Post by Haelys Celtaris on Feb 19, 2022 20:55:09 GMT -5
Vivora was no peaceful soul, but she wasn’t usually this feisty. Anyone in the household interacting with her this past week was off-put by how particularly snappy she had been. Even the Fog didn’t realize what had gotten into her initially. There was a buzzing energy in her gut that made her on-edge, leading the simplest spark into an explosion.
As strong-willed as she was, she resisted the urge for some time. She was not interested in sweet sentiments or the vacuous stares of blind infatuation. She could, however, appreciate a good race and competition. So, whatever her soul was yearning for, she finally gave in.
Hoofbeats were heavy through the foliage of the forests they called home. She stampeded solo, brave and bold and noisy. Between trees she wove until she arrived to the outskirts of the weyrd proper. Along the edge of the settlement she bolted, ringing out a daring call for stallions to join her.
She did not slow for them. Instead, she continued westward towards the swamplands. Those who were interested would either find a way to catch up or trail longingly behind.
Chase Her! I Ain't Here for Love No More Fog
The Pursuers Art's NPC Storm in a Teacup Nimbostratus, Flea Henna's NPC Fog, Silas
The Victor ?
[OOC: I'm gonna say this chase took place sometime in the last few months. I plan on bonding Vivora’s foal to Haelys a couple months after this thread ends. If whoever wins wants to purchase a sibling just for funsies, go for it and we can say she had 2 foals!]
Barely had he heard the summons when the brightly-toned stallion reared back, hoofing at the air in already growing impatience before bolting off in chase of her. Deep red coated his body, with wings of deep royal blue and a mane and tail of sun-bright yellow flowing alike in the wind as he kicked thunderbolts from his feet. Calling him impulsive or reckless would be the least one could do to describe him.
Flea hoped more would come. There was no real satisfaction in beating the competition if there was no competition to beat. For now though, he kept his senses sharp for the prize mare, steering himself in her wake.
Silas was always restless. He might as well play a game of what-to-do-today Wheel of Fortune every morning, because he always felt this need, this spark to keep himself moving. But this day, oh, this day the world spun the wheel for him. It was by chance that he was near the other Fog when her call rang out, wasn’t it, and he immediately took to the sky, honing in on the sound so that he could chase, because he loved a good chase. His form was hard to miss, a bright yellow that faded into a light honey color over his legs and his rump, or maybe that was the thick fog that streamed around him and shrouded some of his color.
And then he saw her, speeding by, not giving anyone a chance to find out what was happening, and he felt his blood run hot. He barely noticed Flea, paid him no mind, locked onto Vivora, and maybe not super paying attention to where they were headed.
It was no mind, though. He didn’t mind getting a little dirty.
Post by Haelys Celtaris on Mar 10, 2022 21:50:40 GMT -5
If she was going to only have two suitors behind her, it best be as enthusiastic and energetic a pair as this. Satisfied enough with the energy curdling after her, she let the feeling of the chase drive her a bit faster. She raced across open land, then kicked off the ground and started pumping her wings as they approached the wetlands proper.
The mangrove trees were coming up—a viney, messy wall that could pose a tricky obstacle. She rose up higher and higher just enough so that her hooves bumped into leaves as she barely cleared the treetops. As she soared just above the greenery, skimming it, she couldn’t help but glance behind her. Did they make it up over the top? Were they trailing below? Even better yet, did they run into each other? She needed to make sure nobody caught her yet!
[Next post will be in 2 weeks or whenever you both post!]
Flea thundered across the verdant swamp, deftly jumping over fallen moss-covered logs and deep puddles of murky water. The trees they were approaching would not be so easily avoided, however, not with as short of a run-up as he now had to take flight -- too hyper-focused on Vivora, he had not calculated the necessary take-off until the trees were much closer than was comfortable.
A little discomfort couldn't stopped him, though.
With a cry of confidence, he reared back short, back hooves skidding, sliding on the damp ground. It would delay him, yes, but certainly less than a nasty concussion would have had he run head-on into the gnarled trunks or attempted a too-late flight and fumbled his feet in the branches.
Snorting, Flea backed up a bit, then charged forward, snapping his wings open. He desperately wanted to check on how his competitor was doing. No, no there was no time for that, he couldn't waste any more on anything other than keeping his eyes on the female Fog as he raced to catch up.
The dampness of the swamp didn’t deter Silas too much, and he raced along after them, noticing that he was slightly behind his competitor, but it wasn’t just the speed that counted (or well, at least he hoped so). The wispy trails from his hooves fluttered behind him, trailing off like smoke, whipping around frantically
Silas wasn’t so great at uh, well, paying attention to his surroundings. Which could be a problem when it came to one as fiery and adventurous as the Fog before him. Luckily for him, it seemed that his competitor was an equally competitive suitor, and he noticed the leafy obstacle just a second sooner than he might have if he was running this all on his own. His wings, gloriously feathered, whipped out on either side of him and he pumped the down hard, creating a whoosh of air and some ripples as he hop, skip, jumped up into the sky with his eye on the prize.
Post by Haelys Celtaris on Mar 30, 2022 19:29:32 GMT -5
Vivora offered a humored whinny at their plight. They had both just barely steered clear of the obstacles and it brought her joy to glance back and see one faltering a little. Alas, they had both made it past the first big transition. But this Fog wasn’t one to make anything easy on anyone. For a minute or so, they enjoyed the speedy flight over the swamp.
Then, without any warning, Vivora’s wings folded in and almost sucked against her sides. She plummeted with the will of gravity, fearless and diving head-first and lush rump up. Whether they dove down and raced on land or tried to spot her location from the skies was up to them. Either way, she had made another quick transition from sky to land. Or…more like murky water.
She had basically landed in a swampy pool, pumping her wings and legs as fast as she could go, kicking up all sorts of liquid and debris behind her. This might have slowed her just a bit by the nature of it, but she was having too much fun to care. Surely if either of them managed to trail her, they would be covered in mud. Hopefully they didn’t mind getting a little dirty.
Silas had barely righted himself and gotten himself up to a good flying speed when Vivora decided to give them another sharp transition. Her dive was fearless, her rump was not unnoticed, and Silas was not going to be left behind…not matter how silly he looked in the process. He sort of dropped more than dove, occasionally giving his wings a few flaps so that he wouldn’t plummet and injure himself, so his landing was slower. But because he was in the air for a little longer, he was able to keep up with Vivora’s faster pace from his vantage point. He still had some catching up to do by the time he landed with a splash in the mud, but he wasn’t too far behind.
He’d miss the more vernal grounds, but the cleanliness of his hooves weren’t quite what he should be paying attention to now, anyway. He let specks of dirt and grime fly up against him, coating his pretty hide, but he kepy his eye on Vivora’s rump. Eh hem. Vivora. He kept his eyes on Vivora.
On the straight away, clear of obstacles, Flea caught up to where he had been before readily; a clean flat run and he could threaten anyone's lead on him. Clean straightaways were not oft found in swamps, however, nor apparently in Vivora's plans, as the level field dived back down again. Perturbed, the stallion glanced down every other second, hoping for her to reappear. He himself was not keen on going down now that he'd gotten up... but the pretty lady did not seem keen on coming back up now that she had gone down.
Swooping lower, careful to avoid getting so close his thunderous hooves might skim the treetops, he whinnied down to the tangled vegetation and the female lurking therein, hoping to indicate he was still here, just... up here. He had far from given up, simply taken a different approach. Flea let the currents carry him left and right a little bit, adding a touch of drag to prevent him *out*running the mare now that she was the one be-obstacled. Black clouds trailed away behind him, spitting out crackles of tiny lightning bolts as his adrenaline ramped up.