B e l o w Z e r o
Or the pull of the moon on the tide
But I don't believe that we're in this alone
I believe we're along for the ride
The mare hadn't been seen in public for a while. Not that one could blame her - birthing a child wasn't necessarily easy. But now, now Bel was ready to finish shedding the last of the baby weight, and truly find herself in her purpose to life. Which today, meant participating in the Halcyon Race. She took at the line with four others. One, a fae with green wings, another was the reptile-like horse she had last seen during the fight that that god awful monster in the deserts, the third, a galaxy hued mare; and the other was some younger stallion she'd seen Alfajiri interacting with. Whomever he was, he appeared to know Uzuri - making his way through the citizens of Dusk it appeared. The battle mage would with hold her thoughts until she had a moment to properly meet him, determine his skills, his worth. He appeared to be valuing himself as a soldier right now - but with his age, she wondered how green he might be.
She soon turned her attention back to the new queen (and hadn't that been a shock. She comes out from having her son to find her friend had left the citadel) apparently that was the struggles of not being able to attend meetings because you're to fat to even waddle. Liam had stepped down and Uzuri was stepping up to take over solo. As the speech was given, rules assigned to this race, the alien-mare turned her attention forward, onto the track ahead. It wouldn't be the most ideal running track for her. Her hooves were made for sand, or ice, not necessarily covering distance quickly on a harder surface. But she'd do her best, and so as the time was called, the mare took off, her body shifting into position to allow herself to streamline her progress, her neck and head parallel with her body, and her tail, allowing the wind to soar past her with as little resistance as possible.
Her hooves carried her across the ground, the curved tips that was meant to grab into ice to keep her stance gripping the earth slightly, kicking up small bits of soil. Her main set of eyes stared out ahead of her, watching the ground, the land around her to make sure she followed the path with as few obstacles as possible. The second set of eyes kept an eye on the other competitors however, where they were, making sure to keep track of everything around her as carefully as she could.
"Bel"
Yukime
@Chaosy
Notes::
She soon turned her attention back to the new queen (and hadn't that been a shock. She comes out from having her son to find her friend had left the citadel) apparently that was the struggles of not being able to attend meetings because you're to fat to even waddle. Liam had stepped down and Uzuri was stepping up to take over solo. As the speech was given, rules assigned to this race, the alien-mare turned her attention forward, onto the track ahead. It wouldn't be the most ideal running track for her. Her hooves were made for sand, or ice, not necessarily covering distance quickly on a harder surface. But she'd do her best, and so as the time was called, the mare took off, her body shifting into position to allow herself to streamline her progress, her neck and head parallel with her body, and her tail, allowing the wind to soar past her with as little resistance as possible.
Her hooves carried her across the ground, the curved tips that was meant to grab into ice to keep her stance gripping the earth slightly, kicking up small bits of soil. Her main set of eyes stared out ahead of her, watching the ground, the land around her to make sure she followed the path with as few obstacles as possible. The second set of eyes kept an eye on the other competitors however, where they were, making sure to keep track of everything around her as carefully as she could.
"Bel"
Yukime
@Chaosy
Notes::
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