Show Entries (Art and Lit)

Adrian brushed his long silver hair back into a leather tie, his bright gray eyes studying the horse he was going to be borrowing for the day. The mare’s name was Vanilla Obscura, and she was a pretty little thing. Well, comparatively little. At 15.3hh she was smaller than he was used to. That wasn’t necessarily the horse small so much as he was used to riding bigger, stockier horses.  ...

Cassandra led Metsäpalo up to where the race was spotting, smiling when she saw Ellah… Well, Harmony for the purposes of races and horse competitions. The tiefling had come a long way since their first ride, and Rapha was a familiar horse. It should make the cross country race Jeska was sponsoring a lot of fun. Provided Metsäpalo cooperated, that is.   “You ready?” Cassandra adjusted his tack, her tone clear...

Cassandra held Justice’s reins firmly. The large draft danced nervously as they eyed the crowd and people around them. Bringing them had been a test of the ember mare’s disposition had been something of an act of faith on Cass’s part, one that had thus far gone well. Justice was nervous, but had trusted Cass enough not to bolt. The stablehands all had strict orders not to handle her as the demonkin didn’t trust the mare when she wasn’t around and didn�...

Gwen stood outside in the early morning, brushing Rhiannon’s rich blue-ish coat. The mare certainly relished in the attention, though it was clear the Winter bred horse cared little for the heat of the Plains. It was equally clear she loved all the open space to run in, as she wouldn’t set foot near the stables. Not that that was new.  The Liberty Drum Circle seemed the best competition as far as Gwen was concern...

Cass led Mets towards the passage that would see them enter the barrel racing contest. The stallion danced beside her, antsy and ready to run to a point she wasn’t sure how the ride was going to go.  It was drizzling a bit as they approached the arena, Mets already annoyed by the water as a thin blanket of steam covered him. It was probably the first time she’d seen his flames this hot, and she was looking forwar...

Cassandra held Mets firmly at the starting line. The Plainsrunner was more than a little excited to be home and his energy was impossible to ignore. She’d been training him for endurance races, and to have his first real competition be in the Plains seemed fitting.  It was still early in the day before the full heat of the plains really settled in, the grasslands stretched out in front of them. Even better was the ...