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Description
Horse: DAS The Void's Shadowmere 006
Horse's Ref:
Breed: Joker Nordanner
Age: Unknown
Rider: Secriolth
Costume: Sithis, Lord of the Void, the Dread Father
Show:
The All Hallow's Eve Race!(4 days left!):iconpumpkin2-plz: "Once you cross that bridge my friends, the ghost is through, his power ends!" :iconpumpkin-plz: The Dates! Starting now until October 30th midnight! No pre-register needed! Send in your entry via comment or Note. The Show! Being just a gathering of friends for DGR's Hallow's Eve celebration, come for cidar, pumpkin pie and stories; and see if your horse has what it takes to race by the witch's moon! The Contestants! All and any competitive horse is welcome! If your horse wants speed to be his first name, then bring him here. All ages at or past 4 are welcome, and all genders, too! As long as there is a rider for the horse, and a horse for a rider, you're all welcome to come. Any breed welcome, fantasy and otherwise! The Track! A 1 mile/1600 meter track is set up around the field is this race's setting; bring your best 1-milers! Your footing is dirt.

Story

Part one:
Music: Sanctum Regnum by Moi dix Mois

Amadeaus stepped out of the stables at Dry Gulch Ranch after signing the registration paperwork as the actual owner of the horse entered. The sun was setting as he waited for the arrival of his rider for the gelding. The shadows started to worm their way around ankles of handlers, riders and horses alike, bringing a cold feeling with them. Near a clear spot, the shadows started to gather, forming a black spot before a bone like hand burst through, and landed on the ground. Following the hand, the other burst through. Then, they clawed the ground as the silver haired head burst through, hauling his upper body through the shadows. He lay, half in the shadow mass, before his eyes snapped open, a golden glow coming from the slitted orbs. He pushed, and his body slowly rose from the shadows, black and red cape and cowl around him. The center of his body could be seen through, though it held the spine and there was a glow in the area. A massive black hand covered his back. Bone like wrappings covered all but his eyes on his face, the yellow orbs glowing still.

"Ah, Secriolth, already dressed I see. Time to summon him." the shapechanger said, smirking. The Gulch's hands were in awe of the dramatic appearance of the man.

He nodded without saying a word and lifted one hand. In his other hand he produced a solid black dagger that seemed to draw in all light. He pricked his finger, and liquid shadow welled. He walked in a pattern, dropping blood on the ground, eventually forming a circle then a star. He stepped back. "Come.... Shadowmere...." his dark voice whispered.

The star glowed a deep red, and soon, the shadows welled up again, this time forming a massive horse. Cracks started to form along the black mass, revealing black and red flesh. Soon, the eyes opened, glowing a creepy red. Eventually he reared up, sending shadow flying around, with a loud, aggressive sound. The black hooves landed hard, sending black sparks up. The remaining shadows melted off of him, revealing bloodstained tack with the black hand emblazoned on it.

Under the wrappings, Secriolth smirked, he could feel the fear and awe at his powerful mount. He moved over and elegantly swung up into the saddle, and started the horse towards the gate. A coldness emanated from the pair, and the shadows seemed to drip from Shadowmere's hooves as they walked. They loaded into the gate. Shadowmere looked over and mock attacked another horse, spooking it.

Part two
Music: Dies Irea by Moi dix Mois

After he mock bit the horses on either side of him the gates opened and the black gelding leaped forward, cold shadows on his heels. The unholy horse smirked as he fell back and then rushed past the end horse, startling him to leap into the grass field. Fallen leaves kicked up, and were turned black by the touch of the shadows that flowed from the pair. The fence posts and lit pumpkins whipped by them, the grass a blur of yellows and golds.

Fog started to roll in, attracted to the black pair as they ran along, the trees whipping by them, the fall colors bright and gorgeous. The crows and cows in the field moved as far away from them as they could, terrified of the aspect of death that they brought. Shadowmere kept running, his long tail soon vanishing into shadow as the sun set, despite the moon rising. It was All Hallow's Eve, where the Veil was weakest, and Shadowmere strongest.

With no other competitors in sight, the assassin horse ran still, the finish line was in his sights.

Ten strides.... Hoofbeats could be heard as they charged on. Someone was on their tail! His ears snapped back and he snorted.

Nine strides.... "I know Shadowmere, keep moving, we can still win..." he whispered.

Eight strides.... the hoofbeats grew louder.

Seven.... Shadowmere could hear the breath of the other horse.

Six.... The horse following tried to bite the long tail of Shadowmere.

Five.... Shadowmere pushed onward, calling on a bit more speed.

Four, three, two.... The other horse pulled closer to them. Shadowmere grunted, his black and red hide shining with sweat.

ONE...... Shadowmere was ALMOST THERE......

And, I will let DGR decide the outcome of this race! You guys don't know how much fun this was to do. This took me a week to complete, from start to finish, off and on.

--EDC

Description
Horse: DAS The Void's Shadowmere 006
Horse's Ref:
Breed: Joker Nordanner
Age: Unknown
Rider: Secriolth
Costume: Sithis, Lord of the Void, the Dread Father
Show:
The All Hallow's Eve Race!(4 days left!):iconpumpkin2-plz: "Once you cross that bridge my friends, the ghost is through, his power ends!" :iconpumpkin-plz: The Dates! Starting now until October 30th midnight! No pre-register needed! Send in your entry via comment or Note. The Show! Being just a gathering of friends for DGR's Hallow's Eve celebration, come for cidar, pumpkin pie and stories; and see if your horse has what it takes to race by the witch's moon! The Contestants! All and any competitive horse is welcome! If your horse wants speed to be his first name, then bring him here. All ages at or past 4 are welcome, and all genders, too! As long as there is a rider for the horse, and a horse for a rider, you're all welcome to come. Any breed welcome, fantasy and otherwise! The Track! A 1 mile/1600 meter track is set up around the field is this race's setting; bring your best 1-milers! Your footing is dirt.

Story

Part one:
Music: Sanctum Regnum by Moi dix Mois

Amadeaus stepped out of the stables at Dry Gulch Ranch after signing the registration paperwork as the actual owner of the horse entered. The sun was setting as he waited for the arrival of his rider for the gelding. The shadows started to worm their way around ankles of handlers, riders and horses alike, bringing a cold feeling with them. Near a clear spot, the shadows started to gather, forming a black spot before a bone like hand burst through, and landed on the ground. Following the hand, the other burst through. Then, they clawed the ground as the silver haired head burst through, hauling his upper body through the shadows. He lay, half in the shadow mass, before his eyes snapped open, a golden glow coming from the slitted orbs. He pushed, and his body slowly rose from the shadows, black and red cape and cowl around him. The center of his body could be seen through, though it held the spine and there was a glow in the area. A massive black hand covered his back. Bone like wrappings covered all but his eyes on his face, the yellow orbs glowing still.

"Ah, Secriolth, already dressed I see. Time to summon him." the shapechanger said, smirking. The Gulch's hands were in awe of the dramatic appearance of the man.

He nodded without saying a word and lifted one hand. In his other hand he produced a solid black dagger that seemed to draw in all light. He pricked his finger, and liquid shadow welled. He walked in a pattern, dropping blood on the ground, eventually forming a circle then a star. He stepped back. "Come.... Shadowmere...." his dark voice whispered.

The star glowed a deep red, and soon, the shadows welled up again, this time forming a massive horse. Cracks started to form along the black mass, revealing black and red flesh. Soon, the eyes opened, glowing a creepy red. Eventually he reared up, sending shadow flying around, with a loud, aggressive sound. The black hooves landed hard, sending black sparks up. The remaining shadows melted off of him, revealing bloodstained tack with the black hand emblazoned on it.

Under the wrappings, Secriolth smirked, he could feel the fear and awe at his powerful mount. He moved over and elegantly swung up into the saddle, and started the horse towards the gate. A coldness emanated from the pair, and the shadows seemed to drip from Shadowmere's hooves as they walked. They loaded into the gate. Shadowmere looked over and mock attacked another horse, spooking it.

Part two
Music: Dies Irea by Moi dix Mois

After he mock bit the horses on either side of him the gates opened and the black gelding leaped forward, cold shadows on his heels. The unholy horse smirked as he fell back and then rushed past the end horse, startling him to leap into the grass field. Fallen leaves kicked up, and were turned black by the touch of the shadows that flowed from the pair. The fence posts and lit pumpkins whipped by them, the grass a blur of yellows and golds.

Fog started to roll in, attracted to the black pair as they ran along, the trees whipping by them, the fall colors bright and gorgeous. The crows and cows in the field moved as far away from them as they could, terrified of the aspect of death that they brought. Shadowmere kept running, his long tail soon vanishing into shadow as the sun set, despite the moon rising. It was All Hallow's Eve, where the Veil was weakest, and Shadowmere strongest.

With no other competitors in sight, the assassin horse ran still, the finish line was in his sights.

Ten strides.... Hoofbeats could be heard as they charged on. Someone was on their tail! His ears snapped back and he snorted.

Nine strides.... "I know Shadowmere, keep moving, we can still win..." he whispered.

Eight strides.... the hoofbeats grew louder.

Seven.... Shadowmere could hear the breath of the other horse.

Six.... The horse following tried to bite the long tail of Shadowmere.

Five.... Shadowmere pushed onward, calling on a bit more speed.

Four, three, two.... The other horse pulled closer to them. Shadowmere grunted, his black and red hide shining with sweat.

ONE...... Shadowmere was ALMOST THERE......

And, I will let DGR decide the outcome of this race! You guys don't know how much fun this was to do. This took me a week to complete, from start to finish, off and on.

--EDC