07-25-2018, 11:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-29-2018, 03:14 PM by NUI HARIME.)
ASPIRING FIRES !
nui harime — female — snowbound — eaglehunter — hard physicality
though nui wasn't inherently competitive in herself, competition was perhaps one of her most favorite things to watch.
this has been her weekly task for today, and so she would carry it out with glee.
she had chosen a remote spot outside of camp; an open rolling field full of snow. the race itself was a straightforward one, for the most part. the track ran around the field and back, the starting (and ending point) an old, gnarled tree by a hill, it's nimble fingers stretched towards the sky. the racing track was marked by deep gouges into the snow, traced by one of the tree's limbs. throughout the track, various obstacles were scattered. boxes, logs, trash. you name it. something to pose a challenge for the racers and give everyone equal footing.
a red flag lay by her feet, it's colors like blood against the freshly fallen snow. she had chosen to dug the lines and grooves of the racing track right after the snow had feel, as to not have the frozen water erase any of her hard work. as insurance, the racing points were also marked by stones strategically and periodically placed just by the track's lines, guiding them from start to finish so that should anything go wrong, competitors would still know where to run.
"come one, come all my lovely snowbounders, to our glorious race!" her high-pitched voice, so full of grand bravado, sprung through the air.
"this will be an all out race-- with obstacles, of course. rules are that you cannot assault other competitors, nor can you leave before i drop the flag. you also may not go outside of the track's bounds. if you do any of this, you are disqualified. you may either watch, or if you wish to participate, you may line up in your own lane," the track in itself was wide-- there would be plenty of room for racers.
// i will start the race when we have enough runners. the winner will be determined on the detail and writing skill in one's post
this has been her weekly task for today, and so she would carry it out with glee.
she had chosen a remote spot outside of camp; an open rolling field full of snow. the race itself was a straightforward one, for the most part. the track ran around the field and back, the starting (and ending point) an old, gnarled tree by a hill, it's nimble fingers stretched towards the sky. the racing track was marked by deep gouges into the snow, traced by one of the tree's limbs. throughout the track, various obstacles were scattered. boxes, logs, trash. you name it. something to pose a challenge for the racers and give everyone equal footing.
a red flag lay by her feet, it's colors like blood against the freshly fallen snow. she had chosen to dug the lines and grooves of the racing track right after the snow had feel, as to not have the frozen water erase any of her hard work. as insurance, the racing points were also marked by stones strategically and periodically placed just by the track's lines, guiding them from start to finish so that should anything go wrong, competitors would still know where to run.
"come one, come all my lovely snowbounders, to our glorious race!" her high-pitched voice, so full of grand bravado, sprung through the air.
"this will be an all out race-- with obstacles, of course. rules are that you cannot assault other competitors, nor can you leave before i drop the flag. you also may not go outside of the track's bounds. if you do any of this, you are disqualified. you may either watch, or if you wish to participate, you may line up in your own lane," the track in itself was wide-- there would be plenty of room for racers.
// i will start the race when we have enough runners. the winner will be determined on the detail and writing skill in one's post