#alo:races

[gryffeunji]

keles;

[ @minaeg ]

Something tells her this isn’t going to be quite the same as driving a normal horse.

To be fair, Eunji’s never quite driven a horse either - riding them is more of what she’s known and it seems, for all its danger, significantly easier with the give and the take and the contact and the ease in figuring out what the creature wants. She’s sure that chariot racers have figured out some sort of feedback system as well (it’s still a sport after all) but she’s not quite sure how it works when there’s a beak instead of a mouth.

Of course, this is all to be worried about later - much later - when said hippogriff has decided that yes, these humans are fine and no, he doesn’t want them in bloody bits and pieces courtesy of what seem to be a nicely sharpened pair of talons.

Perhaps Eunji will leave this to Aegis.

“You know,” she starts easily. If she sidles back a bit - a good metre at least - at least there’s no one to note it. “We can still opt out of this. I’m sure there are plenty of people who’ve enjoyed Greece very well without hurtling through hippogriff races. I hear beaches are nice too - nice and calm and not generally deadly.” 

[shuapuff-blog]

gait;

[ @slyzico ]

If he had to partner up with Zicovian at all, Joshua would have much rather it have been without the extra burden of pleasing a hippogriff at the same time. In some ways, he lamented, keeping a steady eye on the one they’d chosen - a pretty champagne that brought to mind the Abraxans his mother had always favoured, albeit significantly smaller, closer to Aethonans - he had the strange suspicion that he was dealing with not one but two beings that would keep his on his toes.

It was not a comforting thought.

Still, he bowed low. His pride, in this case at least, was not worth being the meal of a sharp-taloned creature and Joshua considered himself lucky on every front that while not particularly delighted to have to deal with a strange biped she didn’t know, the hippogriff seemed to accept his presence with little fuss and a nod in return.

Good - he would take what he could get. 

“Zicovian,” his voice was calm, but it rang through the little paddock well enough that he was sure the other would have heard clearly. “Please remember, if you’d rather we both keep our limbs intact, that your attitude - as lovely as it is - won’t impress here.”