today. She hopes to make the Hidden Falls proud. She will win this for her home, and if she can't win, she can only hope someone from her herd can. She smiles for a moment, finally realizing her equine blood can come in handy at a time like this. She also realizes that she is an arab, built for speed and endurance. She was ready for this race, but not ready for the magic that came with it.

Once the words go is uttered, all the horses take off in a flurry of colors. Someone or the gods use magic to summon roots from the ground. She tiptoes through them and resumes her steady, yet fast paced, gallop. With the ring ahead, she moves quickly, easily covering much distance. She was built for this.