settle in, this is gonna be a long one

*Artisan* · 09-20-2021, 04:18 PM

It took fucking forever for an opponent to answer his call. Artisan seriously considered throwing away the whole idea of racing if it was going to involve this much boring waiting, but eventually a response did come. The colorful man was laying at the edge of the gorge, dangling his paw over the edge and grumbling beneath his breath when the footfalls sounded behind him. A voice quickly followed, and Artisan jumped to his paws so fast he damn well almost fell over the rock face.

Excitement spread across every nerve and he turned his joyful grin toward the stranger with a greeting on his lips, but then he truly saw who'd answered his challenge and the glee instantly dropped from his face. "A horse?" He deadpanned, brows knitting together in annoyance. "This just isn't fair!" His head rolled back, muzzle tipping up to the sky as Artisan directed a dejected sigh toward the heavens. Gods above, how was he supposed to win a race against a fucking horse?

The colorful man's head fell back between his shoulders, his glare directed at those beautiful, made-for-running hooves. "Fuck. Okay then. Though I really should get a head start." He took in a deep breath and exhaled it, turning toward the gorge and motioning across it's gap with a slender paw. "Alright Speedy, my proposal is this: We start here, obviously, and make our way down the rock face into the gorge. Then, back up the other side. At the other end of the gorge I've got a line of sticks in the snow that mark the first checkpoint." Stupid horse would probably just soar over them, but thankfully Artisan had left enough space between the sticks to run through.

"We hit that, then continue northwest to the plains over there." He jabbed his toes in the distance, to where all you could see was snow. "It's probably going to be super deep snow and I anticipated that being a really hard part of the race, but fuck with your long legs you'll probably be fine. There's another half dozen sticks jammed in the snow past the plains for the second checkpoint, and then we're in the tar shit. It's not very snowy over there, most of the snow is melted by the tar or whatever. It's stupid dangerous, please don't step in it because even with your long-ass legs and whatever else cheaty anatomy you have, I wouldn't be able to pull you out and I don't want to win a race because my opponent drowned or suffocated or whatever." He eyed the horse up and down, jealousy bringing his glare back. Damnit, why were horses so glorious and race-y. "So go around the pools if you can, and then there's one more line of sticks jammed in the sticky crap but just blow past them and that's it, we're done, winner proclaimed."

Man, long speech. Artisan took in another breath and blew it out, then eyed the flowing mane of the horse beside him. It occurred to him that he'd never made an other-species friend before. This horse's influence would make a wonderful addition to his collection of sentimental beads. "Also, can I have a lock of your hair later? For reasons."

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settle in, this is gonna be a long one

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