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Post by ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ on Mar 20, 2024 17:45:17 GMT -7
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For more race information, please check hereinformationThis is a race for characters with siblings who are on site. The terrain is a foggy, thawing swamp, where most of it has thawed, but the ground beneath the water and mud is still frozen The time of day is morning and the climate foggy with a chill. Each contestant has 5 days to reply. There is no racing order! I will make a post when the first, second and third segments of the race are to begin. From the time I post, each contestant will have 5 days to reply! The 5 days to reply begins now. The first post will remain the same, with all the contestants entering the area and the race beginning. contestants+ ebonite + - Evadne + ebonite + - Vrakali illɘgal - Thrace illɘgal - Theseus ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ - Kabaiel ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ - Osias medilic - Abaddon faeriiefox - Hellbane fleabittengray - Osiris fleabittengray - Lush Indi - Faelon Indi - Eamon
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Post by + ebonite + on Mar 21, 2024 18:01:35 GMT -7
She'd been living in a fog for she didn't know how long. Time didn't seem to matter anymore and hadn't mattered for a long time. She had no obligations that helped her distinguish the passage. She vaguely remembered taking on some responsibilities in the before times but she had been relieved of those. She spent most of her time wandering the woods, tracing familiar paths so she could cling to something that felt real. Her mother had had a conversation with her recently about how she was doing and she had been candid with Vojorn - she was not well. Vojorn had told her that Avitas had done a race recently that had helped him feel better than before. Vrakali's immediate reaction to that was rejection. She didn't want to leave the woods ever again. The very thought made her want to hyperventaliate. But she'd taken time and she'd thought about it and... She didn't want to stay in the woods forever. There was more to life than wandering the same trails, trying to feel something other than detachment. And so, when the next race was announced, she made herself go. She told Vojorn where she was going, just in case something went wrong - she didn't want to be too cavalier. She'd also told her twin, Osias. She felt bad with how distant she had been with her sister, but lately, she couldn't think of words to say. Telling her that she was going to the race might have been the most that they'd talked since the before times. She'd offered for her sister to come with if she wanted to and she'd set off. Leaving the boundary of the forest immediately set her skin crawling and her heart pounding, but she made herself keep going. It was hard at first. It felt like she was going to die. Her mind was panicking, spiraling, convinced that the boundary of the woods was the only thing keeping her alive. But the longer that she stayed out of the woods and didn't die... The more her mind stopped panicking. The more she calmed down.
The vastness of the Free lands beckoned before her sooner than she had expected. As she traveled to the location of the race, she was suddenly aware of how chilly it was. Had it been this cold back in Dark Woods? She couldn't recall the temperature. The thought made her chuckle lightly. How had she not noticed? And yet that was how she had been living for the past however many months. The terrain was not particularly nice for running. It was in a swamp and though most of it looked like it was thawed, it was still cold enough out that there were parts that were frozen still. She would have to keep that in mind. She didn't really come here to win, just to run and do something other than mope around the woods. She had no problem taking it slow. It would be pretty funny if she came here to heal and ended up injuring herself physically instead. She snorted and found the starting line, taking in the terrain immediately in front of her. Wet, cold, potential ice, plenty of mud, and a nice layer of fog to make it even more interesting. She found herself smiling, just slightly. Maybe this would make her feel better after all.
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Post by + ebonite + on Mar 21, 2024 18:23:36 GMT -7
evadne She'd been a little apprehensive at first. She'd never left Rain Forest Beach before, after all. But when she'd heard about a race going on in the Free lands, she'd ultimately decided she wanted to go. Kaba seemed pretty excited to go and her older brothers had also hyped it up, telling her that it was a lot of fun. It was a way to get out and see the world and also to meet others. Who knew, maybe she would meet others her age that she could befriend? The thought made her shuffle a bit nervously, but having Kaba there with her helped calm her down some. She was so nervous! What if they were the youngest ones there? She had just past the year old mark about two months ago. She still had a long way to go before she was considered an adult. She even needed to be escorted here. Her mom was reluctant to let them out of Rain Forest Beach, but had eventually agreed to escort them there and let them have some fun. There was a war going on, Evadne knew, but she didn't know a lot of details about it. Angels and demons were fighting. They were immortal horses, whereas Evadne and her family were mortals. There was a difference, but she couldn't really remember what it was. Only that it was important. She was still young and hadn't quite grasped the concept of death, but the war might accelerate her understanding. They eventually found the starting point for the race. It was wet. That was the first thought that she had. The ground sucked at her feet and a haze clung to the ground. This was called a swamp. It reminded her a bit of home, except there was mud instead of sand. Fresh water instead of salt water. As she walked, one of her hooves slipped on ice and she realized that this part of the land was still having the effects of winter. She had never really known cold. The rainforest was always warm, even when other parts of Wild Equines were freezing. She felt cold now, her body not used to such things. This was going to be an interesting race. Her mother stopped and encouraged the two of them to go on toward the starting line. Evadne did so, looking out at the place in front of her. Where did it stop? How long would it take? Her teeth worried at her lower lip as she waited for the race to start. How many people would be here? She tried to tell herself to stop worrying, but that was easier said than done. Hopefully when the race started, she would worry more about running than worrying and questioning everything! tag racers timeline 1 year 2 months, after thread with kabaiel "Speech"art by noctiilucent
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Post by faeriiefox on Mar 23, 2024 13:16:02 GMT -7
As the veil of fog draped the swamp in an ethereal embrace, Helbane stood at the edge of the murky waters. His muscles rippled beneath his striking coat, every movement imbued with a sense of dark anticipation. His eyes, pools of shadow within pools of light, scanned the horizon with a predatory focus. The silence of the swamp was broken only by the occasional croak of unseen creatures that had started to wake from their wintery slumber and the distant rustle of dead reeds. Yet, amidst the stillness, Helbane could sense the approach of his brother, Abaddon, like a storm gathering on the horizon. As the mist curled around him like tendrils of shadow, Helbane stood alone at the edge of the murky swamp. His eyes, a mesmerizing swirl of blues, gleamed with a predatory hunger as he awaited the start of the race.
The thawing swamp seemed to groan beneath him, its soggy ground squelching with each impatient pawing of his hooves. Helbane's muscles tensed, coiled with anticipation, as he surveyed the treacherous terrain that lay ahead. The gnarled roots of ancient trees snaked across the ground like the fingers of long-forgotten specters, threatening to trip any who dared to traverse their tangled web. Pools of stagnant, half frozen water lay hidden beneath the cloak of mist, waiting to ensnare the unwary with their treacherous depths. With each passing moment, the tension in the air grew thicker, suffocating in its intensity. But to Helbane, these obstacles were not barriers to be feared but challenges to be conquered. His heart thrummed with a savage rhythm, the thrill of the impending race coursing through his veins like liquid fire. For him, there was no greater pleasure than the taste of victory, no sweeter ecstasy than the rush of triumph over his foes. Helbane's lip curled in a sneer as he awaited the arrival of his sibling, his mind already calculating the strategies he would employ to ensure his victory in the impending race.
"Come, brother," he whispered to the empty air, his voice a low rumble that resonated with dark intent. It was not often he met up with his kin, but this was one of those days, one of those events, where he wanted the presence of his brother.
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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 24, 2024 7:43:10 GMT -7
x OSIRIS A race was happening out in the Free Lands, a place that Osiris was familiar with. How could he not be, after living in Wild Equines all of his life? He did not know all of the nooks and crannies of the Free Lands, like he did The Howling Keep, but he knew enough of it to be confident in his abilities to be successful in this race. He was hoping to win, but not fully expecting to. His main concern, like always, was going to be making sure Lush was okay. She had wanted to come to this race with him, seeming more excited and cheerful than she had been in a long while. Osiris could not deny her something that was going to bring her happiness. Ever since being nearly killed by the Cambion disease, the two of them, plus her son, Illuminati, had gotten quite close. It was nice to still have family in the Keep, and to be close with them. Well, at least the two of them. He wasn't close with any of the rest of his family. His mother was dead, supposedly in the Underworld, and though his father, Underoath, was in the Keep, he was held as a prisoner. And Thomasin? Well, he wasn't sure his twin even knew he existed. Perhaps she had forgotten about him. He had nearly gotten about her, after all. They had been separated at such a young age, he staying with their mother and she being given to The Surgeon, who he'd learned had been her father, making them twins, but also half-siblings. However, so much time had passed that he really hadn't remembered her at all - until she'd become Queen. When he'd first seen her, she had been so familiar in a way he didn't understand. He'd spent several days focusing on his memories before he finally remembered her, as a child, so delicate and small. Just like he had once been. They were both adults now. And she had yet to speak to him or acknowledge him in any way since her rise to the throne. Osiris wondered if maybe it was better that way. As it was, Lush and himself were going to the race together. They went at a quick trot toward their destination, Osiris at the head of the duo despite being younger. He spotted others gathering up ahead, though it was hard to decipher how many or if anyone was familiar through the morning fog that had settled over the territory. The closet they got to the destination, the more his hooves suctioned into the swampy marsh. He wrinkled his nose in annoyance and disgust, sighing softly, and then he was arriving at the starting line amidst the mass of bodies that had gathered. He paid none of them any mind, taking his place and then waiting. While he waiting, he squinted, trying his best to peer through the fog to see if he could make out any paths or trails. So far, no such luck. March 2024 IC Race 505 | ProfileLush will be posted next! <3 4 years 5 months (I think idek tbh)
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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 24, 2024 8:44:51 GMT -7
x LUSH When she'd found out from Osiris about a race happening within the Free Lands, Lush had begged her brother to let her go with him. She had been too cooped up in The Howling Keep for too long and needed to get out and about! What better way of doing that than with a race? Not that she was very fast or anything, but still, she was hoping to have fun! She trotted along after her younger brother, humming to herself, her ears pricked forward with excitement. Osiris was much more calm. Lush was all nerves and excitement! She was not at all expecting to win, but she was hoping to have fun! She didn't need to win to have fun. However, as they drew nearer to the starting line, she began to feel a bit nervous. Everywhere around them was fog, and the footing wasn't the best. Very murky and swampy - and was that ice underfoot that she kept slipping on, or was it really just that gross of an environment? Ugh! What bastard decided to have a race here of all places? Her humming stopped, focusing instead on trying to see through the fog and keep her footing. She hadn't told anyone yet, but her left eye had been giving her problems for a while now. She was worried about it, but she didn't want to worry Osiris or Illuminati about it. They worried about each other enough, after the whole nearly dying from the Cambion disease situation. There were others there, no one that she recognized. Lush looked around as she settled on her brother's right side at the starting line, hoping that she could just follow him throughout the race, keeping him on her left so that he could basically "be her eyes" without even knowing it. March 2024 IC Race 301 | ProfileWoohoo! 5 years 2 months ???
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Post by Indi on Mar 24, 2024 17:45:53 GMT -7
If there was an individual least qualified for a race… well, Eamon might not be that, but one could imagine he was hardly an ideal candidate. Running all out to win against competitors was not necessarily the safest occupation in the world. Doing so when you could not see a thing, blind from birth as the inky stallion was… one could hardly be faulted for pondering if there was a touch of madness involved. At the very least, a reckless abandon that was not exactly entirely sane. Mother had strongly argued against taking part in the race, when Eamon first heard of it and announced his intention to participate. Margaux had outright threatened to lock him away somewhere until he came to his senses. Adrastos and Rhett had said nothing, though Eamon got the feeling they would have liked to participate if it could have been possible.
Faelon… backed him up and wanted in on the fun too.
Eamon was not surprised by his brother’s support. Given the two of them were the healthiest of the four brothers, they did tend to get into shenanigans together the most. Except, of course, when they managed to drag their brothers into whatever they were up to as well. Obviously there was always the guilt afterwards, when their wild stunts had a negative impact on the two fragile members of the quadruplets. Remembering that for next time, unfortunately… rarely ever happened.
In the end, after a great deal of persuasion, Margaux let up with the threatening and Mother relented. Both boys knew that neither Mother or older sister approved of Eamon throwing himself into a race, but after all… aside from Margaux’s threats, what could they really do to stop them?
Eamon did not really want to know the answer, because he had a feeling his sister would take that as a challenge. And while Mother usually was really calm and laid-back about everything… she could get scary.
They were going to race and that was the important thing. Well, getting any excuse to run was all that really mattered to Eamon. There was nothing he loved more than the feeling he got when he stretched his limbs and went all out. Obviously not the safest thing to do when he could not see where he was going… but he was fine with that risk. No doubt Mother was hoping that having Faelon along would help mitigate the risk.
Twice already Eamon had slipped on the ice hidden beneath the muck squelching underhoof, though never completely fallen. Mostly he bumped into Faelon, laughing, enjoying himself immensely already. He had no idea where the race was supposed to start from, relying on his brother to direct him in the right path. Harks twitched and swivelled, nares flaring as he took in the scents of various equines who had already arrived. A broad grin spread across his features, eager to test himself against these strangers. Character;; Eamon Tagged;; Fellow racers! Notes;; 5 yrs old
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Post by Indi on Mar 24, 2024 18:20:57 GMT -7
It came as no surprise that Eamon was the one to hear about a race happening. A race that was not just your average jog about, but also allowed for two siblings to take part. There had been other races in the past from what Faelon understood, but this was the first time siblings could both enter. It was probably the reason why Eamon was so enthused about the notion. And why, after endless debate and efforts of persuasion, Eamon had succeeded. More or less. Sort of.
Faelon was all for entering the race. And he knew Eamon loved anything that gave him the chance to run. Maybe a race was not the safest thing for a blind stallion to be doing, but hey… that was part of why Faelon was here. He had no doubt whatsoever in his mind that his presence was the reason Mother had eventually, reluctantly relented. And Margaux had stopped threatening to lock Eamon away somewhere and lose the key for about a decade or so until he “learned some sense.”
The black stallion could not stifle a grin at that thought. Poor Margaux… she ought to know her brothers better than that by now!
Getting up for a morning race had not bothered Faelon at all… nor his brother, for that matter. Had Eamon even slept? There were times he just went on and on and on… until he collapsed and slept for days at a time. At least in this, Faelon could understand his brother’s excitement. While he was not quite as enthusiastically in love with running, he did enjoy it immensely. And the notion of competition did hold a certain appeal. Especially if it meant he could face real competition. He loved his brothers dearly, but… it was never going to be a fair race or a fair fight or fair anything competetitive with them.
Speaking of reasons for that to be true… Faelon slid forward a few steps just in time to catch Eamon before he could fall. His brother was laughing and Faelon could not help laughing too. With ice hidden beneath all the water and mud and muck… it was bound to be an interesting race, that much was certain.
Scanning the vicinity, Faelon spotted the area where everyone seemed to be lining up for the race. Guiding Eamon in that direction, catching him at least once more when the icy footing caught the blind brother unawares. Side-long, Faelon peered at the other racers, curious about who all they might be and how interesting they might make the race. Admittedly, he was also curious what they thought of the brothers… given they were identical. It had been fun as kids, all four of them pretending to be one, confusing equines they met into not realizing they had met four colts, not one. Character;; Faelon Tagged;; Fellow racers! Notes;; <3 Timeline;; 5 yrs old.
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Post by illɘgal on Mar 24, 2024 22:43:19 GMT -7
When Theseus had mentioned some rumors about a race being held, the young Helkaer colt decided it would be a great outing for the twins. Why not go stir up trouble in the Freelands together? The blue roan woke his brother early, his excitement quickly bubbling over as he left the Outlands before his twin had even fully woken up. No matter, Thrace would find his way. The morning had a sharp bite to it, and the fog slowly rolled in as the painted yearling traveled from the safety of his home to where he could see a small group of equines gathering. The colt wasn't the only one thrilled at the idea of some lively competition, and the buzz in the air was nearly palpable.
Golden eyes took in the other racers, not surprised that none were familiar to him. As the hellish twins had grown older, Theseus tended to be the one who liked to socialize. Thrace preferred to observe from a distance, fighting the urge to attack anyone in sight just to taste their blood. His brother should be making his appearance soon, which would help bring the Helkaer's focus back onto the task at hand - winning.
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Post by illɘgal on Mar 24, 2024 22:54:43 GMT -7
A small part of the Helkaer colt regretted telling his brother about a race that was going on in the Freelands. His brother had wasted no time trying to rouse Theseus before the sun began its ascent, and the creamy colt refused to leave right away. He certainly didn't want to be the first to arrive at the gathering spot, especially when the weather was still chilly. Thrace had no such qualms and had left him to his own devices. The split eyed yearling nearly made up his mind to stay back in Sinheim, but in the end, he knew he couldn't leave his savage brother to terrorize strangers who were just trying to have fun.
With a heavy sigh, Theseus said goodbye to the young cambions who were just waking up and slowly made his way towards the Freelands. It wasn't hard to follow Thrace's scent - he would have to speak to his twin about hiding his tracks better - and it didn't take long for him to find the blue roan amongst other unfamiliar faces. Everyone seemed ready to go on this foggy morning and the speckled colt took note of the mud that had started to creep up his legs. Ah, so it certainly wouldn't be an easy race - perfect. While Theseus would love to win overall, that sharp taste of sibling rivalry filled his veins. Even better than beating strangers - beating Thrace. That should be easy.
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Post by medilic on Mar 25, 2024 14:03:57 GMT -7
Fog. The first thing Abaddon could sense as he marched into the land, it was a dim haze that covered ever single nook and cranny his golden eyes could find. It coated the earth as if the very ground beneath his daggers was melting away, it brought with it a sense of danger and mysterious. A feeling that called to the deepest darkest parts of him, a feeling only intensified by the presence of his brother. Lips pulled tight over his teeth, nares widened as he exhaled a shuddering breath. The weather made him appear as if he was breathing smoke, and it was a startling sight. A competition. That’s why his brother called for him, and oh was he delighted. Muscles tightening and shuddering with each step he took, eyes trained on the form he was nearing. His following grunt was rough and loud, a sound he knew his brother would understand well. It was an acknowledgment of his excitement and his competitiveness. His poll brought high upon his crest, as he took in the land. His eyes look over each obstacle, figuring out how he will need to evade or tackle each one. The mud would prove to be something he would tackle with ease, while his body was heavy and would sink slightly easier than others he was strong and his powerful legs made it easy work for him. His head tilted towards his brother as he took him in. ”Let them see what sort of due we truly are, brother.” his tone was playful but hard, the competitiveness melted into his bones and made him burn. A feeling that made him alive, he could not wait to begin. notes: will make pretty when I am home
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Post by ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ on Mar 25, 2024 16:24:33 GMT -7
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With most of her days spent splashing around in the ocean or charging through the jungle like a wild beast, Kaba hadn't actually left Rain Forest Beach yet. She'd always been curious of the outside world, mostly the fact that it existed to start with. Her home just seemed so big, but from what she'd been told, it was only a tiny part of the world! It was an insane concept to her, but one that caused more excitement than fear. Sure, everything outside her home was "war", but there had to be so many other beaches to explore and people to meet - that was enough to lure her to the race.
Alongside her twin and mother, the filly had ventured out into the lands beyond her home for the first time that morning. The further they moved from the beach, the colder it got. Soon, her fluffy coat seemed like not enough and Kaba pranced around just to keep herself warm. When the small family arrived at the place where the race was meant to be, Kaba hesitated and looked over it in awe. There was still a lot of water, but all the plants seemed different and it wasn't overgrown so you couldn't see the sky or anything! She splashed into the swamp water eagerly, only to immediately slip and nearly fall on her face. The spotted filly scampered to a tuft of grass poking through the mud where she caught her balance. With a snort, she pawed at the cold water, challenging it to try and trip her again, though quickly realized that she was lagging behind her sister now. "Wait!" she called as she hurried to catch up, slipping and sliding again for a stride before she rightened herself. This race was going to be a hassle!
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Post by ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ on Mar 25, 2024 16:52:45 GMT -7
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Being born into Dark Woods, Osias was very familiar with the term "war". It left devastation and scars on the land that took years to heal - if at all. She must have gotten too comfortable as she got older, because the capture of her family was something she'd never seen coming. Her mother, grandmother, sister and brother had all been taken and gone for nearly a year. Osias had gone through the various stages of grief seemingly endlessly in that time, only for it to be flipped upside-down when they came back. Honestly, she hadn't expected for them to make it back. Her dad had been a little more hopeful, but Osias knew that things like that meant death and death didn't always mean coming back as an angel to visit. She'd struggled with that and tried to force herself to accept it, only to be wrong in the end.
And she was happy to be wrong, by all means, but it made readjusting a little difficult. The oddly marked mare tried not to show her own distraught when she was the one who had been home safe the entire time. It felt unfair for her to be struggling, when nothing had actually happened to her. Everyone had changed since being back as well, especially her sister. Vrakali was... distant, to say the least. It was understandable. Osias found herself trying over and over to come up with something to say, but when all she had was "I saw this gorgeous fish", she felt stupid for even trying to say something like that to someone who had been through so much. In the end, they'd grown apart, and that was something Osias regarded bitterly.
When Osias had been told by Vrakali that there was a race and she intended to participate, Osias leapt at the opportunity. She wasn't sure if her sister had left Dark Woods since returning, but going out and socializing was definitely a good sign! And if her sister could run a race, then it felt like an excuse to allow herself the freedom to do so as well. It would've been silly for her to do it by herself, but if Vrakali thought it was important... then it was important.
The young mare had lagged behind some, but arrived at the starting area shortly after her sister. She regarded the strangers coolly, unsure if anyone was actually to be trusted here. There were some yearlings and she briefly wondered if their parents were insane. With a soft sigh, she fell into place beside her sister, feeling rather tense and aware of every awkward hoof shuffle she did. "Umm," she grasped for something to say, something that wouldn't be selfish or dumb, "a lot of new faces, right?" She immediately regretted waking up that morning and all her life choices that'd lead to her being there that day. New faces? she winced internally, no shit, this isn't Dark Woods! Her gaze shifted towards Vrakali to see if her sister had even heard her, hopefully not.
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Post by ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ on Mar 26, 2024 18:22:45 GMT -7
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For more race information, please check hereStage 2It is now time for our contestants' second posts! These will detail what's going on during the race. You may use different obstacles from the area (slick or deep mud, pools of water, frozen ground, fallen logs, etc.) and you may mention other participants, just be careful of power-playing :) The 5 days to reply begins now, with no posting order. Also, everyone made it so far- I’m throwing a 5,000 point bonus in for this first round! contestants+ ebonite + - Evadne + ebonite + - Vrakali illɘgal - Thrace illɘgal - Theseus ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ - Kabaiel ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ - Osias medilic - Abaddon faeriiefox - Hellbane fleabittengray - Osiris fleabittengray - Lush Indi - Faelon Indi - Eamon
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Post by faeriiefox on Mar 27, 2024 10:31:30 GMT -7
As the signal to begin echoed through the mist-laden air, Helbane surged forward, his powerful muscles propelling him through the treacherous terrain of the swamp. The slick, half-frozen mud squelched beneath his hooves, offering little traction as he fought to maintain his balance amidst the mire. Each stride was a battle against the clinging earth, every step a testament to his determination to conquer the unforgiving landscape. The chill of the thawing marsh seeped into his bones, but the ivory and ebony hued stallion pressed onward, his focus unwavering as he raced toward the horizon.
The thick fog enveloped him like a shroud, obscuring his surroundings and heightening the sense of isolation that permeated the swamp. Yet, through the haze, Helbane could sense the presence of his brother, Abaddon, a rival whose very existence fueled the fire of competition burning within him. As well as the others who had come to this race to try and make their mark. Suddenly, a fallen log loomed before him, its gnarled branches reaching out like grasping claws. With a swift, instinctive leap, Helbane cleared the obstacle with ease, feeling the rush of exhilaration as he soared through the air. But as he landed on the other side, the soggy ground gave way beneath him, causing him to slip and stumble for a moment. Dead branches tugged at his tail, snagging on his sleek coat as he fought to regain his footing in the mushy terrain.
For a heartbeat, it felt as though time stood still, the world reduced to the sensation of slick mud and grasping branches. But then, with a defiant snort, Helbane found his balance once more, pushing himself onward with renewed determination. The race was far from over, and he would not be deterred by a mere stumble. With each stride, he pushed himself harder, driving through the swamp with a fierce intensity that left no room for doubt. Ahead, the mist parted like a curtain, revealing the twisting path that lay before him. With a wild gleam in his eyes, Helbane surged forward, his heart pounding in time with the rhythm of his hooves. He would not be defeated, not by the swamp nor by his brother's shadow. Victory was within reach, and he would seize it with all the fury of a stallion unleashed.
As he thundered through the marshland, every muscle in his body strained against the resistance of the terrain. The cold mud sucked at his hooves, threatening to drag him down into its murky depths, but Helbane refused to yield. Each obstacle became a challenge to overcome, a testament to his indomitable will. With a powerful surge of determination, Helbane leaped over another fallen log, half submerged in an icy puddle, his heart pounding in his chest as he cleared the obstacle with ease. This one had been easier, the ground harder where he landed, more frozen, gicing him more leverage to accelerate after the jump, speeding up once more even as he heard the other contestants through the fog, all fighting to conquer the mud and ice.
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Post by + ebonite + on Mar 28, 2024 18:18:30 GMT -7
Vrakali found herself focusing on her breathing as she stood there, watching other horses file in around her. All strangers. She hadn't been around so many strangers in a very long time. It was uncomfortable. Her skin was prickling and she shifted back and forth on her spot, trying to ignore the feeling of insects crawling on her skin. So many strangers with unknown intentions. Yes, it was more than likely they were here for the race and nothing more, but her brain was seeing enemies in all of them. Any one of them could take the opportunity to capture her after the race.... Any one of them... She found herself start to tremble and then her sister came into view, distracting her from the trauma spiral. 'Umm... ' her sister said, 'a lot of new faces, right?' Osias said, unknowingly bringing back some of Vrakali's anxiety. She winced the tiniest bit but nodded. Her sister was here now - a familiar face. And this was supposed to be something fun. After all, Avitas had gone to one of these and he had returned home just fine. There was no reason the same thing wouldn't happen to her now.
"It's been a while since I've been around so many new faces," she acknowledged, surprised at how strong her voice sounded. She was glad for that. She didn't want Osias to feel bad. Her sister had done nothing wrong. Vrakali hated how everything had become so awkward between them. Hopefully this could be the start of fixing that. "This should be interesting. I hope we don't slip and fall," she said, eyeing the terrain again. Her feet were sunk into the mud by the starting line. They'd need a bath after this too, she suspected. "Though we'll definitely need a bath," she said, trying to be more lighthearted and unsure if she succeeded or not. Either way, she didn't have a lot of time to wonder about it because only a few seconds later the starting sound went off and the crowd surged forward. Vrakali delayed a few seconds before she started off, feeling sluggish. The ground was uneven and squishy and she did her best to avoid as many puddles as possible. Even that strategy was not free of pitfalls however. Her hooves slipped on the mud and some areas were deeper than she anticipated and made her stumble as she misjudged the depth. It took no time at all for her heart to pound and her legs to burn, her breath coming fast. She tried to figure out where Osias was, but the moment she took her eyes off the ground, she stumbled more. Osias will be fine. Focus. This is a race! Though she had never made it her goal to win, she should still try and make an attempt. That was the whole fun of it. Gritting her teeth, she pushed her pace faster, dodging fallen branches and frozen puddles, her legs caked in mud now. Run run run... That's what you came here for!
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Post by + ebonite + on Mar 28, 2024 18:50:40 GMT -7
evadne 'Wait!' Evadne heard her sister call out and she turned back from the starting line to watch her sister slip on the ice as she hurried to catch up. Kaba needed to be careful! They hadn't even started the race yet, she couldn't get hurt already! "Be careful!" she chided gently, both worried that her sister would hurt herself and also selfishly worried that she would have to race by herself if she did so. That just wouldn't be right. They had to race together. This was their first time out of Rain Forest Beach. It had to be perfect. She turned back to the starting line before she started to pout too much and watched as other horses filed in around them. They were by far the youngest here, it looked like. Evadne felt even more nervous now, shuffling in her place, her hooves sinking back and forth in the mud. All of them had much longer legs, how were she and Kaba possibly going to win now? She gave herself a shake, trying to get rid of that bad thought. They were also a lot smaller, right? That meant they would be lighter. Right? The starting noise went off at that moment and Evadne was jolted into action. Well, time to test her theory! She sped up immediately and was immediately sent sprawling forward as she hit a patch of ice hidden in a puddle. The mud wasn't as harsh to fall on as other terrain, but it was far from graceful and did not feel good. She immediately felt tears stab against the backs of her eyes, an involuntary reaction. She got up again, knowing her mom had probably seen her fall and maybe Kaba too. But she was okay. She was okay. She wasn't going to cry. She spat the mud out of her mouth and continued on again, this time watching more closely for puddles. It meant going slower, but she didn't want to do that again. Her mouth still tasted gross. And she was covered in mud now! She'd just have to take a bath when she got home. Right now, it was race time. She'd finish this race no matter what! timeline 1 year 2 months, after thread with kabaiel "Speech"art by noctiilucent
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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 30, 2024 12:14:33 GMT -7
x OSIRIS There was no telling who would win this race. The turnout for it was good, lots of different ranges in ages too it seemed - he spotted some who could not be more than a year old at most. He wondered if, perhaps, Thomasin would have raced with him, had she known who he was, and what he was to her, but she shook the thought from his head with a soft snort and steadied his gaze out into the fog. He'd hoped that, by the time the signal to start the race was given, the fog would dissipate a bit but no such luck - meaning that as soon as everyone lurched forward to run, they were entering not only icy and muddied terrain, but terrain obscured by fog as well. Unlike some others, Osiris did not go launching himself forward right away, but took a slower approach. He kept half an eye on Lush as well, not wanting his sister to get lost or worse. He knew she was well old enough to take care of herself but he couldn't help it. He was always worried about her. She wasn't known for making the wisest of decisions, after all. He had to focus, though, not worry! Drawing the swamp-scented air into his nostrils, grimacing slightly at the stench, the appaloosa stallion just barely managed to dodge around a puddle of ice that surely would have sent him spiraling downward into the mud. Mud that was already caking his legs and belly and chest as he ran through it. He was going to need a bath as soon as this was over. He wondered what Lush was thinking. She'd always hated being dirty - mud was one of her least favorite things. He wondered if she would have agreed to this race, had she known the environment it would be in and how muddy it would be. He chuckled to himself, becoming distracted, and that was when he stumbled on a large rock in his path. Osiris squealed in surprise, sent down to his knees in the water. He grunted, gritting his teeth against the pain as he hauled himself back up onto all four hooves. No time to check for injuries, he hoped for the best as he propelled himself forward again. He'd lost sight of Lush during his fall - it was so hard to see through the fog, anyway - so he settled on just getting through this race and meeting her at the finish line. March 2024 IC Race 415 | Profilenotes 4 years 5 months (I think idek tbh)
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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 30, 2024 12:22:27 GMT -7
x LUSH Once Lush realized just how much mud and filth there was here... she felt her heart sink. She hated being dirty. She could already feel her hooves sloshing around in the mess below, and it was starting to cake around her ankles. The feeling of the mud made her skin crawl, but the smile remained on her face because this was supposed to be fun and she wasn't about to let some mud draw the fun out of it. Not even a lot of mud. Shifting her weight as she waited for the signal, she blinked and then squinted into the fog. Was it just her imagination, or did the fog seem impossibly thick - at least when she was looking with her left eye? She refused to think it was blurry, refused to believe there was anything wrong with her eye at all, and when the signal was given to start the race, she carefully jumped forward. At first, she matched pace with Osiris, her brother unknowingly being her eye on the left side. She lost him to the fog however, as matching pace became too difficult to do. She did her best not to let a sense of panic trickle over her. Not caring much about winning, she slowed her pace and took her time picking her way through the swamp. At first, she tried to avoid the worst of the mud, but in the end she was just barreling through it at a lope, splashing along and worrying more about avoiding the patches of ice. March 2024 IC Race 257 | ProfileWoohoo! 5 years 2 months ???
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Post by Indi on Mar 30, 2024 21:44:39 GMT -7
Eamon could hear the sounds of other equines all around, with Faelon obviously being the closest. For the moment, his brother’s shoulder was against his own to guide and keep him on all fours as they joined the rest of the racers at the starting line. However, obviously, that would not be feasible as soon as the race itself started. Some equines in his position might have been anxious at the thought of running a race on unfamiliar territory. And that was not even taking into consideration the ice and muck and other hazards that would make this race less than safe. Point of fact, most would be wise enough not to participate at all. No one had ever accused Eamon of a particularly vast store of wisdom… He was grinning, head lifted, harks pressed forward attentively as he took in the sounds of the others, the scents that filled his nares.
Well… to be fair, he did wrinkle his nose a little at the less than stellar scent of the swampy air.
Neither the murky atmosphere, the icy muck underhoof, or even the simple fact that he could not see a single, solitary thing dampened the inky stallion’s spirits. If anything, his grin only grew as he impatiently awaited the signal that would send them all dashing forward. He had no illusions about his chances of actually winning the race, but he was looking forward to throwing himself all out into the competition regardless.
Very nearly bouncing from hoof to hoof with impatience, Eamon went leaping forward as the signal to start was given. Or at least, that was the intention. It was more of a slip-slide flail of sorts that somehow did not result in the black half-Thoroughbred falling into the muck. Albeit, he did hear a bit of a grunt of annoyance from his brother when Faelon got a bit of a coating flung in his direction. An excited sound almost involuntarily escaped the blind racer and he did not slow even as he lurched forward. How he kept his footing despite ice and all the other hazards prone to trip up the racers in the foggy atmosphere was anyone's guess.
On the upside, he did not have to worry about the thick fog impacting him in the slightest? Character;; Eamon Tagged;; Fellow racers! Notes;; <3 Timeline;; 5 yrs old.
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Post by illɘgal on Mar 30, 2024 21:59:54 GMT -7
As the painted colt watched more strangers gather, his excitement began to build. He chose to stay near the edge of the group until a familiar face finally made its appearance. Instinctively, Thrace turned toward his twin to say something when the equines around him began to take off. A wild grin stretched across his white lips as he spun on his hindquarters and took off. The mud beneath his hooves was slick and cold but he didn't allow it to bother him. The fog was still hanging low, making it difficult for the Helkaer foal to notice ice cold puddles and deep gouges in the sludge. He lost count of how many times he slid in the haze and pretended that his hocks were slathered in grime. None of that mattered if it meant he could beat Theseus today.
After tripping over a slimy log and nearly getting a mouthful of mud, Thrace let out a loud, unchecked laugh. He slid while crashing through a frozen puddle, almost wanting to stop and smash the rest of the ice. But there was no time. He hadn't seen his brother since the beginning of the race, so that had to be a good sign. There was no way he would lose to his twin, not today.
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Post by illɘgal on Mar 30, 2024 22:11:15 GMT -7
Right before the race began in earnest, the yearling had spied his deranged twin not far from the edge of the group. Before either of them could say a single word, all the racers around him had taken off. Theseus was unfazed and gave his brother a smirk before dashing off into the fog. His cream and white coat quickly became filthy and riddled with mud as he ran, but he couldn't find it within himself to care. A dirty coat was a fair trade to be able to prove that he was the better twin.
There was a moment when his split eyes turned from the foggy undergrowth to look nearby to see if Thrace was visible in the fog. In that split second, one hoof went through the thin ice of a puddle while the other legs simply slid in different directions. It took a feat from the gods to prevent the colt from going headfirst into the muck as a snort pushed through his nares. What kind of land did they find themselves in? The yearling slowed his pace as he carefully navigated to drier - albeit, still extremely muddy - ground before being able to increase his speed again. He can only hope that no one, especially Thrace, saw that embarrassing slip.
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Post by Indi on Mar 31, 2024 13:50:28 GMT -7
For the moment, Faelon could keep an eye on his brother, his shoulder pressed against Eamon’s to help guide him to where the rest of the racers had gathered in a line. The inky half-Thoroughbred could just imagine the picture they must make to the other horses who had gathered. Especially with him guiding Eamon along, the two of them mirror images of each other aside from Eamon currently coated with more muck than himself. Albeit some had already rubbed off on him. Not something he was excited about… but it could be worse.
And then it got worse when the signal to start was given and his brother lurched forward in a madly flailing spectacle that had probably been intended to be a graceful leap forward into a run. A grunt of annoyance escaped him, but there was really nothing he could do about it. Not when the time had come to race and his competitive streak pulled him forward, despite the momentary delay. In the fog, it was hard to tell who was who, and while he was almost certain he spotted his brother more than once as he surged carefully forward… there was no way to be absolutely certain.
Mother might kill him later for losing track of his brother, but for now, all he could focus on was the race. Particularly given those heart-stopping moments when ice or other hazards nearly sent him flying. Faelon had no idea how it was he had not yet fallen… and he hoped he could maintain that. Character;; Faelon Tagged;; Fellow racers! Notes;; <3 Timeline;; 5 yrs old.
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Abaddon“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here."The moment the race began Abaddon could feel a wave of calmness wash over him, it was something he had developed over the years of sparring and battling others. His banner lashed behind him as he began to move, long legs took even greater strides. Abaddon was many things and while he wasn't exactly the fastest, he was far from slow, and what he lacked in speed he made up for in raw endurance and strength. He could feel his muscles coiling as he propelled himself forward, he did not pay mind to his competitors doing so was only an unneeded distraction. He would tune them out as his mind focused only on the path ahead.
The ground was slick with mud, uneven, and dangerous. He knew beneath the layer of mud there was an even slicker layer of ice, a layer he knew he would be breaking with each stomp. After all, he was at least 2500 pounds. He was bulking and made of pure muscle, there wasn't much he could do to avoid the ice crunching beneath him when his daggers dug through the mud. While his strong legs and rather sturdy hooves could navigate through mud exceptionally easily, the ice beneath made it a slightly harder challenge. He realized this after jumping over a log that was blocking the way he slid slightly on the mud but found his left front dagger catching on the ice he broke through and causing him to stumble, having to shift all of his weight onto his right side so he wouldn't fall over. It cost him a little bit of his speed, but he was eventually able to right himself again.
He did not push himself for speed either, he knew it was better to save that until the end of the race. It did not matter to him if he had fallen back yet, he knew he needed to get used to the challenges that this landscape provided and had to make sure he kept his energy levels high. This time as he approached another log he did not try and plant himself into the ground after he jumped, rather letting himself use the mud and ice to his advantage. Letting his body slide forward before launching his body out of the mud, and following the path once more. The fog made it hard to see the course up ahead, so he tried to not overthink it and just conquer each obstacle as it came at him. Abaddon could not lie beating his brother at a race would be thoroughly enjoyable, he often stood on the sidelines when it came to Helbane and would often help him get his way. But with a competition? A race, nonetheless? He wouldn't mind wiping off his brother's sly grin and using this as something he could tease him with for a while.
The pools of water weren't in themselves hard for him to get through, but what made the ones he couldn't just jump over irritating was the thick layer of mud underneath. Even with his rather large hooves which usually cut through the mud rather easily, he found himself getting caught, and sinking. He was able to get unstuck each time, but it came at the price of precious energy and speed as well. The battle with mud and water showed on his coat, painting it a murky sort of brown layer where the water hit him. He would hope that at this time his size was helping him stay at the very least in the middle of the crowd, hoping his long strides and endurance were keeping his shortcomings with the mud and ice at the moment rather even.
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Post by ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ on Mar 31, 2024 17:08:01 GMT -7
O s i a s ;
Fortunately, Vrakali had enough grace to spare Osias from the awkward conversation. "It's been a while since I've been around so many new faces," Vrakali replied, seamlessly, "This should be interesting. I hope we don't slip and fall." Osias nodded quickly in agreement, feeling indebted to her sister for not just leaving her hanging. "Though we'll definitely need a bath," the other mare noted and it gave Osias a start, thinking that maybe her sister was okay with things like joking around again. Maybe not as much as before, but that definitely had been said with some humor, hadn't it? Osias barked out a laugh, then realized she'd sounded a little forced and tried to play it off as she was just that amused. "Oh yes, definitely," she replied, shifting her weight between her hooves, the mud making a soft squelch in protest.
Osias hardly had refocused on the race when the start was signaled, catching her off-guard. With a jolt, she launched herself forward and into the muck, immediately sliding on the hidden layer of ice beneath. For a few broken strides she struggled to right herself, coating her legs and belly with the cold, wet earth. However, the oddly colored mare managed to right herself before she did actually go down. Snorting in a rather undignified manner, Osias pushed herself forward again (with a little more care for her balance) and tried to catch up with the others... or at least, she'd assumed she'd been left behind. Once the starting line had broken up and everyone began running, the fog had easily isolated her from them all. Her heart clenched as she realized her sister was now alone out there and she charged forward; slamming her hooves down with each stride to gouge into the mud and ice. The last thing she wanted was for Vrakali to think she wasn't trying... or for something to happen again.
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Post by ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ on Mar 31, 2024 17:21:07 GMT -7
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Despite the gentle scolding from her sister, Kaba reached the starting line with much more sliding and a few giggles. If she was going to have a hard time, the least she could do was have fun with it! The odds were already stacked so high against the sisters, being that they were years younger than everyone else there. The yearling tried not to let that bother her. She and her sister were used to diving through the jungle and galloping across the wet, sandy beach. Dry, firm ground was something of a foreign concept.
As soon as the start of the race was signaled, Kaba was off. She leapt forward with all of her strength - eager to charge ahead to the lead - only for her forelegs to slip directly underneath her and send her face-first into the mud. "Oof!" she struggled to roll onto her side, legs churning up even more of the swamp as she coated her chest and right side in a thick layer of it. Finally, she pulled herself back up to her hooves, just in time to notice her sister doing the same. Kaba couldn't stop herself from bursting out laughing and she charged forward again, eager to get the lead on her sister... when she ended up head-over-hoof in the mud again. "Oh c'mon!" she complained, still laughing as she now shook the mud off her face and it fell to the water with loud plops. Considering she'd now gone down twice, she was a little more careful getting to her hooves on the next try and got her balance before moving forward - this time at a much more stable trot. She still slid a little, but she wasn't diving face-first into the swamp anymore. The mud shifted to patches of mushy grass and pools of water, allowing her to pick up the pace a little, but the fresh taste of mud in her mouth kept her a little more reasonable.
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Post by ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ on Apr 3, 2024 15:56:18 GMT -7
March IC Race For more race information, please check hereHomestretchAs our contestants brave the half-frozen swamp, they draw closer to the finish! The fog has begun to burn off as the morning sun breaks through. A beaver's dam, stacked high with maple, oak, and birch, marks the end of the race. The contestants must simply leap over it and into the chilly pond beyond, but beavers are not known to be the most welcoming type. The 5 days to reply begins now, with no posting order. Everyone made it through round 2 as well, that's another 5,000 point bonus! contestants+ ebonite + - Evadne + ebonite + - Vrakali illɘgal - Thrace illɘgal - Theseus ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ - Kabaiel ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ - Osias medilic - Abaddon faeriiefox - Hellbane fleabittengray - Osiris fleabittengray - Lush Indi - Faelon Indi - Eamon
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Post by + ebonite + on Apr 3, 2024 19:32:13 GMT -7
As Vrakali ran, she found that she was trying a bit too hard to enjoy herself. Her teeth were clenched and her legs burned as she pushed herself forward, taking care to avoid as many puddles as possible. She saw more than one of the racers fall around her and she was determined not to make the same mistake. The fog had obscured many parts of the track and Vrakali found herself oddly alone among the group, where none of them could see the others. She tried to shake away the sense of panic and focused on the terrain in front of her, her hooves sinking into the soft earth. Her legs were coated with the layer of mud that sprayed out as she ran, but it was an oddly comforting feeling. It made her feel more alive, more attuned to the physical world than trapped in her own mind. Perhaps then, she wasn't trying too hard. Perhaps this was just the right amount that she needed.
She could not longer see Osias, which concerned her, but all she had to do was focus on the burning in her legs, the fast beating of her heart, her heavy breathing, and that worry lessened in the face of the physical stimuli. It felt... hopeful. That she was able to push away the worry like this. She just hoped that it wouldn't always have to involve a race. She continued on, not knowing where the finish line was, but starting to not care. Perhaps she could just run like this forever and have her worries melt away.
The fog started to dissipate as she ran on and she saw something up ahead - a pile of sticks? That stuck out to her in the midst of the rest of the terrain. Was that the finish line? There was nothing else around it that stood out. That had to be it. She fixated on that point, trying to map out a path in her mind. However, as she continued on, she noticed that there was movement around the pile - beavers. They must have constructed it in the first place. What an odd thing to use as a finish line marker. But she supposed whoever had chosen this terrain had never had their best interest in mind in the first place. She snorted a bit, her pace slowing a bit as she tried to figure out how best to leap the dam without disrupting the beavers too much. She did not want to run into one of them. She had seen them at the river at home. They were not the most friendly of creatures, especially if one threatened their dam. Well, she didn't have a whole lot of time. She'd just have to jump and hope for the best.
The dam loomed ahead of her, looking much taller than it had been when she'd first seen it. Gritting her teeth again, she made the leap and landed with a splash on the other side. Icy water dripped down her coat, making her shiver, but also feeling rather refreshing after the sweat she'd worked up during the race. She glanced around her, wondering where Osias had gone. Had she beat her sister or had her sister finished ahead of her?
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Post by + ebonite + on Apr 3, 2024 19:54:25 GMT -7
evadne Evadne's chest was stinging from her fall and she felt herself blushing furiously when she heard her sister laughing at her. Though by the looks of it, Kaba had fallen as well. Evadne stuck her tongue out at Kaba in defiance, only to watch her sister take another tumble, exclaiming, 'oh c'mon!' This time, it was Evadne's turn to laugh as she continued on, taking care to watch her step this time. It didn't look like they were the only ones to fall, though. There were various noises and exclamations at the beginning of the race. However, now that they'd gotten farther from the starting line, the fog had descended over them and had hidden a lot of them from view. Evadne's felt herself squinting as she ran, though it didn't really help much. She couldn't see where anyone else was! Huffing, she focused on her feet instead. If she placed each foot in the correct spot, it meant she would gain on everyone else, right? If she just paid attention enough, she would win this! She didn't think she cared that much about winning, but now that she was actually racing, the pressure to win felt heavy on her chest. Even if she was the youngest one here, she still wanted to win! She kept going and she was so focused on her feet that it took her a bit to notice that the fog was disappearing. She glanced up with surprise to see that she could, well, actually see now. And she could see something big up ahead. Was that a pile of sticks? A dam? Was that what it was called? She squinted again, despite it not helping her before. That was weird. Why was that there? Did they have to cross that? Was that the end of the race? Other racers seemed to be heading toward it, so Evadne decided that she would too. Even if it looked pretty big. She could still make the jump. Nothing was going to stop her! She picked up speed as she headed toward it, hoping that would help boost her jump. She felt so small compared to everyone else. She managed not to fall as she headed for it. At the last second, she jumped up, hoping that it was enough to clear it. She felt her back hooves clip the pile a bit, but not enough to make her fall and not enough to move the sticks out of place. She hit the ground - or rather, she hit a pool of water on the other side and gave a yelp as she did so. The water was freezing! Shivering, she glanced around, wondering who would tell them who had won. Had she won? Had her sister won? timeline 1 year 2 months, after thread with kabaiel "Speech"art by noctiilucent
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 6, 2024 10:21:54 GMT -7
x OSIRIS The fog started to lift after a minute or so of the mad dash through it. At first, Osiris thought he was imagining it, blinking rapidly and slowing his pace for a moment, thinking he was seeing things but those things ended up being the other racers. The fog was starting to go away! He scanned the area for Lush, but was unable to spot her while also trying to focus on where he was putting his feet. He was a large horse, standing at 18 hands, with a broad build and strong muscles. If he fell, he would fall hard - he'd gotten lucky once, he doubted his luck would stay with him! He wasn't a big believer in good luck or good fate, anyway. Not after all he'd witnessed in the world. Life was wicked and karma was cruel. So he forced himself to look forward again, to pay more attention again to where he was placing his feet, and then, as the fog continued to lift, he spied an obstacle up ahead. He snorted in annoyance when he realized the dam was right where the finish line was supposed to be. Just who the hell had designed this race? And were those beavers? Gritting his teeth, already able to hear the angry chittering of the beavers as the racers all drew closer to the dam, Osiris had no choice but to go over the dam and hope no beavers tried to bite his leg off. Or ankles, rather. They weren't very large, but they were mean. Determined not to get bit, Osiris charged at the dam when he saw a clearing - only for a beaver to appear directly in front of him. He huffed, forced to take off early or risk squishing the critter. Determined as he was to make it through the race, he didn't want it to result in him killing an innocent creature. There was a moment where he thought he would make it, grinning, but then both bag legs caught onto the dam, knocking loose several sticks and twigs... and he went down. He had just enough time to inhaled and then hold his breath as he landed very ungracefully into the water, splashing under it. There was a brief moment of panic but then he calmed himself and stopped his senseless flailing. Other racers could be coming behind him! He had to get back up and away, out of the line of fire, or risk someone landing on top of him. His head popped out of the water first, a lily pad comically stuck between his ears. The water was cold, more like freezing, and he hauled himself up to his feet and trotted out of the way. He was limping, but nothing felt broken or seriously injured, just sore. He'd gotten lucky... how ironic. March 2024 IC Race 472 | Profilenotes 4 years 5 months (I think idek tbh)
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