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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 6, 2024 10:41:37 GMT -7
x LUSH Lush hated how filthy she was getting, but she had no choice unless she wanted to give up on this race and she was not a quitter. A whiner and a complainer, yes, but not a quitter! So onward she charged, knowing once this was all over she was going to complain the whole way back home to her brother. Hopefully, she'd be able to find him once they got to the finish line! She was over the race already. If it was on some warm, sunny beach it would be much better but a swamp? Ugh! She stunk to high heavens and it was making her self-conscious despite knowing everyone around her must had stunk just as bad. Which, speaking of everyone around her - the fog was lifting! She could see! She grinned, feeling a sense of relief - which was immediately replaced with dread when she spotted the dam that she was, she figured, supposed to jump over - and the load of angry beavers all chittering around it. She almost stopped completely and turned the other way around, but she refused to give up when she'd come this far! Collecting her stride, Lush aimed for the lowest portion of the dam (because she really wasn't all that great at jumping) and hoped for the best as she sailed over it, even closing her eyes until she felt herself splash into the cold water behind it. It jolted her eyes open and she spooked forward as she felt something brushing against her in the water. A goddamn beaver was swimming after her! "Oh, great!" she snapped, loping a few feet away, hoping the beaver would give up the chase as other equines came crossing over the dam. No such luck, it continued to pursue her, chittering angrily the entire time. It was almost funny. Almost. Seeing no other way to get rid of the beaver, she slowed and lifted a hind leg, kicking out and punting the beaver away from her. It wouldn't be a hard enough kick to kill it, but it certainly wouldn't feel nice. She kinda felt bad, actually, hearing it's little screech of pain before it began to skedaddle away back toward the damn. Only once she was sure the beaver was gone, and not going to come back, did she slow to a walk and begin to look around, breathing heavily, trying to spot her younger brother. March 2024 IC Race 402 | ProfileWooo race completed 5 years 2 months ???
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Post by faeriiefox on Apr 7, 2024 2:57:34 GMT -7
As Helbane surged forward through the treacherous swamp, his senses honed to a razor's edge, he could feel that end was becoming tantalizingly close, a beacon of triumph shining through the lingering mist. The half-frozen mud clung to his hooves, threatening to slow his progress, but he pushed onward with a relentless determination, his muscles burning with exertion. With each stride, the fever that had plagued him not too long ago seemed to fade in comparison to the heat he felt in his muscles, straining against the slush. The pounding of his heart echoed in his ears, driving him forward with a primal urgency that left no room for doubt or hesitation.
As the fog began to dissipate under the warming rays of the morning sun, revealing the twisted landscape in all its eerie splendor, Helbane could see the end of the race looming on the horizon. Ahead, a beaver's dam rose like a sentinel, a formidable barrier that marked the culmination of their journey through the swamp. The dam was a haphazard construction of maple, oak, and birch, stacked high with a chaotic beauty that belied the danger it posed, typical for beavers. Beyond it lay the chilly pond, its dark waters shimmering in the newfound light, beckoning the racers to complete their final leap to victory.
But as Helbane drew closer to the dam, a sense of apprehension prickled at the back of his mind. Beavers were known to be territorial creatures, fiercely protective of their domain, and he knew that crossing their dam would not be without its risks. Nevertheless, the thrill of the race coursed through his veins like liquid fire, drowning out the voice of caution that whispered in the depths of his mind. With a defiant snort, Helbane charged toward the dam, his hooves thundering against the sodden earth as he prepared to make the leap.
As he approached the towering structure, Helbane could see the disturbance on the surface, probably a beaver right under the surface, waking from their wintery slumber, and waiting to bite into their legs if they stepped into their waters. Dspite this, with a powerful surge of energy, Helbane launched himself into the air, his muscles straining against the force of gravity as he soared over the dam with a grace that belied his size. For a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, the world reduced to the rush of wind against his face and the pounding of his heart. And then, with a resounding splash, Helbane landed in the chilly pond beyond, the water splashing up over his body so cold that stole his breath away, and he felt a sting on his left leg. Apparently he had struck a sharp piece of wood, nicking his pastern and making it bleed in ruby red. But even as he struggled to not slip on the silt and mud at the bottom, he felt a thrill in his heart, because he had finished the race, regardless if he was victorious or not. As he walked through the icy waters, his tail streaming behind him like a ghostly banner, Helbane couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him. He had conquered the swamp, faced down its dangers, and emerged triumphant on the other side. It was then he felt, and heard, an angry animal try to go after him. A beaver was angry that he had barged in upon them, and angry sounds ensued as it tried to bite his legs. Bucking a little he managed to push it away before he hurried his steps towards the edge of the pond. And as he emerged from the water, his coat gleaming in the light with water dripping from him, he shook himself to get rid of the most of it, before looking around. He wanted to see if his brother was here already, or if he could get the pleasure of seeing him come in after him. Resting his left hoof a little bit, he felt it tingle and burn, but the chilly water that was drupping down his leg was at least soothing, all while waiting on the results of the race.
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Post by Indi on Apr 7, 2024 8:07:06 GMT -7
With far more of the Thoroughbred and Arab of his ancestry evident in his frame than the Shire, Eamon was certainly well suited for racing. And with a restless nature that always desired to go, it was hardly a surprise that he had the drive to race. Or at least, to run. The fact that he was completely blind was... a bit of a complication when it came to racing to win. Or even racing safely. Eamon was aware that his brother had tried to keep close at the start to help guide him around obstacles, but with the thick fog initially... for a little while at least, all the participants had been equally hampered when it came to seeing the course ahead. Not that Eamon was aware of such, given that he could not see either way. The fog had neither hampered nor helped when it came to dashing headlong through the swamp, slipping and sliding haphazardly along. More than once he had slipped on the icy muck underhoof. Worse, he had collided with other obstacles along the way too, though whether tree, rock, or equine... he had never stayed still long enough to find out. Practically coated head to tail in the swampy filth by now and admittedly rather bruised, Eamon let nothing slow him down regardless.
Vaguely, Eamon was aware of a touch of warmth to his pelt that had not been there before, an indication of the sun breaking through the fog. An advantage to the other competitors, but meaningless to the blind stallion. He forged on just the same as before with his slipping and sliding gait. Would he have done better, even blind, had he taken the time to go at least somewhat slower and take more caution when it came to his footing? Perhaps, but "slower" had never been in Eamon's vocabulary and it was not going to show up there now. Not even when sounds from his fellow racers should have given him pause, wondering what might lie ahead to cause such. Or when the sounds of other creatures, agitated creatures, could be heard ahead. Not for one second did his pace slow. Not even when he heard Faelon call out in warning.
Not even when he collided with something large and solid and prickly and definitely not something you should generally just plow straight into. Any other point in the dam, no doubt Eamon would have been knocked back. Fortunately for Eamon and unfortunately for the beavers, his path had led him to the thinnest point of the dam. Meaning the inky racer plowed straight through to the other side. Water splashed his face, a growing volume that probably should have been troubling. But more concerning was PAIN that blossomed, accompanied by very angry chittering.
The beavers were on the warpath. Already one had sunk painfully enormous teeth into the blind stallion and more were on the way. Driving forward relentlessly, shaking and kicking out at beavers that probably wanted to use his bones and flesh to repair their dam, Eamon sought to escape their wrath. Thankfully, it was not long before Faelon was with him, helping to drive back the furious creatures. Character;; Eamon Tagged;; Fellow racers! Notes;; <3 Timeline;; 5 yrs old.
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Post by Indi on Apr 7, 2024 11:41:43 GMT -7
At least for a little while, Faelon had a slightly better understanding of what his brother had to deal with all the time. Sight hampered by thick fog was definitely not his favourite part of this race, but he did not let it slow him down too much. It was hard to rein in the impulse to go just as fast as he possibly could no matter the consequences, but he had fallen once -- an unfortunate combination of trying to avoid tripping on a fallen branch followed by an icy patch -- and had no interest in falling a second time. So he tried to keep his pace fast, while also as cautious as possible. Placing his hooves where they were less likely to encounter ice or other hazards.
And then the fog began to break up. It was nice to feel the warmth of the sun coming through. Even nicer to be able to get a better look at where he was going. Ahead, he could see the looming barrier of sticks that clearly made up a beaver's dam. Unhelpfully populated by an unfriendly-looking bunch of beavers. Scanning his fellow racers, he spotted what he knew must be Eamon -- even if his brother was completely unrecognizable under a thick coating of swamp muck. Barrelling directly towards the dam with no signs of slowing down or turning. That... was not going to end well. He hollered a warning to his blind brother... but even as he sailed gracefully over the dam, he could see the same was not true for the youngest of the identical quadruplets.
Had his brother actually plowed right through the dam? Faelon was not sure whether to be embarrassed or impressed.
Though... he was not sure he wanted to be connected to the swamp monster his brother was looking like at the moment...
Unfortunately, beavers had taken offense to Eamon smashing through their dam and Faelon knew his mother and sister would make him regret all of his life choices if he did not take action and help his brother out of the angry beaver predicament he had gotten himself into. He tried to drive them off carefully, not wanting to be the one to actually kill one of the creatures, though how successful he was in that, especially with the one that had sunk its teeth into his brother... he was not entirely certain.
And he was trying not to get too terribly impatient in finding out who had won the race while driving beavers away from his brother. Character;; Faelon Tagged;; Fellow racers! Notes;; <3 Timeline;; 5 yrs old.
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Post by illɘgal on Apr 8, 2024 12:12:59 GMT -7
The roan colt was unfazed by the fact that the last time he had seen his brother had been before the chaos of the start of the race. Why would it? It was probably a good sign - it could mean that he was well ahead of that smarmy yearling. The sun slowly began to offer some warmth to cut through the chilly morning, though he hardly noticed as he continued slipping through the mud. Despite the surprisingly difficult and annoying terrain, the painted yearling was far too excited to let it affect his mood. No, mud and ice weren't going to get in his way.
That strange pile of logs, however? That might pose a problem. Was he supposed to... run through it? Jump it? Thrace's pace slowed momentarily, golden eyes scanning the uneven surface and noting some unusually large creatures. He had never seen a beaver before, never even heard the name. He had no idea if they were aggressive, and had zero desire to take the time to find out. His speed increased again, aiming for what he hoped was a relatively narrow section of whatever this natural barrier was. He judged the height of his jump correctly, but what the colt didn't anticipate was the width of such a structure. His front legs smashed into a mixture of wet and relatively dry logs, leaving trails of blood down those white dipped pillars. A squeal escaped as his head tossed high and he fought his legs free to dip into the chilly pond on the other side. He was too distracted by the pain to look for other racers or his brother, momentarily debating going back to destroy more logs. That would teach those creatures.
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TAG Racerz WORDS 287 TIMELINE About a year old ~better late than never~
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Post by illɘgal on Apr 8, 2024 12:24:56 GMT -7
Theseus didn't bother looking to see if anyone had noticed his slip, not wanting to start a fight during a fun outing. Instead, he kept pushing through the mud and slick surface. As he moved, the fog began to lift and the sun slowly made its appearance. He was able to see more of the deepened ruts near his hooves, helping the speckled colt navigate to more manageable spots and allowing his pace to increase even further. It was a rush to run through these unfamiliar lands and race against these strangers. Obviously, it was even more invigorating to be trying to best his twin. Thrace would be furious for months if the taller colt beat him.
With a half smile tugging at his lips, the Helkaer yearling crested a slight hill and saw a pond not too far down a muddied path of sorts. There was a dam between the equine and the chilly water and it was crawling with the largest rodents he had ever seen. Were they even rodents? As he drew closer, their teeth became more visible and he began to look at the best way over the wooden structure. Seeing nothing he would consider to be "easy", Theseus opted for a section that seemed to lack any of the hairy creatures. As he prepared to jump, large teeth snapped neared his hocks. Without looking back, the creamy colt decided to push through the logs, smashing some, finding slippery purchase on others, and cutting open his legs on jagged edges. He snorted loudly as he pushed through, breathing a sigh of relief when his hooves reached the cool water on the other side. Where was Thrace? Did he beat him?
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TAG Racerz WORDS 284 TIMELINE About a year old This was so fun!!!
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Post by ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ on Apr 8, 2024 15:32:05 GMT -7
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Despite her best efforts, Osias found herself isolated in the fog. She could hear the thunder of hooves and splashes everywhere around here, meaning that she was still well within the pack. She tried to push herself harder, despite the burning from exertion and strain in her legs. All she wanted was to make sure she could get an eye on her sister- just to make sure nothing happened! The damn swamp seemed to have a problem with that. The mud sucked at her legs and forced her to keep a slower pace than she wished, but still she struggled on.
By some miracle, the sun grew steadily brighter and the fog began to dissipate, well enough for Osias to take note of the moderately sized dam she was approaching. The others seemed to be charging for it, some tall branches marking it as the finish. With the end in sight, the young mare sucked in a breath and dug deeper, trying to push herself forward as she tried to catch a glimpse of wherever her sister had gone. The dam seemed to race up to meet her and she could hear the discontent rodents within. Angry thumps caused her to shy away from the initial area she wanted to jump, forcing her to take a much higher leap. Osias launched herself over the dam - with a bit too much force, as it turned out. Instead of her hooves meeting ground again on the other side, they sliced through the swampy water and just kept going. She got out a brief cry of surprise before splashing down fully into the pond, the water surging over her head. Her hooves finally hit the bottom and she pushed hard, throwing herself back up to the surface. With a wild gasp, she began to tread water, swimming vigorously towards whatever grassy area looked like it'd hold her, her harks pinned back flat as she temporarily was distracted from her anxiety over Vrakali.
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Post by ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ on Apr 8, 2024 15:41:56 GMT -7
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Still full of energy and the desire to run, despite being more swamp-monster than filly at this point, Kaba continued her charge through the muck. For a few strides she tried to focus purely on keeping herself from falling, but then she would get cocky and throw caution to the wind as she tried to pick up speed. Of course, the faster pace would immediately cause her to slip and slide around, thus slowing her back to her original stride. It was a vicious cycle, one that Kaba struggled to break and did not manage to. She was so focused on her frustration over speed that it took her a solid moment to realize that the fog was starting to fade and she was beginning to see the shapes of the other racers. With a squeal, she charged forward, determined to get ahead - but she failed to actually look.
Blinking away the mud in her eyes, Kaba was more than distracted and fully assumed the swamp would just remain flat... when she came face first with the dam. With a squeal, she stumbled and fought to keep her footing, now half-jumping over the dam in a last-ditch effort to clear it. Her front hooves caught on it and sent her tumbling heels-over-shoulder. She awkwardly landed on her side atop the dam, then struggled to try and haul herself to her feet on the other side. Unfortunately for Kaba, her hooves only met water when she tried to stand and she fell into the pool of cold, murky water. Now free from the dam and most of gravity, the yearling flailed and got herself rightened before surging to the surface. She coughed hard and drew a deep breath, taking a moment to just tread water and shake all the water and muck from her face. The surprise of it all gave her a pause before she finally burst out laughing, then looking around to see if her sister had seen it all, "Oh my gosh, Evadne!"
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Post by illɘgal on Apr 20, 2024 13:20:47 GMT -7
March IC Race RESULTS!Due to a bit of a wait, everyone gets an additional 10,000 point bonus for completing round 3! For all the sibling duos who completed the race, you have all won an Extinct Breed item! (1 per RPer) WinnersFirst Place(40,000 points + 20,000 points bonuses + 10 GP) Osiris & fleabittengray Second Place(30,000 points + 20,000 points bonuses + 10 GP) Helbane & faeriiefox Third Place(20,000 points + 20,000 points bonuses + 10 GP) Vrakali & + ebonite + Fourth - Eleventh Place(20,000 Points bonuses + 10 GP) Osias & ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ Kabaiel & ❅ Icy Dragon ✩ Lush & fleabittengray Theseus & illɘgal Evadne & + ebonite + Faelon & Indi Eamon & Indi Thrace & illɘgal ( medilic , unfortunately, you were over the five day posting time but you will still get your bonuses from round 1 and 2!) Thank you everyone for participating!!
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