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& Judge's Choice FRC Halloween Hunt 2015 || FRC Halloween Hunt 2015 RESULTSHorse: OLS Wack fol di daddy 'O
Rider: Sam Rogers #19
Stables: OakLand Stables
Country: UK-Scotland
Beast/Creature: Dat Horse
Part II- Day two- Over all fears
"Ahhhh!" Rogers stretched his arms waking up from a nice nap on the bench of the porch. He looked across the yard, still sitting, admiring the horses inside their stalls and slowly reaching for his hat.
That evening, Edward brought home a flier about a Hunting Show, waving it excited as a kid with a new toy. He went looking for Rogers on the stables to find him working Whiskey on the round pen. He ran to the fence and climbed it like a damned monkey...but the Clydesdale stallion barely reacted, leaving both men perplexed looking at each other. "oh, that would have freaked out Memphis!" Edward said still amazed, but Sam had already noticed Whiskey had Valkyrie's 'BombProof gene', "Naaah! This guy lets dogs bark on his face! Hormone full or not I think you got yourself a great BombProof stallion, MacArthur!".
Edward smilled widely holding the flier high in front of his face, still holding to the fence of the round pen, "Saaay..Rogers, you like hunting?" "You bet!". Edward laughed in relief! He would enjoy a hunting, if he knew how to hunt. He waved the flier with a smirk "Wouldn't ya like one hunting show? uhhhm, you and our BombProof, what ya say?"
Rogers stopped lunging Whiskey and walked to Edward to take a look at that damned waving flier. "YES, definitely!"
As the weeks passed by, Sam Rogers and Whiskey were ready for the hunt, and things were packed for the trip to FalconRise Castle. The day was nice and clear, the FRC was boiling with people and horses. After the meeting the participants started to question "what are we hunting?" and Sam questioned the same. At night, already in his room, he kept questioning...damn it was bothering him not knowing! "I'm a hunter..I hunted before...it's just a hunt!" he repeated on his head like counting sheep until he fell asleep.
The next day he followed the plan into the pine tree forest and waited for the start signal: the last light!
The Hunt is on
He mounted Whiskey and began trot, holding his lantern high. He expected to see a stag, perhaps a boar or just a cardboard figure.
Whiskey breathed heavily, but Sam didn't mind it much, the stallion always does so.
But the fog creeped around them, the whole thing gave Sam the willies, he could hear other horses neighing far away. He pet Whiskey on the neck, while looking back in hope someone would be coming their way..company wouldn't be so bad!
Something moved! Startled, Sam pointed the light to the ground and noticed how odd it was. He bent a bit to get his light closer to the creepying fog and then he noticed....it had a strange shade of green. "Nope! nope..no! That's just me! Right, Whiskey boy? yeah..right!" and they moved along.
Distracted by everything, Sam failed to notice what was coming their way. Whiskey, on the other hand, started to react, each step more and more uncertain, foaming and breathing heavily. Brought back to reality by a sudden move of the stallion, Sam looked forward and felt the creepying fog as if it had tried to move around them...green it was, again, the green fog...
quietly...slowly
it moved to form a figure...semmed like a head
when suddenly the face of a green horse was real!
In a sudden act of defense, Sam hit the green smirking face with the lantern, but it simply vanished taking the light with it. Sam held his lightless lantern freaked out as Whiskey launched himself into gallop.
"Seconds! Slipt of seconds!!", Rogers gasped. It couldn't have been real! No! he refused to believe, riding Whiskey at full gallop.
But the fog was following them and again, on those split of seconds, the body of the green creature shows galloping side by side with them!
Whiskey reared in fear, but he soon realized his size and strength and he backed a few steps and reared again to attack the green horse and defend his rider, hitting the creature on it's head, making it vanish.
Sam looked around them, as Whiskey moved restlessly.
It was gone!
~690words
Dat Horse as the creature to be hunted....or most probably to hunt them
have a feature of Araylen's lovely pixel workok, I'm using Halloween themed shows as an excuse to draw my nonHARPG characters.
artwork/characters/OLS (c) TerracottaVulture
references used:
horse: Friesian Rearing & Andalusian Rearing for Whiskey ; chocolate rocky stallion 1 for Dat Horse, thank you littlenake, roar-shack-stock and venomxbaby
pine trees silhouettes: thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/fir-tr… and www.clker.com/cliparts/q/L/o/j…
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Omg so awesome! Both horses looks great!