Absynthe
From now
Until the darkness claims me.
The first half of the race had been a jostled mess for the little fae. She had stumbled and was struggling to keep up with the others. Racing was definitely not something that she was cut out for, at least not at this point. She had let herself get swamped in alcohol and pleasure rather than keeping herself in shape like she should have.
Grunting, she dug deeper within herself and glanced at Bel. The aquatic mare seemed to be struggling as well. Without thinking, she pushed herself further and tried to go faster. As they crossed the line, Syn found herself floundering in the mess that had been dug into the soil.
The ebony, ivory, and acid mare found herself collapsed on the soil, her right fore twisted and screaming in agony. The rest of the racers thundered away from her, leaving the unseelie fae scrambling to attempt to stand. When she managed to get back to her hooves, she tested her weight on the sore joint. With a snarl of pain, she shook her head and limped off to the side to be out of the way of the racers.
"Speaking."
@Phoebe
Notes: Your turn darlin <3 Absynthe is injured and out of the race since the brilliant little mare decided to trip on the torn up ground.
