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Another collab with 6H0UL c:
They did the lines and character flats. I did the background, shading, and animal flats. The story is also based on our RP that came about because of this collab c:

AQHR NPC Show

Team Campdrafting (Rookie)

Left Pair
Horse: Sianvar
Rider: Miles Prescott

Stable: Red Rock Ranch, USA

Right Pair
Horse: Fucker
Rider: River Ryder
Redbud Road Equestrian Center, USA

River and Fucker belong to 6H0UL

Miles had arrived at the showgrounds early with his two favorite mares; a very unlikely pair of twins, now 3 years past their life expectancy. He wanted to get all of his things set up and the girls bathed before the Arizona heat kicked in. He had grown up in the state experiencing this weather year after year, but you never truly get used to the arid heat. After setting up and getting the girls settled in to their temporary stalls, he promptly made his way over to the office to check on the class lists and ride times. He was growing annoyed as he wandered through the crowds scattered around the pop-up showgrounds. Nobody was ever paying attention to anything other than themselves it seemed, people were cutting him off or bumping into him at every chance regardless of the amount of space around them. He had half a mind to start shoving people but reminded himself that he was trying to do better. The last thing he needed was to be re-arrested two hours north for assault or some shit, that would look really good following his trial. Once he made it to the office, things only got worse - The camp drafting class had been turned into a team event due to the amount of entries and he now had to work with someone named River. So he had to deal with this random pairing and his score was most likely getting tanked. Reminding himself that this was not a world class championship was the only thing keeping him sane at this moment.

As he rode Sianvar down to the gate he was reminded of the random pairings as the riders were all lining up in their respective orders. Groaning internally, he worked his way over toward a silver haired woman on stout grullo stallion who was standing off to the side of the line. The horse was making some faces akin to Miles' own, so he figured why not park grumpy next to grumpy. The announcer produced some feedback over the speakers as they called for Miles Prescott and River Ryder to enter. Wincing at the screech of the microphone, he looked around for his partner and quickly realized that he and the white haired woman were the only two lined up without partners. He gave an exasperated sigh and pulled a travel size flask from his boot, taking a quick swig before looking her way again. "I work best alone, so stay out of my way" He said with a sneer and a sarcastic tip of his hat before promptly moving his mare through the gate. River nodded casually in response, though part of her wanted to maliciously comply and do nothing at all.

Realizing quite quickly that they would in fact be judged as a team, Miles decided to give this woman a chance. The team passed the cow Miles had sorted out back and forth a few times before the staff opened the gates of the camp. Rushing out after the cow, River swooped in and took the cow from Miles. “Meet me at the second one.” She commanded with a strong southern accent and slightly aloof tone. Annoyed but also a little impressed, Miles did what she wanted, waiting at the second pole to take the calf around. Miles and Sianvar got on the cow as she came back around, and they were handing her off to River just as quickly. With River's final push through the gate that was it. They had worked together well and were pretty fast, but only time would tell how they placed.

Word Count:
606

References Used:
x x x x

Description

Another collab with 6H0UL c:
They did the lines and character flats. I did the background, shading, and animal flats. The story is also based on our RP that came about because of this collab c:

AQHR NPC Show

Team Campdrafting (Rookie)

Left Pair
Horse: Sianvar
Rider: Miles Prescott

Stable: Red Rock Ranch, USA

Right Pair
Horse: Fucker
Rider: River Ryder
Redbud Road Equestrian Center, USA

River and Fucker belong to 6H0UL

Miles had arrived at the showgrounds early with his two favorite mares; a very unlikely pair of twins, now 3 years past their life expectancy. He wanted to get all of his things set up and the girls bathed before the Arizona heat kicked in. He had grown up in the state experiencing this weather year after year, but you never truly get used to the arid heat. After setting up and getting the girls settled in to their temporary stalls, he promptly made his way over to the office to check on the class lists and ride times. He was growing annoyed as he wandered through the crowds scattered around the pop-up showgrounds. Nobody was ever paying attention to anything other than themselves it seemed, people were cutting him off or bumping into him at every chance regardless of the amount of space around them. He had half a mind to start shoving people but reminded himself that he was trying to do better. The last thing he needed was to be re-arrested two hours north for assault or some shit, that would look really good following his trial. Once he made it to the office, things only got worse - The camp drafting class had been turned into a team event due to the amount of entries and he now had to work with someone named River. So he had to deal with this random pairing and his score was most likely getting tanked. Reminding himself that this was not a world class championship was the only thing keeping him sane at this moment.

As he rode Sianvar down to the gate he was reminded of the random pairings as the riders were all lining up in their respective orders. Groaning internally, he worked his way over toward a silver haired woman on stout grullo stallion who was standing off to the side of the line. The horse was making some faces akin to Miles' own, so he figured why not park grumpy next to grumpy. The announcer produced some feedback over the speakers as they called for Miles Prescott and River Ryder to enter. Wincing at the screech of the microphone, he looked around for his partner and quickly realized that he and the white haired woman were the only two lined up without partners. He gave an exasperated sigh and pulled a travel size flask from his boot, taking a quick swig before looking her way again. "I work best alone, so stay out of my way" He said with a sneer and a sarcastic tip of his hat before promptly moving his mare through the gate. River nodded casually in response, though part of her wanted to maliciously comply and do nothing at all.

Realizing quite quickly that they would in fact be judged as a team, Miles decided to give this woman a chance. The team passed the cow Miles had sorted out back and forth a few times before the staff opened the gates of the camp. Rushing out after the cow, River swooped in and took the cow from Miles. “Meet me at the second one.” She commanded with a strong southern accent and slightly aloof tone. Annoyed but also a little impressed, Miles did what she wanted, waiting at the second pole to take the calf around. Miles and Sianvar got on the cow as she came back around, and they were handing her off to River just as quickly. With River's final push through the gate that was it. They had worked together well and were pretty fast, but only time would tell how they placed.

Word Count:
606

References Used:
x x x x