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CAMP NIGHTMARE
Trial 3 - Mounted Archery

Featuring:
Horse: 962 WRR Kastell's Abalone
Rider: Jarin Jackson
Team: Fuchsia Falcons

Follows after:

Jarin stroked Abe's face, holding the stallion's head in his arms. Abe had grown very accustomed to this "petting" time where the human latched onto his face like the tack they made him wear and he didn't let go sometimes for an hour. But how he dragged his knuckled down his head was soothing unlike the trees in the pasture or the boards in the stall. It was nice. So the stallion often cocked a hind foot and settled into a casual snooze.
Jarin stared across the field, watching camp goer after camp goer gallop down the line to shoot their arrows. Some of them were very good! Scary good. Some of them took their time, even stopping their horse to take a careful shot, working on their craft and having a grand time. It brought a soft smile to Jarin's face. Smiles were contagious. It felt good to be around them.
But Jarin was sorely missing the other things in life that brought him smiles. Even texting Tristan didn't feel the same. Even if he had short responses back, mostly correcting Jarin on his horrible texting prowess, Jarin wondered if he was doing okay. He had been working so hard lately like he didn't want time in the day to do (or think about) anything else. Jarin couldn't help but think about the last time they had been together. Whether or not they were- no, of course not. He had learned the hard way already that "being together" and "being together" weren't the same thing.
If he thought about Tristan, then he had to think about Sydney . He couldn't think about one and not the other. In his mind, they were directly correlated. Without contacting Tristan in the very beginning, would Sydney have bothered to give Jarin private lessons? Without Sydney to pull Jarin into his world, would Jarin have ever gone as far as he did with Tristan? And if he hadn't, would Sydney still...
"Well, Abe, I'm as distracted as ever. Means I should go ahead and get on with this, shouldn't I? Seems I only ride when I can't think straight, right?" Jarin chuckled helplessly as he picked up Abe's head, waking the horse up as he did. He brushed Abe's long forelock out of the way and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead. He smiled again. Things that made him smile.

The more Jarin learned about this mounted archery thing, the more he wondered why people didn't just stick to bows and arrows! These were way less scary than guns! Way quieter! And he didn't feel like he was holding a murder stick! Well...that is until the arrow twanged backwards and nearly took his eye out. He learned to respect the old school murder stick after that. He stuck to the "baby arrows" with the rubber tipped ends. He wasn't going to be held responsible for giving someone a piercing they didn't ask for! That would be super mean and probably unsanitary.
His aim was atrocious even at a standstill but Jarin couldn't resist wanting to go for a gallop! He wasn't ready for it but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to spend another day waking, standing still, and failing to hit the target. Why were they so far away!? Why couldn't they just get closer!? That aside, Jarin made the executive decision to go for the gallop! He wanted that big smile the others were catching from running down the rope line, firing off a shot, nailing the target, and pumping their fist in the air!
Abe's ears twitched and as he was pretty sure- yep! Jarin had bumped his heels into his sides again. It was go time! Abe gathered himself up and headed down the silly string that they all seemed obsessed with following time and time again. Now, Abe was a horse that never learned the definition of a flat out gallop. The poor stallion could really only spring along like a deer, going more "up" than "forward". Which made aiming even more of a chore.
Jarin was lucky enough he could even get the arrow set and draw it back to aim! The target kept going uuup and dooown and uuup and dooown, making him almost woozy to keep his eyes on it. He kept following it, he couldn't quite get a good shot on it. By the time he thought it was lined up, Abe bounced upwards again and Jarin had to reset his aim. If he could just
-POP-
Jarin squeaked and deflated, dropping his bow and clutching the arrow for dear life. "HAH-!" He glanced down and realized he was looking right over his shoulder, down to his back. When had he made a complete 180!? "MY- B- ACK-" he wheezed, pretty sure it was now stuck in reverse! "ABE."
The horse sprang along merrily, his ears tipped forward, ogling the greenery around him.
"ABE- P- LEASE STAHP," he begged frantically.
Boing, boing, boing, boing. He was such a good horse, staying the course just like they had taught him to do. Silly rope. Jarin could only wheeze silently, stuck looking like a dramatized painting and hope Abe gets tired eventually.
Boing, boing, boing, no more silly rope! Abe broke down to a trot and finally a walk, looking like a horse that just realized they were missing a rider. Well, his was seated still but the command tower was quiet. He approached the nearest human for guidance. When his broke, he just found another.

Jarin wheezed like a deflating balloon, sliding in slow motion from Abe’s back and falling like a leaf in the breeze - if a leaf was a boulder and the breeze was the force of gravity plowing Jarin into the dirt.
-CRACK-
“HAH!” Jarin gasped again! He expected his back to be in two pieces now. He’d never walk again. Using the toilet was going to be really hard now- “Ah…? Ohh...My back...Oh, that’s not bad! DID I-” He slowly sat up, patting his back that didn’t feel like brimstone and fire anymore! It felt kind of nice! He jolted backwards to see if he had peed himself, afraid that if his bottom half was paralyzed, maybe he wouldn’t know if he had! And while doing so, he realized his legs were just fine too.
“Uh…” he paused, looking up to who Abe had wandered over to. Nikolas and Fame ! Jarin smiled and got to his feet, dusting off his moment of chaos, “Uh, did I…” he had to think hard on how he could recover from thinking he had wet himself just now. “Did I look cool!?”
“Ah, yeah I’m sure. Sorry I’m looking for the quickest flight out of here.” Nikolas grabbed Abe's reins to prevent him from wandering any further . whilst Fame gave the other horse a friendly nudge with his nose as if to say ‘good job’
"O-oh!" Jarin pretended to understand what he was in such a hurry over. But it didn't actually click. "Wait...already? You're leaving? I thought we still had time here..."
"Well," how to word this giant basin of news, not like they'd had access to the old reliable Woodstock Channel 4 news, the one that Leon forced everyone to watch in the mornings, Nikolas had to admit he was a bit homesick now, Jarin had become a good friend by now to Nikolas, conversations evolved from Lukas to everyday things and even sharing laughs. most of the time at Jarin expense but at least he was a positive energy, something Nikolas needed right now.
"Apparently, while I've been here, Acetoma caught on fire."

Continued storyline from Nikolas's POV:

(1275 word count)

Previous: Crumble into Chaos || Next: Pas de Trois

I WENT...different... :''D
Kind of lost my "spark" somewhere here recently so I didn't have the gusto to do anything I usually would do with lots of detailing or cool poses, etc. So I found myself just looking around at mounted archery in art in general and saw big booty horses. Yea, that was my primary lead into this adventure lol. And no one is surprised by this.
So, here is Big Booty Babes in "mongolian"-esque inspired-ish something style art. :'')
And absolutely zero practicality.

WITH THIS THO
Jarin should be coming home >:""D very soon.
(and someone else too... ; D )
IT IS TIME.

Jarin/Abe/Art © Drasayer
Tristan © Saoradh
Nikolas/Fame/RP words © Acetoma
General research into "Mongolian horse art" and whatever popped up from that (no deeper research than that, don't eat me.)
Such as:
cowboycountrymagazine.com/word…
www.akg-images.com/Docs/AKG/Me…
nicholasrossis.me/wp-content/u…
Used map of showgrounds/decoration inspiration provided by host~
Canvas texture:
textures.com/download/FabricPl…

Pencil/SAI/Photoshop CS6

Description

CAMP NIGHTMARE
Trial 3 - Mounted Archery

Featuring:
Horse: 962 WRR Kastell's Abalone
Rider: Jarin Jackson
Team: Fuchsia Falcons

Follows after:

Jarin stroked Abe's face, holding the stallion's head in his arms. Abe had grown very accustomed to this "petting" time where the human latched onto his face like the tack they made him wear and he didn't let go sometimes for an hour. But how he dragged his knuckled down his head was soothing unlike the trees in the pasture or the boards in the stall. It was nice. So the stallion often cocked a hind foot and settled into a casual snooze.
Jarin stared across the field, watching camp goer after camp goer gallop down the line to shoot their arrows. Some of them were very good! Scary good. Some of them took their time, even stopping their horse to take a careful shot, working on their craft and having a grand time. It brought a soft smile to Jarin's face. Smiles were contagious. It felt good to be around them.
But Jarin was sorely missing the other things in life that brought him smiles. Even texting Tristan didn't feel the same. Even if he had short responses back, mostly correcting Jarin on his horrible texting prowess, Jarin wondered if he was doing okay. He had been working so hard lately like he didn't want time in the day to do (or think about) anything else. Jarin couldn't help but think about the last time they had been together. Whether or not they were- no, of course not. He had learned the hard way already that "being together" and "being together" weren't the same thing.
If he thought about Tristan, then he had to think about Sydney . He couldn't think about one and not the other. In his mind, they were directly correlated. Without contacting Tristan in the very beginning, would Sydney have bothered to give Jarin private lessons? Without Sydney to pull Jarin into his world, would Jarin have ever gone as far as he did with Tristan? And if he hadn't, would Sydney still...
"Well, Abe, I'm as distracted as ever. Means I should go ahead and get on with this, shouldn't I? Seems I only ride when I can't think straight, right?" Jarin chuckled helplessly as he picked up Abe's head, waking the horse up as he did. He brushed Abe's long forelock out of the way and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead. He smiled again. Things that made him smile.

The more Jarin learned about this mounted archery thing, the more he wondered why people didn't just stick to bows and arrows! These were way less scary than guns! Way quieter! And he didn't feel like he was holding a murder stick! Well...that is until the arrow twanged backwards and nearly took his eye out. He learned to respect the old school murder stick after that. He stuck to the "baby arrows" with the rubber tipped ends. He wasn't going to be held responsible for giving someone a piercing they didn't ask for! That would be super mean and probably unsanitary.
His aim was atrocious even at a standstill but Jarin couldn't resist wanting to go for a gallop! He wasn't ready for it but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to spend another day waking, standing still, and failing to hit the target. Why were they so far away!? Why couldn't they just get closer!? That aside, Jarin made the executive decision to go for the gallop! He wanted that big smile the others were catching from running down the rope line, firing off a shot, nailing the target, and pumping their fist in the air!
Abe's ears twitched and as he was pretty sure- yep! Jarin had bumped his heels into his sides again. It was go time! Abe gathered himself up and headed down the silly string that they all seemed obsessed with following time and time again. Now, Abe was a horse that never learned the definition of a flat out gallop. The poor stallion could really only spring along like a deer, going more "up" than "forward". Which made aiming even more of a chore.
Jarin was lucky enough he could even get the arrow set and draw it back to aim! The target kept going uuup and dooown and uuup and dooown, making him almost woozy to keep his eyes on it. He kept following it, he couldn't quite get a good shot on it. By the time he thought it was lined up, Abe bounced upwards again and Jarin had to reset his aim. If he could just
-POP-
Jarin squeaked and deflated, dropping his bow and clutching the arrow for dear life. "HAH-!" He glanced down and realized he was looking right over his shoulder, down to his back. When had he made a complete 180!? "MY- B- ACK-" he wheezed, pretty sure it was now stuck in reverse! "ABE."
The horse sprang along merrily, his ears tipped forward, ogling the greenery around him.
"ABE- P- LEASE STAHP," he begged frantically.
Boing, boing, boing, boing. He was such a good horse, staying the course just like they had taught him to do. Silly rope. Jarin could only wheeze silently, stuck looking like a dramatized painting and hope Abe gets tired eventually.
Boing, boing, boing, no more silly rope! Abe broke down to a trot and finally a walk, looking like a horse that just realized they were missing a rider. Well, his was seated still but the command tower was quiet. He approached the nearest human for guidance. When his broke, he just found another.

Jarin wheezed like a deflating balloon, sliding in slow motion from Abe’s back and falling like a leaf in the breeze - if a leaf was a boulder and the breeze was the force of gravity plowing Jarin into the dirt.
-CRACK-
“HAH!” Jarin gasped again! He expected his back to be in two pieces now. He’d never walk again. Using the toilet was going to be really hard now- “Ah…? Ohh...My back...Oh, that’s not bad! DID I-” He slowly sat up, patting his back that didn’t feel like brimstone and fire anymore! It felt kind of nice! He jolted backwards to see if he had peed himself, afraid that if his bottom half was paralyzed, maybe he wouldn’t know if he had! And while doing so, he realized his legs were just fine too.
“Uh…” he paused, looking up to who Abe had wandered over to. Nikolas and Fame ! Jarin smiled and got to his feet, dusting off his moment of chaos, “Uh, did I…” he had to think hard on how he could recover from thinking he had wet himself just now. “Did I look cool!?”
“Ah, yeah I’m sure. Sorry I’m looking for the quickest flight out of here.” Nikolas grabbed Abe's reins to prevent him from wandering any further . whilst Fame gave the other horse a friendly nudge with his nose as if to say ‘good job’
"O-oh!" Jarin pretended to understand what he was in such a hurry over. But it didn't actually click. "Wait...already? You're leaving? I thought we still had time here..."
"Well," how to word this giant basin of news, not like they'd had access to the old reliable Woodstock Channel 4 news, the one that Leon forced everyone to watch in the mornings, Nikolas had to admit he was a bit homesick now, Jarin had become a good friend by now to Nikolas, conversations evolved from Lukas to everyday things and even sharing laughs. most of the time at Jarin expense but at least he was a positive energy, something Nikolas needed right now.
"Apparently, while I've been here, Acetoma caught on fire."

Continued storyline from Nikolas's POV:

(1275 word count)

Previous: Crumble into Chaos || Next: Pas de Trois

I WENT...different... :''D
Kind of lost my "spark" somewhere here recently so I didn't have the gusto to do anything I usually would do with lots of detailing or cool poses, etc. So I found myself just looking around at mounted archery in art in general and saw big booty horses. Yea, that was my primary lead into this adventure lol. And no one is surprised by this.
So, here is Big Booty Babes in "mongolian"-esque inspired-ish something style art. :'')
And absolutely zero practicality.

WITH THIS THO
Jarin should be coming home >:""D very soon.
(and someone else too... ; D )
IT IS TIME.

Jarin/Abe/Art © Drasayer
Tristan © Saoradh
Nikolas/Fame/RP words © Acetoma
General research into "Mongolian horse art" and whatever popped up from that (no deeper research than that, don't eat me.)
Such as:
cowboycountrymagazine.com/word…
www.akg-images.com/Docs/AKG/Me…
nicholasrossis.me/wp-content/u…
Used map of showgrounds/decoration inspiration provided by host~
Canvas texture:
textures.com/download/FabricPl…

Pencil/SAI/Photoshop CS6