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The Nordanners all reacted differently to the starting gun. Saligia’s hooves struck out as soon as the trip wire dropped, so close to it for a moment that Curtis held his breath. And suddenly, they were rocketing across the starting line, onto the highway. The race started at a narrow on ramp, so it was all jockeying for position to get good before the road widened out into the “construction zone” where they’d be running tonight. Saligia’s brown eyes glinted with a strange sort of hunger as the Nordanner forced herself to the front of the pack. Curtis worried she might burn out before the mile stretch was up, but the raw feeling in his palms told him that fighting her head on this would only lead to more damage and pain than it was worth. WC: 127/xXx-Kalakara-xXx ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ BANG! The glowing tripwire went down as pistol fire shattered the air around the line-up of riders. Wishbone

… takes place in the recent past… 2780 word count (Nordanners present for only 700+ word count) PLAYER LINKS: Brooke + Longsword Logan McCoy (registration link pending) Carver + Grace Gabe Brandon HORSE LINKS: A459 Remuda's Wolf + hound Floki 936 Remuida's Venatrix + hound Laika 826 Remuda’s Celtic Grace A7421 Voraxi Longsword FAIME Import 2214 2024 January Monthly Theme: Chill Brooke Voraxis eased up to the bar at the Gomorrah, sourly conscious of her very last bottle cap in her pocket. The bartender tonight was a noseless Ghoul in a very jaunty red Shriner’s cap. He eyed her knowingly and didn’t ask her what she wanted to drink. Like all good bartenders on the New Vegas strip, he could probably smell the stink of sudden poverty on her. She couldn’t help herself but make a covert glance up and down the bar the ghoul was polishing, hoping for a dish of roasted chickpeas or even flash-fried cockroach, like some joints offered their patrons. Apparently snacks on the house were

Driftwood Shores Stable Early April, 2020 LINKS: A5155 Remuda's Tomoe Gozen (present for 638 word count/+2 kaaring) A4582 Remuda's Raptor (is present for 551 word count/+2 kaaring) The phone call came as Elodie was finishing up her morning stall chores. Tomoe, who’s stall she was cleaning, shied sideways and flung back her head with a worried snort at the sudden noise, and recognizing the ringtone Elodie herself had a moment of annoyance -- her sister Maggie knew better and should send a text rather than interrupt Elodie at work! But then she realized that Maggie should have been on shift at the hospital this morning... shouldn’t she? With a sudden sick feeling in her gut, Elodie put aside her pitchfork and pulled the smartphone from her jacket pocket with one hand, while she reflexively reached out a calming hand to stroke Tomoe’s dark, dappled neck. “Hey sis,” Elodie said, her heart in her throat. “Is everything okay?” Her older sister answered with a choked half-laugh that