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The Streets of Seven Oaks


Duilliath
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The Unwashed Townsfolk

Many of the lanes around the public square were filled with ordinary traffic when a grubby boy (or dirty gnome) rushed out of The Seven Oaks Inn and began bawling out, “Race! Race! There’s going to be a Race!” As if the conclusion of the discussion was already settled.

This self-appointed town crier ran up and down the lanes to the amusement and annoyance of other travelers shouting his (very factual) news.

Duilliath Suilleach Seanake, Fool and the Traveler Who Lost a Kingdom


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Both Calen and Arcos were taken aback by all the activity happening so quickly, and all around them.  First, the surprise of being hired by Oneshot, despite having missed their interviews.   And then the unusual, yet crowd-pleasing display by Castor juggling Oneshot in his chair high above the crowd. 

And if that wasn't enough, there was the sudden appearance of the catboy.  Calen had been sure he was the giant man's pet and was most startled when he began negotiating with the Dwarf foreman for himself and Castor to join the caravan, although the dwarf and cat spoke in hushed voices, and the siblings, and likely the crowd, could not make out the details. 

But now, the most exciting part was the highly unusual race proposed by the Cat fellow himself, to actually race on foot against the current Scout on horseback!   It was nothing less than preposterous!

"Arcos, we must watch this race before going home to pack for the 'morrow."   She had to get close to her brother's ear and raise her voice to overcome the raucous crowd, now busy placing bets and ordering more ale as they headed toward the door.

 
"Aye," Arcos answered his sister, laughing as he considered the upcoming contest. "Let us quickly remove to the streets and find a good viewing spot."  He took Calen's arm, and they began working their way through the crowd, out the door and to the streets. This was a feat that must be seen to be believed!  

Once outside Arcos spied a low brick wall with a clear view of the mostly deserted street that would be used for this impossible race.   "Over there, Calen," he pointed to the wall, and they shouldered their way through the outdoor bustle.   He gave his sibling a quick leg up, then hefted himself up beside her.   They could clearly see the route for this memorable contest.   The wall was filling up with others quickly, as nobody wanted to miss this event.

 

"Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.” Dr. Seuss.


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CHATTE 

Catboy Courier, Smuggler, & More

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“Speed has never killed anyone, suddenly becoming stationary… that’s what gets you.” 

Jeremy Clarkson


[OOC: from the Seven Oaks Inn - Common Room]


Chatte pauses as he exits the Seven Oaks Inn and sweeps his gaze over the surprisingly full streets, the outrageous nature of a footrace vs. a horse too irresistible of a siren’s song to ignore.  He spies hastily scribbled signs tacked up on the closed doors of nearby shops, each one either advising the shop was temporarily closed or that the owner would be right back.  The savvier folk, including the Saint Siblings, quickly figured out that the wide, empty lane that would serve as the final stretch of the race, was prime real estate.  And they were right.  The last leg of the race is always where the most excitement occurs, with the final stretch coming down to a simple, no frills, all out open run over a quarter mile (400m) straightaway, where nothing matters but pure speed and the stamina to maintain that speed over the entire distance.

 

Chatte smoothly moves towards the central square where Oneshot is waiting with his Scout who’s already mounted up on their horse.  As he passes by the low brick wall packed shoulder-to-shoulder with people jockeying for prime position, he ignores the mutterings and breathless whispers that follow in his wake, at the marked change in his appearance.  Because now that he’s shirtless with his legs visible under loose shorts, one can't help but notice that the catling is actually quite well-sculpted, with a wider chest and shoulders than he appeared to have when wearing us usual clothing.  He is decidedly not as lanky or thin as he purposefully seems to convey with his usual slouch and through his choice of his garments.  Standing straight without his shoulders rounded, and his body no longer curved in a relaxed, apparently exaggerated, slouch, the catboy’s true physique is on full display.

 

Just as a matter of course, Chatte generally prefers people  to underestimate him, hence why he promotes himself to be skinnier and lankier than he actually is.  The plain fact is that he and all of his siblings are engineered to be strong, beautiful, and sculpted as perfectly as dark magick blended with genetic splicing will allow.  And while they all share characteristics, with their exotic beauty, easy athleticism, and feline grace, being only some of what they all have in common, they are not all the same.  They are each individually distinct from one another, each of them engineered with different things enhanced and different traits emphasized.  For example, Torao is the undisputed powerhouse of the family, literally built with emphasis on strength and endurance.  He’s impressive by any metric, standing over 6’5'' with the wide and heavy build of a bodybuilder.  Given the focus of power, Torao lacks much of the feline litheness and agility of the rest of the siblings, but in the face of such overwhelming strength, who needs it?

 

Chatte, in almost direct contrast to Torao, is obviously built for one thing: speed.  The broadness of his shoulders serves to emphasize the span of his chest, length of his torso, and narrow taper of his waist. His physique is sculpted and well-defined with little fat, the tightly packed muscles in his shoulders, chest, and back hinting at the sort of tension and coiled power needed for quick bursts of power to feed speed.  While his hips are narrow like his waist, it’s obvious that his usual pants make his long legs seem twig-like compared to actuality.  The long muscles in his legs bunch and flex with each of his movements, wide thighs balanced by the almost graceful curve of his calves, before they narrow sharply into thin, yet sturdy ankles.  

 

Those who saw the felinoid as he passed through the crowd couldn’t help but notice the almost startling difference in his appearance, which now stood in such sharp contrast to the image he’d previously conveyed. To look at him now, it’s obvious that the catboy was engineered for speed and stamina…though how far that can actually take him in an outright foot race against a horse,still remains to be seen.  The transformation was enough to make some people change their bets, place new ones, or hedge their original bets by placing some amount on the catboy.

 

Still, a great many people remained firmly with their money backing the Scout and his horse, knowing that no matter how fast one appeared, there was still only so fast one can run on two legs vs. four.  They knew that maybe the felinoid might keep with the horse on the winding streets, but had no chance on the straightaway.  Again, it seems like it would all come down to that final quarter mile…

 

Chatte finally reaches Oneshot and the mounted Scout standing in the town square, the crowd parting to admit him into the center area, closing their ranks almost immediately after he passed.  He gives the Scout a quick once-over and brief nod of acknowledgement, before he turns to Oneshot and meets his steady gaze.  In the bright sunlight, the thickness and darkness of his eyelashes make the kohl-rimmed blackness of his eyes look darker than usual, causing the golden-amber color of his eyes to almost glow.  Cheetahs are known to have some of the most distinctly beautiful eyes of all the big cats, after all, and Chatte was no different.

 

It seems the crrrowd is eagerrr forrr a show,” he says, sweeping a hand in an offhand gesture at the boisterous people gathered around them.  “So I prrropose a rrroughly cirrrcular rrroute starrrting thrrrough the Strrreets, moving thrrrough to the Harrrbourrr, continuing thrrrough the Warrrhouse Distrrrict, and then finishing back on the Strrrreets forrr the final strrraightaway.”  As he talks he gestures down the main street they’re standing on, and then traces his finger in a line through the Harbour and the Warehouse District, sketches the path back around to the streets and the square. He indicates the route a few more times, working out the best roads that will form a rough circular track through the outer Streets of Seven Oaks, before winding towards the road that will serve as the last leg of the race.  Between the catboy, Oneshot, and the Scout, the race route is worked out in short order.  

 

The strrreets forrrm an unbrrroken, currrved cirrrcuit that connects with the lane that will serrrve as the final leg of the rrrace,”  Chatte finally confirms with a nod. He gestures at the mostly empty street connecting to the West end of the square that’s lined with eager onlookers.  “The strrreet is a perrrfect quarrrterrr mile or 400m strrraightaway, ending when the firrrst perrrson passes back thrrrough the squarrre.”  He swishes his tail, his mind already mentally running through the chosen course, even as he continues to speak.  “The whole rrrace - the cirrrcuit thrrrough the strrreets and the final strrraightaway - is a little underrr  3/4 of a mile.

 

He steps back and leaves it to Oneshot to use his impressive lung power to inform the crowd, trusting the dwarf to give people a bit of time to post themselves along the route.  It’s not not just because people want to watch the race, but also so there’s spectators along every part of the route to ensure against cheating or underhanded tactics from either of the participants.

TOM-CAT: A Stab in the Dark - Pounce!(1/2) - Teleskela - Kiana Beach Battle(1/2/3) - My Prey - Botched Massacre(1/2) - Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - Sparring(1/2) - Kidney Punch - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss - ☆Overwhelmed by Intimacy - Returning to Her - ★Bath Time Bonding - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories - ★Laughter & Kisses - Eros & Hormones -Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! - Cat-Tom vs. Skaven - ☆(Forced) Shift Back - 9-1 Lives - ★A Beast in the Darkness - ☆Bored Nihilism - Cat vs. Dragon - ★Emotionally Exhausted Bath - Catboy, Interrupted - All For Her - ☆Bellissimo Gato
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[Chatte]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
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Oneshot

The news of this most unusual race spread like wildfire through the town.   The crowd was growing steadily; it seemed no one in Seven Oaks wanted to miss this spectacle.   A few canny vendors who recognized a good opportunity when they saw it, were selling tidbits of cheese with crusty bread to complement the tavern ale now being sold on the streets to the still gathering crowd.   The wagers continued unabated, especially after the feline competitor appeared in his best running attire, showing an unexpected lean and muscular form.   You could hear a murmur ripple through the crowd, a mixture of both surprise and admiration.    

 
OneShot, and his current Scout (who was known as Hawkeye), and the Cat-boy were now discussing the parameters and laying out the path of the race.   When it appeared the three were in agreement, Oneshot turned toward the crowd to announce the agreed upon route.  
 
"Ladies and gents, listen up!    Ta' fantastical race between ta' Catboy, ON FOOT, and Hawkeye, who most o' yew know, and who will be ON HORSEBACK, will be startin' right 'ere on ta' Streets, race down by ta' harbor, through ta' warehouse district, an' back 'round ta' tha streets again.   "Tis a near three-quarter mile run from start ta' finish.   Ye might want ta' spread out some along ta' aforementioned racetrack 'ta git yer best view.   Guaranteed yew'll not see the likes o' this again!   When ye've all settled in, ta' race will begin."
 
The Dwarf turned back to Catboy and Hawkeye as the crowd began to spread out looking for their best vantage points.  Young children were hoisted up on their father's shoulders so they might see above the sea of people, while last-minute wagers were still being made; the whole thing had taken on the atmosphere of a carnival, and excitement was palpable in the air.
 
Hawkeye checked his horse and gear, making sure the cinch of his saddle was tight, but not too tight.   The confident Scout had a half-smile on his face which was really more of a smirk.   He knew his horse was exceedingly fast, a special breed of pony known for its speed and endurance.  He'd never lost a horse race with him, let alone a cat race.    Hawkeye could not imagine what this creature was thinking to make such a wager.  Granted, there was more to the feline than had been apparent under his layers of clothing, but it still boiled down to a four-legged horse against a much smaller two-legged cat.   Common sense would tell most folks that even an old nag pulling a rag cart could outrun a two-legger of most any breed. 
 
Oneshot, while giving the spectators a little more time to disperse along the route was also thinking this would either be a complete disaster with the Catboy left in the dust and being laughed off the streets, or... well, Oneshot wasn't sure what the alternative was, but there was something about the confident feline that told the Dwarf there was far more to him than meets the eye.
 
"Give 'em all a minute or so ta' settle in ta' place."   Oneshot had a chunk of white chalk-like substance in his well-weathered hand.  He leaned down and drew a wide, white mark in a straight line across the flat reddish cobblestones.   "Tha two if ya line up here.    I'll give ta' signal when yer both ready."    
 
Hawkeye swung smoothly onto his horse and trotted over to the starting line, the half-smile/half-smirk still on his face.   "Ready when yew are."  
 
The stocky dwarf turned to the crowd.   It was almost time.

"Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.” Dr. Seuss.


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Need for Steed: 1st Leg

The Streets to the The Fishing Wharves


The first part of the race is a short path to the Seven Oaks Harbour.  The street itself is lined with red cobblestone and are uneven in some places, creating an ever-present hazard that can trip somebody on a misstep and be slippery under iron-shod hooves.  Eager onlookers press in from each side of the street, making the middle of the lane the truly only safe area to traverse.  Along the both the right and left side are a row of shops with sturdy awnings.  Before hitting the Harbour, the street curves to the left, has a steep decline, and then veers sharply to the right before opening up near the docks...

TOM-CAT: A Stab in the Dark - Pounce!(1/2) - Teleskela - Kiana Beach Battle(1/2/3) - My Prey - Botched Massacre(1/2) - Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - Sparring(1/2) - Kidney Punch - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss - ☆Overwhelmed by Intimacy - Returning to Her - ★Bath Time Bonding - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories - ★Laughter & Kisses - Eros & Hormones -Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! - Cat-Tom vs. Skaven - ☆(Forced) Shift Back - 9-1 Lives - ★A Beast in the Darkness - ☆Bored Nihilism - Cat vs. Dragon - ★Emotionally Exhausted Bath - Catboy, Interrupted - All For Her - ☆Bellissimo Gato
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[Chatte]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
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Chatte

Catboy Courier, Smuggler, & More

 ╺ ✽ ╸ 

“Speed has never killed anyone, suddenly becoming stationary… that’s what gets you.” 

Jeremy Clarkson


[OOC: Post 1/2 - split to keep things clear between pre-race and actual in-race actions]

 

As Chatte listens to Oneshot’s voice boom out over the Towne Square, he slides his gaze to his opponent.  There’s an easy, self-assured smirk on the man’s lips, and their relaxed self-assurance tells the smuggler a lot about the Scout.  It seems that his opponent has deep confidence and trust in his steed, his attitude evincing their absolute certainty regarding the outcome of the race: that he will win and Chatte will lose. The catboy can appreciate the other’s easy assurance, and he looks at the compact build of their horse, studying it. 

 

It’s smaller than some of the horses he’s seen at the illegal betting tracks near Haven, it’s size indicating that it could be considered a pony.  He’ll freely admit that he doesn’t know enough about how many hands makes a horse a horse vs. a pony, but it looks smaller than the thoroughbreds typically used as racehorses. Still, he’s learned enough from hanging around gamblers and bookies that size isn’t everything.  In fact, the debate always seems to be between stride length vs. stride rate, with compelling arguments on each side.  As Chatte studies the pony’s sleek form, he’s reminded of a Halarian he’d once overheard at the track, boasting about the speed and endurance of their desert ponies.  The Halarian ponies are smaller and sleeker than most horses, yet able to match the top speed of 55mph of quarter horses and thoroughbreds, for short bursts.  Their endurance is apparently very good, able to maintain a very respectable average speed of 34-45mph over long distances. 

 

If the Scout’s mount is a Halarian pony, Chatte will have to time things perfectly in the final stretch.  He approaches the starting line, then pauses and makes a last-minute decision.  Without explaining himself, the courier squats down and removes his shoes and socks, stuffing the latter inside the former before rising once more.  If anyone looks closely enough, they would see that Chatte’s feet appear mostly Uman.  They’re narrow and gracefully sculpted, with high arches and almost delicate-looking ankles.  The most obvious aberration are the blunt, semi-retractable claws he has instead of toenails, though if one were to feel his feet, they might note the firmness and the subtle pattern of ridges that give the bottoms an almost textured feel.

 

Ignoring any odd looks, the felinoid walks over to Castor and hands him his shoes.  “Watch these forrr me, Budall.” He pauses, then adds, “Please.He gives the big man a quick, reassuring smile before turning away.  “I trrrust they’ll be safe in yerrr carrre,” he says over his shoulder.

 

Thus satisfied, Chatte prowls back to the starting line.  He can feel the tension in the air, breathes in the particles of adrenaline in the atmosphere carried on the sweat of the crowd; he can taste it under his tongue.  It makes something primitive and ancient thrum within him excitedly, an electric thrill jolting up his spine that sharpens his senses and expands his awareness.  He and all of his siblings have a higher inner core than average, which helps to keep their muscles loose and always warmed and ready for action at a moment’s notice. He feels the warmth of his muscles, feels the power and strength coiled within the tissue, decades of evolution imbuing them with fast-twitch fibers ready to provide short bursts of speed on command.    

 

The plain truth of the matter is that Chatte isn’t your normal two-legged anything.  And while their Father had been a truly disturbed and disgusting man, he made something special when he’d finally perfected the fusion of dark magic and genetic splicing that created him and all of his siblings.  He created something unique, something that was more than the sum of their parts.  In doing so he created beings that weren’t just Uman, Elf, or Felidae.  They’re Other, in the truest sense of the word, in the fact that they exist straddling the lines between definitions, their very existence antithetical to categories and easy labels.  

 

He is not just a cat.  He’s a Big Cat, as Tom used to say when he was a kitten; he’s more than.  

 

The average Uman runs at an approximate speed of 6-8mph, with sprints up to 12mph. The courier has seen Kilwaans - Wood Elves -  reach incredible speeds of up to 28mph over short sprints, their average speed dropping down to half of that over long distances.  Although he doesn’t like to disclose his particular mix of genetics, on average Chatte runs between 2.5–3x faster than a sprinting Uman, and is able to reach speeds roughly 3.2x faster than a Kilwaan’s average, for quick bursts over short distances. 

 

Even so, he’ll have to pace himself and plan out the final straightaway, carefully.

 

Chatte nods to Oneshot as he takes his place at the starting line. He gives a quick nod to the Scout, then sweeps his eyes over the crowd once more.  He looks far down the street, his keen gaze noting things along the first leg of their route before finding what he’s looking for.  He marks the location of two comely lasses standing directly across from each other, one on each side of the crowded street.  They’re positioned a little apart from the people around them, each one standing about a foot and a half  in the street while the rest of the crowd stands back.  Each lass holds a bright red ribbon tied into a loop that’s big enough to slip over one’s head, able to be worn as a short necklace.  A pair of young women was stationed somewhere along each leg of the route, each pair holding different colored, looped ribbons, that the racers would have to collect to prove they followed the agreed upon race path – shortcuts are not allowed and would result in an automatic win for the other person.  The only leg they didn’t have to collect a ribbon, was in the final straightaway.  

 

Chatte swishes his tail, his pierced, furred ears forward and alert.  He drops down into a runner’s starting position: one leg extended back, balanced on the ball of his foot with blunt claws digging into the ground; body poised over his forward leading leg;  knee bent;  arms extended with his weight settled evenly over his center of gravity; fingers splayed,  the tips lightly touching the ground.  He lifts his chin and stares down the path ahead.

 

If one were to look at the catboy right then, they would see an utter calm seem to settle over him, even as a frightful, predatory intensity makes his eyes shine like polished amber.

 

He’s ready.

 

[OOC: Wait for it...]

TOM-CAT: A Stab in the Dark - Pounce!(1/2) - Teleskela - Kiana Beach Battle(1/2/3) - My Prey - Botched Massacre(1/2) - Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - Sparring(1/2) - Kidney Punch - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss - ☆Overwhelmed by Intimacy - Returning to Her - ★Bath Time Bonding - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories - ★Laughter & Kisses - Eros & Hormones -Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! - Cat-Tom vs. Skaven - ☆(Forced) Shift Back - 9-1 Lives - ★A Beast in the Darkness - ☆Bored Nihilism - Cat vs. Dragon - ★Emotionally Exhausted Bath - Catboy, Interrupted - All For Her - ☆Bellissimo Gato
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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[Chatte]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
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Chatte

Catboy Courier, Smuggler, & More

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“Speed has never killed anyone, suddenly becoming stationary… that’s what gets you.” 

Jeremy Clarkson


[OOC: Post 2/2 - split to keep things clear between pre-race and actual in-race actions]

 

A hush falls over the crowd, the anticipation winding through the air almost electric as it skips like something living over his skin.  Chatte draws in breath through oversized lungs, his enlarged heart pumping air through the wider branches of his brachial system and arteries, making his blood rich and oxygenated.  He goes almost unnaturally still, looking like a statue as he waits, poised on the edge of a knife as he waits for the signal.

 

It comes soon enough.

 

Oneshot draws in a breath; Chatte imperceptibly tenses.  GO! bellows the dwarf.

 

There’s an explosion of movement as he pushes off from the ground, his blunt claws and feet, providing him plenty of traction to instantly leave the starting line. Everybody is still looking at the white chalked line, most people having secretly expected to see the catboy still starting up, slow to build momentum.

 

But he’s not there.

 

Chatte is gone.

 

Chatte is already some ways down the cobbled street, his strides wide and open, long, powerful legs seeming to eat the ground beneath him.  He’s almost a slip of motion, with some folk only glimpsing the thick and furry, black ring-tipped tail as it whips by them with a tug of displaced air.

 

To everyone’s utter astonishment, Chatte keeps pace with the horse.  What they don’t know is that he’s purposely doing it.  He could put on a burst of speed and pull ahead right now, but he chooses not to, instead pacing the admittedly fast pony, even allowing himself to fall a little behind it until he’s running at its flank.  When they approach the two ribbon-holding lasses, Chatte chooses the one on left since he’s closest to her; he brushes the length of his furred tail teasingly across the lass’ waist as he goes by, grabbing the ribbon.  He slips it over his head.

 

The crowd surges forward suddenly, eagerness getting the better of them.  The Scout just manages to slip through before the street is congested, only barely disappearing around the first turn in the street to the left.  The catboy doesn’t even think as he recalculates his course and pushes off from the ground, vaulting up to a nearby awning.  The crowd loses their minds as he runs lightly atop a row of sturdy awnings, long strides easily allowing him to leapfrog from one to the other.  He reaches the turn about 2 seconds after the Scout.  The awnings drop off and Chatte clears the heads of the crowd as he drops down, his stride unbroken as he continues on, putting on a small burst of speed to catch up.

 

He does catch up, the street’s steep dip immediately following the left turn, forcing the Scout to slow slightly or risk injuring his mount.  The two racers veer sharply right almost as one, as the race enters the first part of the 2nd Leg and leads into the Fishing Wharves.

 

[Racers to Need for Steed 2A:  2nd Leg- The Fishing Wharves]

TOM-CAT: A Stab in the Dark - Pounce!(1/2) - Teleskela - Kiana Beach Battle(1/2/3) - My Prey - Botched Massacre(1/2) - Try Again - ★Powder Keg - Soft,soft - ★Stupid Little Tom-Cat - ★Miiya & Cat-Tom - Sparring(1/2) - Kidney Punch - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss - ☆Overwhelmed by Intimacy - Returning to Her - ★Bath Time Bonding - ☆Wings, Tails, & Love - ☆Cave Storms - Climbing the Walls - ★1st Kiss - ★Makeouts & Memories - ★Laughter & Kisses - Eros & Hormones -Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! - Cat-Tom vs. Skaven - ☆(Forced) Shift Back - 9-1 Lives - ★A Beast in the Darkness - ☆Bored Nihilism - Cat vs. Dragon - ★Emotionally Exhausted Bath - Catboy, Interrupted - All For Her - ☆Bellissimo Gato
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Sensing Death - ★Kissing Fate(1/2) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
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awkeye the Scout, astride his steed, shot off the starting mark at the first sound of "GO" from Oneshot.    With a smooth gallop toward the girls holding the red ribbons, he easily reached out and took the marker, slipping the loop over his left wrist in one fluid motion.   Then he was off down the cobblestone street, the roar of the crowd in his ears.   But then it dawned on him that the Catboy was right beside him, having kept up seemingly without any real effort.   How could this be? 

The previous smile on his lips, gave way to a perplexed look, as he urged his pony just a little faster.  His mind was processing what was happening; the feline must have gotten off to a lucky start, but could he sustain such speed over time?    Endurance was the real test. 
 
Cheers and whistles from both sides of the streets filled the air; the race was off to a rollicking good start.
 
Hawkeye saw that he had pulled just a bit ahead of the cat, and the half-smirk reappeared on the Scout's lips.  He bent forward, and he and the Catboy hurtled down the streets in close proximity.  There seemed to be some fancy footwork by the feline as he appeared to be running along the top of the street awnings for a few moments with incredible balance. Then the cat was down on the street again and closing the small lead the Scout had been briefly enjoying.
 
Calen and Arcos were among those on the sidelines that were caught up in this wildly popular spectacle.   "Arcos, have you ever seen such a thing in your life?"   Calen asked breathlessly.   Arcos was smiling and shaking his head, "Never, dear sister, never!   The feline does not seem to be entirely as he appears."
 
Calen laughed out loud.  "Well, when they return this way on the last leg, we shall see how this plays out!"  She was already having the time of her life, and the Caravan had not even left town!

"Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.” Dr. Seuss.


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The Unwashed

The Streets of Seven Oaks were full to bursting - the place took on the air of an impromptu festival; musicians and jugglers and other assorted ne’er do wells were plying their unlicensed trade.

There was even what appeared to be life sized puppets that were hastily rolled out from the storage sheds. 

In all this, only two members of The Watch were present. A couple of the Town Guard watched the gathering uneasily.

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Castor

The big man with the short dun colored hair had stopped and now stared agape at the strange puppet models that ‘walked’ among them. “Cor! That’s amazing…”

He noticed One Shot in the street, he watched him so he would not simply vanish. He also looked past to see the brother and the sister… 

Such an exciting day! The Race, a new friend, a pretty girl held his hand (ok, she held it to bandage it… but so what?) and a new job.  

Things were looking up.

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OOC: apologies for the misspelling, that was not what I intended to relate. Fixed now.

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Twyman - The Pieman

Twyman could not help many things: not the fact that he had grown a foot and a half (all in his legs and arms) since he was 14, his torso was long also, but scrawnily built he had limited career prospects.  No one, after all, had a mind to hire a stork to work the docks and carry goods. He had the misfortune for his name to match his profession: a baker and seller of pies.

Today he had not done well. No one wanted pimento rhubarb or fire fruit on a day like today, dry as it was.  He thought he might have to sell the whole lot to The Sty, where it would at least fetch him some copper as pig fodder.

The unexpected crowd was a major turn in his luck: the whole fehackion town was in the street… and as it happened, they were hungry enough to eat nearly anything.

”Pies! Pies! Made… today!” Well, really early today.  Customers with silver Llyr and Crescents suddenly crowded in.

Turn of his luck, yessir.

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He held aloft a particularly plump pie and was waving it about to drum up interest in it when he became aware that the pie was gone.  

At the time he was close to the open lane where the racers were meant to circuit. He looked left and right and down: most of the folk weren’t watching him, they were watching the bizarre prancing-sprinting of the more pedestrian of the two racers.

Twyman thought he saw the pie vanish when the foot racer pulled in his arm, but certainly his mind was playing a jape on him.

What use would a sprinter have for a pieafter all?

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