Standing around watching the others join in on the festivities had made for some amusing times throughout each of the races. The pegasus were neat to watch as they soared high overhead diving through the golden hoops and battling each other for the lead. Each of the equine racing seemed to make things interesting by either sabotaging the race using magic or falling to someone else's tricks. While Kiara lounged around in the shade the grey stallion stood off a little ways just enjoying the day. The turtle was odd to say the least but seemed to know how to get everyone out to enjoy themselves. When the unicorns were called forward he debated silently for a couple moments whether or not to join in. Ah what the hell, might as well do something to appease the gods.

Not really thinking much more than a race the stallion walks down to where the others are gathered to gaze up at the course. How did one expect to get all the way up there anyway? Shrugging he figured that he would find out when he got up there. Stepping into the rectangle without much of a care the stallion does not find anything out of the ordinary until things start to become larger. Its either things are getting larger or he is growing smaller, but that was impossible! Looking down to the grasses below his eyes widen as he realizes that the grass is almost at grazing level in some places. Thinking of food makes his mouth water and his stomach grumble unexpectedly. Sighing he pushed the thought away until later, lets get this race....

Trailing off his mouth falls open as he finds himself suddenly surrounded by not other unicorns but goats. GOATS!! Panic fills his gut as everywhere he looks there is more of the goats to be seen. What the hell just happened! Wait a minute...NO!!!! Pulling his head to his chest he no longer sees refined musculature and long legs, instead he finds a small stocky body covered in fuzz and short legs. OH FUCK HE WAS A GOAT! Whipping his shortened head to the side he tries to call out but where his voice once was comes a abnormal bleating sound. Blaaaaahhh Horror takes place of the fear as he stumbles forward a couple steps. How were you supposed to walk on these short things? I guess this is how we are getting up the mountain....

As the race begins his heart skips a beat as he finds his stubby little legs carrying him forward and up the incline of the hill. Cloven hooves seem to grip the rocks much easier than solid ones and the small goat body moves surprisingly well. This might actually be some fun after all. Bleating once more he laughs at the sound before he bounds through the first hoop after the others.


Turns into a Irish Goat

Ciceron talks
Ciceron thinks
Kiara speaks