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Alfkak Mythology Event
Day: Two - Bareback Race

Alfkak ID: #107
Name: Kalliope
Horse Age: 8 years
Rider: Ilay Craven
Age: 24 years

Story:
Ilay was still stunned about this georgous mare. He had to admit that her fur had such a brigthful and red color. He already was somehow ashamed because he thought that his mare Prestige at home in America was the most stunning horse he ever owned… okay… Ilay didn't own Kalliope yet but it already felt like he does. It somehow felt like a kind of betrayal against Prestige - he knew that it was crap. He often trains other horses at HHS but Prestige was his all-time-favourite, his little princess girl. Yes, she's his little princess and she will always remain that title but Kalliope is a queen. And what's a princess against a queen? Ilay had a lot more to give to earn the goodwill of this goddamn queen. They had a really hard time to find way to each other. Kalliope showed him clearly that she doesn't need anyone to tell her what to do. She's the queen and he's the jester of her court. Ilay knew that he had no chance to dominate her so they found a compromise somehow… Kalliope accepted him after he spended all day and nighttime with her. That was more than he expected so he was glad that he would have a chance at the event without getting bucked of or become beheaded of the red queen. Ilay shaked his head to forget about his silly worries and slightly placed his hand at the forehead of Kalliope. "At least you're not a godess… Otherwise you would've doomed myself rigth after we first met." he said with a mischievious smile. The mare nuged her nuzzles hardly against his ellbows to make him clear that she wasn't in the mood to cuddle. She felt the tension and the excitement of Ilay. The baeback race was going to start within the next hours and Kalliope nervously started to prance and teared at the reins. Luckily Ilay was holding them tightly enough otherwise he was sure that Kalliope would've started the race without him. "Let's getting you ready before you loose your nervs completly, your highness."

Right after Ilay turned around to head over to the field were the other competetors lasts he spotted Jake and Polemos near an ancient greek pillar. The stallion grazed some blades of grass - looking calm and ready. Also Jake spotted Ilay and surprisingly he waved at his best enemy. "Come over dickhead!" Ilay rolled his eyes about the name Jake Ilay called.

"Ready to get your ass kicked, coward? Finally I can offically punch you off your horse without consequences within an event. I guess this could be my new favourite discipline." Ilay replied. Jake just smiled mischivious. "Just do me a favor, Ilay. Do not start crying like a baby when your bitchy mare buck you off like an untalented cowboy that you are. This would be a shame for HHS." now it was Ilays turn to put on a mischievious smile for this conter. But suddenly the expression on his face was getting more serious.

"Yo blondie, are you ready for day two?" "For this ride, yes. For the outcome? Nope. This is a friggin huge responsibility we're carrying right now, dude." Ilay agreed silently.

"Well guys, ready to rock this thing?!" Bane came from behind the two and surprised as always with an undying optimisn. "Alright, let's go, you need to warm-up."

Now it was the time. The really first start and Ilay didn't know how to feel. Hidden Hood Stables had to rely on Ilay and Jake. And they had to rely on Polemos ans Kalliope. "Don't let me down my girl." the dark-haired man whispered to the mare before he jumped on her back. Kalliope snorted nervously and Ilay felt the pure determination and power beneath him. The mare prances and indicated to rear up. "Whoa, dude. Save this power for the start." Jake was indeed surprised about Kalliopes tensions.
"By the way… We should get to the starting ponit." Jake nooded. "Let's stick together while the race. Together we can kick more asses than alone. As long as one of us is hitting the finish line first we win."
Side by side the two men walked towards the starting point. With every step the tension was getting more and more risky.
"Wooohoooo! Guuuuys! Kick all these asses out there! You're going to rock this thing!" some voices shouted all at once. Confused the men looked through the faces of the cheering crowd.
"No way.…" Jake stumbled. "Have a look over there." he pointed behind the fence at the start line. Jezebel and Emily sat cherring like some school girls on the shoulders of Bane and Jeremiah. All of them smiling. "HHS stands behind you! No matter what happens." Jez shouted and waved to the boys. It was greatly relieving seeing Jezebel so joyful after month. The death of Frozen, the situation of HHS , the leaving team members and the not-so-well-ending of the Toronto masters werent't only hard for Jez but for all of them. It was great to know that they were all here. Seeing them win. Jake and Ilay waved back - gathering more power for the start.

Ilay took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. Suddenly he realized that such a race was indeed dangerous for the live of his horse an himself. He took a look to Jake who also seemed a bit nervous now. The gazes of Jake and Ilay met. They nooded to each other for the last time. "Let's turn them all down, man."

Credits:
Art © Floricenti
Jake and Polemos © LionXS
Reference 1
Reference 2

Description
Alfkak Mythology Event
Day: Two - Bareback Race

Alfkak ID: #107
Name: Kalliope
Horse Age: 8 years
Rider: Ilay Craven
Age: 24 years

Story:
Ilay was still stunned about this georgous mare. He had to admit that her fur had such a brigthful and red color. He already was somehow ashamed because he thought that his mare Prestige at home in America was the most stunning horse he ever owned… okay… Ilay didn't own Kalliope yet but it already felt like he does. It somehow felt like a kind of betrayal against Prestige - he knew that it was crap. He often trains other horses at HHS but Prestige was his all-time-favourite, his little princess girl. Yes, she's his little princess and she will always remain that title but Kalliope is a queen. And what's a princess against a queen? Ilay had a lot more to give to earn the goodwill of this goddamn queen. They had a really hard time to find way to each other. Kalliope showed him clearly that she doesn't need anyone to tell her what to do. She's the queen and he's the jester of her court. Ilay knew that he had no chance to dominate her so they found a compromise somehow… Kalliope accepted him after he spended all day and nighttime with her. That was more than he expected so he was glad that he would have a chance at the event without getting bucked of or become beheaded of the red queen. Ilay shaked his head to forget about his silly worries and slightly placed his hand at the forehead of Kalliope. "At least you're not a godess… Otherwise you would've doomed myself rigth after we first met." he said with a mischievious smile. The mare nuged her nuzzles hardly against his ellbows to make him clear that she wasn't in the mood to cuddle. She felt the tension and the excitement of Ilay. The baeback race was going to start within the next hours and Kalliope nervously started to prance and teared at the reins. Luckily Ilay was holding them tightly enough otherwise he was sure that Kalliope would've started the race without him. "Let's getting you ready before you loose your nervs completly, your highness."

Right after Ilay turned around to head over to the field were the other competetors lasts he spotted Jake and Polemos near an ancient greek pillar. The stallion grazed some blades of grass - looking calm and ready. Also Jake spotted Ilay and surprisingly he waved at his best enemy. "Come over dickhead!" Ilay rolled his eyes about the name Jake Ilay called.

"Ready to get your ass kicked, coward? Finally I can offically punch you off your horse without consequences within an event. I guess this could be my new favourite discipline." Ilay replied. Jake just smiled mischivious. "Just do me a favor, Ilay. Do not start crying like a baby when your bitchy mare buck you off like an untalented cowboy that you are. This would be a shame for HHS." now it was Ilays turn to put on a mischievious smile for this conter. But suddenly the expression on his face was getting more serious.

"Yo blondie, are you ready for day two?" "For this ride, yes. For the outcome? Nope. This is a friggin huge responsibility we're carrying right now, dude." Ilay agreed silently.

"Well guys, ready to rock this thing?!" Bane came from behind the two and surprised as always with an undying optimisn. "Alright, let's go, you need to warm-up."

Now it was the time. The really first start and Ilay didn't know how to feel. Hidden Hood Stables had to rely on Ilay and Jake. And they had to rely on Polemos ans Kalliope. "Don't let me down my girl." the dark-haired man whispered to the mare before he jumped on her back. Kalliope snorted nervously and Ilay felt the pure determination and power beneath him. The mare prances and indicated to rear up. "Whoa, dude. Save this power for the start." Jake was indeed surprised about Kalliopes tensions.
"By the way… We should get to the starting ponit." Jake nooded. "Let's stick together while the race. Together we can kick more asses than alone. As long as one of us is hitting the finish line first we win."
Side by side the two men walked towards the starting point. With every step the tension was getting more and more risky.
"Wooohoooo! Guuuuys! Kick all these asses out there! You're going to rock this thing!" some voices shouted all at once. Confused the men looked through the faces of the cheering crowd.
"No way.…" Jake stumbled. "Have a look over there." he pointed behind the fence at the start line. Jezebel and Emily sat cherring like some school girls on the shoulders of Bane and Jeremiah. All of them smiling. "HHS stands behind you! No matter what happens." Jez shouted and waved to the boys. It was greatly relieving seeing Jezebel so joyful after month. The death of Frozen, the situation of HHS , the leaving team members and the not-so-well-ending of the Toronto masters werent't only hard for Jez but for all of them. It was great to know that they were all here. Seeing them win. Jake and Ilay waved back - gathering more power for the start.

Ilay took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. Suddenly he realized that such a race was indeed dangerous for the live of his horse an himself. He took a look to Jake who also seemed a bit nervous now. The gazes of Jake and Ilay met. They nooded to each other for the last time. "Let's turn them all down, man."

Credits:
Art © Floricenti
Jake and Polemos © LionXS
Reference 1
Reference 2