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:: FLYING RING COURSE ::
The first round starts by taking off at the HELOVIA'S THRESHOLD, and will last 72 HOURS. Please be sure to note the description of the land, as follows:
The only place besides the land of winter that connects Helovia to the rest of the world is through the Threshold. It is a forest, not as dense as the deep forest, but just as tall. The bows of the trees are a kind welcome to the newcomers, protecting them from inclement weather and providing them safe passage to the rest of the land. A cool breeze runs through here from the north, making flight difficult for many winged creatures.
You will be flying through an intricately arranged course of RINGS, being held in the air by large birds, called in especially by the Moon Goddess. These rings will progress from purple to silver, with varying shades of grey and purple, as you reach the end of the THRESHOLD Course. It will also overlap above the airspace of the DEEP FOREST, so you are moving SOUTH.
Here are some rules to note:
- You may only post if you previously signed up to compete in the Flying Race.
- You must post in every round to gain ground.
- Failure to post in a round will result in a rank drop of 2 positions, unless you are on a valid absence.
- The order of the second round will be determined by posting order of this first round!!
- An RE will be posting a minimum of 2 times in each round, dealing out malevolent or benevolent effects to the person who posted prior. RE post order will be determined by a die roll to ensure fairness.
You may post sabotaging other characters, but this will not affect the official rankings.
HAVE FUN!
CURRENT RANKINGS
Midas
Hector
Leander
Leliel
Breeze
Jaydan
Xira
Vikram
Merakerr
Azzuen
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Shamsiel -2
Onni -2
Enki -2
Alisier -2
Sierra -2
Beyral -2
Valhalla -2
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| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.3 :: 8 |
| Epona |
09-21-2012, 04:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-21-2012, 04:13 PM by Leander.)
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Cool air currents fought against the golden's wings as he made his way through the next set of hoops. He paced himself now, focusing more on navigating the wavering breeze and violet rings then on speed. Bronze pools took in the wide expanse of forest that ran to the south. Orangemoon had come and painted the foliage with vibrant oranges and reds. From the air, it almost looked as though he was flying over a wild-fire. The colors contrasted against the rich blue blanket of sky above; if only he could show Faelene these sights. A sorrowful smile crossed his lips for a brief moment, soon replaced by determination. It would not do to think of her now.
The array of circles began to pale into shades of silver, a good indication that the course was progressing. Leander took a few breaths of the crisp air and beat on at a steady pace. The competition was a moderate relief from the frustration and sadness that had recently threatened to envelope him. But what would happen when the games were over? Would anything ever come of his tragic desire for the ebon Unicorn? Could she ever love him, despite the damned wings which carried him now? The questions lingered at the edges of his mind, waiting to be answered.
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| World's Edge Philosopher |
| Mare :: Other :: 3 ft :: 6 |
| Kachie |
With the white ring behind her and forests unfolding below and before her, the young gryphon gazed ahead of her at the winged horses whose wings beat the air before her. Closest to where she flew was the somewhat familiar sight of the dragon hybrid from the Qian meeting, his broad wings disturbing the air with heavier thumps than anyone else she could easily spot. Behind her she knew someone flew, for she'd heard the wing-beats of one winged horse falter moments after she'd noticed a flock of birds pass behind her. Too bad for whoever that was.
But her attention stretched beyond the nearest fliers, gaze focusing on a new collection of colored rings. Barely she could distinguish how they changed from purple to silver, mostly by the metallic glint that the further ones progressively acquired. And then she was angling through the first, purple one and winging toward the next. She had little thought of gaining ground on her fellow competitors, her eyes all for the growing circle of each ring that was more than wide enough for her small frame to pass through even with wings spread. But she did keep some awareness of where others flew, if only to keep from being buffeted by turbulence.
| World's Edge Skilled Protector |
| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 19 hh :: 9 years Buff: NOVICE |
| Kachie |
It was not long before the Fields and their gray-scale rings were left behind them, opening up instead to display the Threshold's still-sparse forests and scorched stretches beneath himself and his fellow racers. The hybrid snorted softly, recognizing the darker smudge beyond and further south that was Forest and home. But there were nearer things to pay attention to, such as the purple ring that marked the beginning of a new set of rings to dodge through, suspended so close.
Broad wings beat a steady tempo as he approached, then drew in as he passed through. His head tilted somewhat to the side as he sensed a shift in temperature on the skin of his tail-tip, and he snorted again when he glimpsed the silvery gryphon behind him. So she was close enough that he could feel that circle of cold air that always clung to her and the space around her. He hadn't realized she was participating in the race, and supposed the mass of gathered racers earlier had masked her from view.
Forward went his gaze again, in time to adjust his flight to pass cleanly through the second purpled ring. So many flew ahead, separating himself from victory still. It was they he focused on now. The nearest pegasi were unfamiliar to him, and he supposed them members of the Throat. He was unsurprised to absently note their smaller size, and mused in the back of his mind about the one he'd glimpsed before the race begun. The one who stood nearly as tall as he, and had flung himself into the air well before the hybrid had dared to.
Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164
| Deceased |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER |
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Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya
& Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic
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The painted male was currently very glad of the strength training he had been working toward since the better part of two weeks. When not busy with the overlapping duties of a soldier, Midas spent his early morning and late evenings visiting other parts of Helovia. Even still—the first stages of what was to become foamy sweat had already begun to cake his hide. It slithered along his flanks and forearms, breast heaved with great breaths; well-developed lungs where used to low oxygen and struggled only with the strain of fast continuous flight.
He swiftly tucked and lunged through the first shallow ring, noticing the color change from lighter hues to a vibrant purple. Crest wouldn’t have to turn to know that the hot breath of his followers were close behind. Ears had planted themselves firmly against his skull, teeth set to the point of grinding pain. Sweet smelling pines and spruce lunged up beneath him; they seemed to be stretching fingers skyward to puck unwary fliers.
Reflexively Midas angled up, directing knees to strongly pump and aid pushing appendages in what way he could. Ivory feathers bent at an angle, curled limbs twisted under his barrel and pushed him cranium first through the next ring. A cool northern wind collided with lifting warm southern air. Throat tucked muzzle closer to ebony neck, haunches twisted frame to accommodate the shifting air. Wither’s trembled; he would have to work harder to remain airborne without the aid of updrafts. A small smirk formed along open features, he was more than willing to accept the goddesses challenge. |
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The wind's direction aids you, Leander. It blows from behind increasing your speed and allowing you to pass one individual.
| Deceased |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 15.1 :: 8 |
| Whit |
Birds! They were so often a pegasus' friend in the sky, a comfort and a friend, to be able to share the skies with such majestic critters - alas, at this time they were not appreciated. A grunt escaped the maw of Azzuen, ears flicked back in annoyance as he struggled to maintain, eyeing with frustration as others pulled ahead of him. It's OK, it's OK, I do better over the long distance anyway... he attempted to reassure himself, pushing onwards. South, he detected with a flick of his eyes towards the Sun and a glance to the lands ahead. The Threshold, the barrier between this world and the outside worlds - including Isilme - they were over it now, diving through purple hoops, using the space in between the hoops to gain ground. The great rings changed colour as the Deep Forest came into view, Azzuen felt the notorious northern breeze pick up and buffet him from behind. He tried to use it to his advantage, allowing his broad wingspan to scoop the air up and propel his comparatively small bulk onwards. With each ring he tucked his limbs up to his chest, and folded his wings, his eyes also changed colour to match them. Onwards, onwards, he kept thinking, following the path laid out by the Moonlit Goddess, hoping for some kind of luck to give him the strength to carry on.
Although he started off strongly Jaydan was rapidly losing ground. Blue eyes cast about him with trepidation as his pulse quickened in his ears. He had failed in so much recently he could not be defeated in his element!
With wings kicking even harder and body drifting easily through the violet rings, making it a personal quest not to touch the edges, Jaydan soared. Below the ground whizzed by in a blur of colors, sceneries shifting like water. He bowed his neck to stare down at them, nearly missing a now silver wing so he swerved abruptly to make it through. His nostrils puffed with the exertion and his chest began to ache but Jaydan pressed on.
As he arced back over to steady himself from his sudden movements as strong gust of wind coming from the north shoved roughly against him. He tilted in the air and dropped altitude suddenly. His gut lurched into his throat and his limbs thrashed uselessly before he pulled up, nearly knocking the ring free as he dove into it. It went on with this fight to fly for the duration of the forest below, suddenly letting up as the trees began to change beneath him, growing darker and most sinister.
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| Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5 |
| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE |
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Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate
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How can we win? When fools can be Kings
Hector watched in fascination as the rings before him changed into a shade of purple. The Moon Goddess really had gone to a lot of trouble to set this race up for them, it would be enough to say the tribrid was fully enjoying himself. He swept above the trees of the Threshold, taking note of any change in the wind and mentally giving himself the task of catching the black and white steed who had rushed ahead of him. Installing a little more competitiveness into the joys of his race, Hector dipped and twisted through each loop with his leonine tail sleeking behind him.
He glided nearer to the treetops to get a better sight on the direction. South. The rings were turning grey as the scent of the Deep Forest became ever nearer. It's black depths overlapping the border from the Threshold, the wind was more haughty here. Like there was death in the air. Hector wrinkled his nose and powered his wings onwards, like an orange flash moving across the sky.
The border neared and soon Hector reached the air space above the Deep Forest.
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• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
[Breeze drops out, I don't have time =)]
| Helovian Ancient |
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Azzuen had a stroke of luck! A warm breeze lifts his wings and propels him forward one place.
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