The spars were since days over and the chocolate wolf was all but healed and ready for the next round of competition. His stout form would find itself to the starting line, determination in his eyes as he let his limbs stretch before the sound to start went off. He?d play bow, taking a few deep breaths as he leaned into his limbs. He?d rotate his neck and extend his claws as he readied himself. He didn?t know the opponent that he would face, or what the possible outcome would be, but he was sure that he would never run as fast as he would in the next few minutes. Brilliant fire and ice eyes would narrow as he looked to the finish line, his eyes on the prize. He?d smirk as he took his position, ready whenever the sound would be let off.
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The spars were over, a part of the Festival that Allen had not participated in. He did not covet unnecessary fighting. It made his heart ache whenever he was faced with that. The calico male hadn't exactly planned on staying in Ebony lands either, with the awkwardness presented being here, but even he longed to have just a bit of fun. Something that might take his mind of things. So here he was, ready to participate in the races of the Festival. He considered himself fast, though that didn't mean he was the fastest in all of Alacritia. No, Allen knew there were others who could outshine him. The male just longed to do something with himself he supposed.
The calico man's dark green eyes would fall on the dark colored brute. He supposed that this was his opponent, and well, it was only a matter of time before they were off. He would prepare himself, gaze setting on the goal. "Best of luck to you." The words would rumble gently from his throat. He would do his best, and that was all he could really be expected to do, right?
