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- Jacquez Trouillefou - 08-24-2009 The time has come! "August 26th, afternoon" for those who keep chronological post logs. The race results thread was deleted, but I believe in order, the finishers were to be: Haven - Dawali - Heath - Hanna - Catherine - Hemming And for those unfamiliar, the CdM subterritories and map are here, courtesy of Sara-joe/Leroy: http://cdm.soulsrpg.com/map.htm I will play this as though everyone has already arrived, and the six horses competing are already on the track. SPECTATORS, you are only required to post during the first round. Make an OOC note if you don't intend to reply again. Posting order will be determined by the first round. The race itself will last two rounds, and after the winner is announced, I'll leave it open for one more week or so in case players want to have a last reply. Gentlemen, start your engines~! 8D [html] Shiny new table courtesy of James! <3 The sun was dazzling at high noon, its summer rays shimmering above the dusty oblong of the racing track. Jacquez Trouillefou, proud owner of all that he surveyed, had never really questioned what the weed-choked circle had been for, especially positioned so near to the horse barn that his followers kept drifting to. And then, like the gambler he was at heart, it occurred to him that the horses were dumb beasts, dumb enough to run in a circle if their rider urged them to... and that if they competed amongst each other, it would be a spectacle easy to bet on. And with that pure and noble reasoning, the deluded monarch had spread word of his intentions, and word had spread quickly.
[/html] - Hemming - 08-24-2009 8D! [html]
- Heath morte dre Soul - 08-25-2009 [html]
- Vigilante Haskel - 08-25-2009 [html]
- Haven Aatte - 08-26-2009 [html] http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p292 ... stangs.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 300+ The excitement around him was electric, but Haven really felt none of it. At least not right now. When Jac had asked him to race he had wanted to decline, but considering he had punched his King in the face in a fit of rage he couldn't bring himself to do it. The hybrid barely wanted to interact with anyone, much less take place in such a spectacle with so many on-lookers. Oh well. At least Drogon was excited. When he had explained to the stallion what they were going to do he had been overjoyed and anticipated the day. Now he could feel the energy as he sat atop the mustang, a wild energy just waiting to be unleashed. That was the only thing that was making him look forward to this. Drogon wanted it, and so Haven did as well. His body still ached from the cuts across his torso and arms and his black eye was still tender, though the swelling had gone down and he could see now (thankfully). Though he had found some pills that humans used to deal with pain and taken a couple and they had done a good job of numbing it. Haven knew he'd be needing more after this. Riding like this in his condition wasn't a great idea. Might have even been a pretty stupid idea, but there was no backing out now. The Knight barely even listened as Jacquez made his grand announcement. If only this had happened before Siobhan had left him. He would have actually been happy about doing this then. But now he was a mess and depressed and had no lady to say he would win the race for. Maybe he could have asked Princess to come, but the thought had never occurred to him. Haven snorted at Heath's comment, looking sideways at his friend. "No shit," he said without the humor of the other male. At a different moment he wouldn't mind discussing it with the older hybrid, but right now there was nothing humorous about his situation. Though he did his best to try and empty his mind of all that. He could feel Drogon's excitement grow as the stallion fidgeted beneath him. Haven patted the horses neck and set his eyes on the track he knew so well. Who knew, maybe once this started he'd actually have fun. - Ruri Aceline - 08-27-2009 [html]
The ivory and merle female sat quietly on a bench near Jacquez as the male stood and issued his speech to the participants of the race. She could hear every word loud and clear as her king issued his encouragements to the racers. She even heard Rue whinnying at the sound of Jac's voice. The delicate optime decided that she would have to go play with the small creature after the race. Jac would likely become too absorbed in the festivities, and that was his right. He had, after all, organized this race as a form of enjoyment for himself. That was just the way he worked, and she dared not try to change him. Her pale blue, pupil-less eyes flickered around in front of her in the direction of all the action. She could smell the horses, and their riders, two of which she knew personally. The slender female was excited that both Heath and Haven were riding. Heath, with his love of horses, would probably just enjoy the race, although she did not deny that she wanted him to win. However, she also thought Haven could use a victory, however small it might be, in his life at the moment. With the tremendous emotional injury he had received recently, the younger male needed a pick-me-up. When Jac had stopped speaking, Ruri excitedly called out, "Good luck!" Her kind nature led her to direct the words at every participant, not just her friends. Everyone, whether they were from Cour des Miracles or Aniwaya, would hopefully appreciate the gesture just the same as it was the best encouragement she could offer. There was no way she could top what Jac had just done and she certainly did not want to try. Turning to Jac, her long gray hair blowing in the gentle breeze, Ruri whispered, "Jac, be sure to tell me what's happening, okay? I wanna know how Heath and Haven do in the race." She didn't know if Jac would narrate the race to her in a play by play or just tell her the outcome, but if he would do something to the effect of either of those things she would appreciate it. She was enjoying the event so far, but she had never before been to a horse race. Hearing the outcome was important. - Dawali Amara - 08-27-2009 [html]
- Catherine - 08-28-2009 [html] Catherine was being swallowed by Bluma's excitement. Even though the young mare had been born inside the tribe's bran and raised as an obedient tamed horse, it still had an spirit as wild as of those giant newly-tamed brutes and their young riders. She was the only woman there, but she never felt it as a bad thing. Males, mostly the youngers, had that need for speed, and it sure would be pulling them forward. Bluma always was obedient when it was just them two... or four, counting Saw and Seymour. But, when in a group like that, she would have this dominant wave, and she would do whatever it took to be in the front line. Not everything was lost there. Even though Bluma wasn't a very big thread, being mostly the smaller around there, she still had much of stamina. She would sure be the last to start sweating, even more in such a sunny day. Chances were at their side, or at least some. Seymour and Saw were at home, in the AniWayan lands. Forced to, of course. But if needed, she was sure Saw would pop out of nowhere to stands besides her. Her attention was called for the pack's leader, denominated as a king. She knew it was an important, imponent name, but still overranked Dawali for her. Politeness, though, would come first, and she kept quiet, listening carefully. When it ended, she heard a female's voice call out a "Good luck", and she knew they all would need. Even thought the grayish female wasn't that familiar with human history, she knew that those races were dangerous, in the professonal level. And those would rise in an amateur case, like that one. In the end, a booming familiar voice called out, and she smiled when noticing Dawali's greeting. Well, that race would make the bond she started get more prominient, that was for sure. When it end, she would be sure to me diplomatic in greeting the other pack's members. Nothing less than expected. Her eyes searched, and she found another familiar face. Hemming. The grayish male was there too, holding hands together. Claps? Well, if the others started, she would follow. The odd-colored female wasn't sure how to behave in that situation, and she could understand what the tribe fellow would be feeling.
Scratching the mare's mane, with it's pigtales, feathers and ornaments, she lowered her head to whisper in the animal's ear. Let's do it clear, right? No biting, no quicking, or that sort of thing, 'kay? She warned, knowing the mare would get moody with so many studs around. Even more if those studs would get in her way. The rgwon female whinned and digged the ground with one chocolate hoof, willing. The stripped woman took that as a "yes", and got in position. Lifting herself from the horse's back, bending herself forward, holding the briddle with both hands. The standart position for a speed race. In her mind, she thanked God for finding those books rather intact. [/html] - Attila Aston - 08-28-2009 [html] ooc: --
Attila had come under Dawali's watch, but by his will. After working that half moon in the stables, he got to meet the horses better, and he felt well near them. As if they would drain his aggressive behaviour, and only his good self would stay. He felt like in his zen moment. No worries, no whims to be bad, no anger, no bad Attila. And it was good. Helped him to keep to the plan. And the ivory juvenile felt it was easier to control his bad temper. And that gathering of newly tamed horses seemed to have a much stronger effect on him. Sitting on the stands, in the midst of all those unknown faces - not that he cared about it -, he didn't bother to listen to the alpha male in that pack. But he did notice the golden, shiny stuff besides the crippled leader. He sure could steal one of -No, he wouldn't. He was an grown-up, he needed to behave. After all, he was in an unknwon territory, amongst unknown people. Who knew what they would do with him? He was sitting besides a copper-and-white husky-patterned pup. It was younger than him, and had a bright yellow scarf around his shaggy neck. Why was that? Wasn't his thick pelt enough for that hot weather? The pale boy felt like he was toasting, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his maw. The pup's tail wagged like a hummingbird's wings. What a freak. He looked away, but felt eyes on him. A glance, and he saw deep blue eyes staring at him. A flinch made the younger boy giggle the most childish, humored laughter. "Isn't it exciting, this race?" The younger boy asked, with a baby-like voice. The boy gave him a rather scared look "...Sure." That was all he answered, and turned back to the racers, and a shock. Hemming! He laughed once, and shouted "Hemming! Win the race for me!" He said, knowing it would annoy him. And he wasn't ashamed, as the others had been yelling things to each other, like "Good luck" or other stuff like that.
Then, he just waited, to see if Hemming would actually win or not. Maybe Dawali would. he just wanted someone of the tribe to get the first place. Even though treating his tribe fellows badly sometimes, he wouldn't choose anyone else but them and his AniWaya. - Susquehanna - 08-30-2009 [html]
[/html] - Jacquez Trouillefou - 09-06-2009 [html] Vigilante called appraisingly to him, and Jacquez flashed him a grin, although of course any idea he had would have to be a good one. If this race thing went well, they could do another one, and maybe do some gambling on the outcome, to spice it up even more... He let his dark eyes linger keenly on the riding wolves from AniWaya, intrigued in particular by their colorful leader and his tribal braids. Dawali Amara had been gracious enough not only to accept their invitation, but to race with them himself, and he cut a dashing figure on his calm and steady mount. Jac let his fingers stray to the dark fur of his own mane, tied back in a simple horsetail, then draped over one shoulder. Perhaps he should ask Ruri to braid it for him sometime. Even if she could not see what she was doing, her hands were skillful enough for that sort of task. Anything to draw more attention to himself. His short attention span was diverted as his wandering eyes spotted the two tribal females, a younger grey-furred woman with odd markings, and a more experienced black-furred wolf, quietly applauding him. She might be too far away to see the gesture, but he winked anyway. Jac ruffled his unseeing companion's ears, a wordless assurance that he would humor her. He still felt a possessive twinge when she innocently mentioned Heath, though... She shouldn't be spending so much time with that coy-wolf. Shaking his head, the one-armed canine cleared his throat, and continued the second half of his grandstanding. "May the best rider win, indeed!" he crowed, throwing his arm open in a wide gesture. "And to the six of you, I have nothing more to say to you except... Let the race begin!" His arm dropped, mimicking the lowering of a flag. And they were off! - Hemming - 09-06-2009 [html]
- Heath morte dre Soul - 09-06-2009 [html]
- Haven Aatte - 09-07-2009 [html] http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p292 ... stangs.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 300+ Heath continued to grin and Haven glared at him, snorting in a very horse-like fashion. Drogon neighed and stamped the ground, feeling his luperci's agitation. The older male could be such a chore at times and it was times like these that he did not have the time to work on him. Giving his friend one last distasteful look he focused back on the track and he felt the stallion's focus switch back to it as well. It was almost like their minds were melded, thinking of the same things and working on the same problems. It was a strange feeling, but a comforting one. He knew the mustang would never betray him, there was only truth in the creature. It was bond unlike he held with anyone else and he cherished it, especially in such trying times. There were calls and muttering but the hybrid Knight paid them no mind, they were only white noise. It was only when Jacquez spoke back up that he took note. He spared the monarch a quick glance and then focused completely on the race. He gripped the reins tightly in his hands and he felt the energy in the stallion reach a frenzy, knowing at any moment the time would come for it to be put to use. All of Haven's muscles tensed and Drogon's did the same. The signal came and the two shot forward with the rest as if from a gun. He moved seamlessly with the mustang as if they were actually one being instead of two separate entities. Haven felt the rapid hoofbeats reverberate through his whole body and they seemed to be in time with his heart. The adrenalin of the event finally started to flow freely through his veins. No attention was paid to the riders around him. It was as if he had blinders on. All he could see was the path in front of him and all he could hear were the sounds of their bodies. - Leroy - 09-10-2009 [html] http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i235/ ... /chess.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> ooc, I won't reply again but Leroy is simple guna sneak up an watch for a moment then sneak away Everyone had been exicted about the race that seemed to already started by the sounds of things. Ears flickered back slightly at the sounds of the race as the strong smells of the stables an its spectators filled the air, why he was here wasn't very clear but this was an event that his pack is holding so the husky will show himself. Even if he is unseen to others. Black and white body moved quitely under the fence as he moved towards the stables, one thing he was happy about that no horses were in that field, quitely walking inside the building Leroy could see the race as well some of the other watchers. If they could see him was none of his concern, the strong scent of horses made his skin crawl. Red eyes followed the horses as well their riders while that speed on the track, the patterened male was glad he wasn't done there. A horse in a stall kicked suddenly at it's door, maybe it could feel the race but Leroy let out a loud snort in respone as his hind legs lowered to a sit. He will watch for a little bit. .. - Dawali Amara - 09-24-2009 [html]
- Susquehanna - 09-25-2009 [html]
[/html] - Ruri Aceline - 09-25-2009 [html]
As the race started Ruri's ears focused forward, intently listening to the sound of the numerous hooves thundering across the track."Go Heath! Go Haven!" she cheered, before turning to face Jac, waiting expectantly for him to narrate the race to her, as she could not tell what was happening simply by listening to the horses' hooves. The ivory and slate woman hoped that her friends would win and bring the victory home to Cour des Miracles, winning their pack some recognition. It would be good for the new pack to have a new reason to be proud of itself. Her plumed tail swished behind her excitedly as she turned to face the track once again, her useless blue eyes dancing about wildly. Now was one of the rare moments when she actually wished she could see, if only for just a moment to enjoy the excitement like everyone else was. Burdening someone else with the task of keeping the event exciting for her was not something Ruri enjoyed. - Catherine - 09-27-2009 [html] Catherine lowered her head so she could whisper to the agitated mare. Let's not step on them, 'kay? Wait a little bit... She said to the restless horse. A chill crossed her body right after the other pack's leader arm fell in the signal they had waited for. She did not needed to do anything. As soon as the other horses mentioned to race, she was already in the air, taking the grayish woman by surprise. Her light body was quickly throw backwards, but a quick hand held her on top of the running horse by little. Using the strengh she had on her arms, she pulled herself forward again, giving the cream creature a light boost. Now, there was little she could do over Bluma. When that animal take off, no one can stop it. That was good, somehow. All she could see was the other racers pass very slowly through them, and felt the small mare nearly fly to keep up the pace. It was one competitive horse, that's for sure.
Adrenaline made the butterflies in her stomach turn into albatrosses. She could barely feel her limbs, and the gushes of wind pressed her still in that position, numbing her face. Half shut eyes tried to fight the wind and dust rosen by the other horses' steps. The sound of the air and hooves in her ears were unbearable, the crowd impossible to hear. The most surprising was that it felt good. [/html] - Jacquez Trouillefou - 10-13-2009 [html] The horses surged forward, their hooves flashing in the sunlight, thundering footfalls kicking up a massive cloud of dust. The king leaned forward with interest, drawn to the menagerie of colors shifting and bobbing as each werewolf handled their steed. "They are all so fast," he growled to Ruri, resting his hand protectively on her slim shoulder. "Haven and Heath are fighting for the lead, and the AniWaya tribe's alpha is just as fast, I think he's going to beat them! Then there are the two tribal ladies, looking very nice atop their mounts, elles sont tres belles, vraiment!" He licked his lips, black eyes tracking them as they soared across the field until he could almost feel Ruri's accusatory gaze on the back of his neck. The monarch cleared this throat, resuming his close captioning. "Eh, the ladies are closely followed by their packmate on the spotted horse, he seems to be enjoying himself quite a bit. I cannot tell who is leading, the three gentlemen are all very close. Everyone here has a fighting chance!" He ruffled his companion's ears, pleased to see her enjoying the sport thusly. Neither of them had much previous experience with horses, so it was very much a novelty. The track was an oval, and the race would be complete once they crossed past the posts that had marked the start. His little filly, Rue, was prancing up and down and bleating excitedly, waiting for the fleet-footed adult horses to come thundering back her way. They were more than half-way there, and it was going to be a close finish! |