08-25-2009, 10:55 PM
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313 words. I am just a shipwreck upon your shore Well, this seemed like great fun! Vigilante had never been involved in anything like this, and though he was only a spectator, he was thrilled to be a part of the race. It was especially interesting to know that there were members of the neighboring tribe here as well. Aniwaya, was it? He knew of it, and one of the members was someone he knew, though Susquehanna had joined the tribe after their encounter, he assumed. She had not smelled of the tribe when they had met by the strange human machine. Vigilante had not said anything to her yet today, but that was very likely because of the fact that she was a racer in today's games and festivites. He would find her later to give his greetings and, depending on the outcome of the race, extend his congratulations. He recognized many of the members in the stands, as well as a couple of the riders. Reclining in the stands, he malamute mix crossed his legs leisurely, turning his head to look at his shaggy one-armed King. "This was a very marvelous idea, your Majesty," he called benevolently, glancing down at the filly tied near the stands and the horses underneath the riders. Seeing the riders with their horses only made his resolve to find a horse of his own even stronger. Though he did not believe that he would ever ride his horse in a competition like this one, the obvious bond between rider and horse was something to be envious of. Vigilante hoped to find that bond soon in a horse, if he ever made it to the stables to find one to work with. Heath had said that many did not allow a rider, but he was fine with that. He did not need a horse for anything in particular - riding included - but he wanted one, regardless. |