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+5 tier, +15 WG for Ozzer
+5 more WG for winning the round

docs.google.com/document/d/1sh…

Bishop:
She told them to partner up.

'Someone near your size, if you would.’
Oh…
Bishop looked around, his ears flicking back as worry, again, touched him. There was no one that was near his size, and it seemed that most of the others had already paired off. His heavy head swung to the side, catching sight of a little grey donkey- the only other who seemed to have no partner. Immediately Bishop felt an upwelling of guilt in his belly, but he couldn’t let it get to him. For all he knew, this donkey was the fasted donkey who ever lived! And besides, this was a test! They had to be strong to pass through the wall. The big stallion spared the other a polite dip of his head. He could see his breath curling away in the creeping morning light.
“Best of luck.” He murmured. The face wasn’t a familiar one, but he hardly had time to linger on it. Ba’Yagu told them to wait until the sun had fully broken free of the stark horizon line, and then they would run. The big bay drew in several even breaths, letting them out slowly. Now was not the time for nervousness!
The sun crept upward, it’s bottom curve slowly sweeping up, burning through the mist and haze that had swathed the land… and when the burning star had finally reared up over the horizon, Bishop coiled his rear end under him and lunged forward into flight. The race was on!

Ozzer:
His wet hide did nothing to improve his mood. The small donkey didn’t feel like he’d been dry in years, and to top it off the witch had decided that the best way determine who should go would be a race. A frown seemed permanently etched upon his face. He did not agree that this was the best way. Swiftness was not the measure of a horse unless time was the key, and with the wall he didn’t think it was. But the others agreed to the idea, and so he would play along. Though, his mind was already thinking of what he might be doing once he was undoubtedly stuck on the beach awaiting the search party’s return.
He heard a voice next to him, and looked up into the large face of a shire. He grunted in return, “Luck won’t be my friend today.” He barely had time to turn his eyes back on the open course before Ba’Yagu called the word, and the others were off. The large stallion next to him pushed forward, sending up a spray of sand.
Ozzer shook the grit out of his face, and started forward, automatically in last place. He stretched his legs as far as they would go into a gallop, though it was a pace he knew he could not keep up for long. Many of the horses were already far ahead, some so much so that they were lost in the fog. So, he set his eyes on the shire, who he could still see a little ways ahead.

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I wanted this to be funny, but I guess it turned out kind of sad. XD Don't worry, though. I imagine this being like a tortoise and the hare type of race, in which Ozzer used persistence and smarts to catch up.

I wish I could have drawn the stonehenge scene, but I had to start this one early on so that I would have time to finish Toby's too.

Ozzer (c) Me
Bishop (c) meganeffingsandbox
Little Bird (c) BlueUnicornJ13
Jonah (c) MeetingGemini

Description
+5 tier, +15 WG for Ozzer
+5 more WG for winning the round

docs.google.com/document/d/1sh…

Bishop:
She told them to partner up.

'Someone near your size, if you would.’
Oh…
Bishop looked around, his ears flicking back as worry, again, touched him. There was no one that was near his size, and it seemed that most of the others had already paired off. His heavy head swung to the side, catching sight of a little grey donkey- the only other who seemed to have no partner. Immediately Bishop felt an upwelling of guilt in his belly, but he couldn’t let it get to him. For all he knew, this donkey was the fasted donkey who ever lived! And besides, this was a test! They had to be strong to pass through the wall. The big stallion spared the other a polite dip of his head. He could see his breath curling away in the creeping morning light.
“Best of luck.” He murmured. The face wasn’t a familiar one, but he hardly had time to linger on it. Ba’Yagu told them to wait until the sun had fully broken free of the stark horizon line, and then they would run. The big bay drew in several even breaths, letting them out slowly. Now was not the time for nervousness!
The sun crept upward, it’s bottom curve slowly sweeping up, burning through the mist and haze that had swathed the land… and when the burning star had finally reared up over the horizon, Bishop coiled his rear end under him and lunged forward into flight. The race was on!

Ozzer:
His wet hide did nothing to improve his mood. The small donkey didn’t feel like he’d been dry in years, and to top it off the witch had decided that the best way determine who should go would be a race. A frown seemed permanently etched upon his face. He did not agree that this was the best way. Swiftness was not the measure of a horse unless time was the key, and with the wall he didn’t think it was. But the others agreed to the idea, and so he would play along. Though, his mind was already thinking of what he might be doing once he was undoubtedly stuck on the beach awaiting the search party’s return.
He heard a voice next to him, and looked up into the large face of a shire. He grunted in return, “Luck won’t be my friend today.” He barely had time to turn his eyes back on the open course before Ba’Yagu called the word, and the others were off. The large stallion next to him pushed forward, sending up a spray of sand.
Ozzer shook the grit out of his face, and started forward, automatically in last place. He stretched his legs as far as they would go into a gallop, though it was a pace he knew he could not keep up for long. Many of the horses were already far ahead, some so much so that they were lost in the fog. So, he set his eyes on the shire, who he could still see a little ways ahead.

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I wanted this to be funny, but I guess it turned out kind of sad. XD Don't worry, though. I imagine this being like a tortoise and the hare type of race, in which Ozzer used persistence and smarts to catch up.

I wish I could have drawn the stonehenge scene, but I had to start this one early on so that I would have time to finish Toby's too.

Ozzer (c) Me
Bishop (c) meganeffingsandbox
Little Bird (c) BlueUnicornJ13
Jonah (c) MeetingGemini