What's a Little Mud?

Reoseans Included

Amour 9847 | Elysium 7675 | Behemoth 9519

Competitions - Tug of War

The group of reoseans eventually dropped their costume pieces back off so others could enjoy them. Behemoth was reluctant to get rid of her starry apparel, but now it would stay beautiful and unaffected by her curse. She lamented the fact she could never have pretty things, and took care of the few things she did have so they would be unaffected, usually keeping them inside layers and moving frequently when she had them so bits that she stole bled back out.

As they moved through the fair, she kept an eye on her surroundings, wondering why the color returned much slowly that normal or not at all. It made her continually worry about her curse progressing, and it took a lot of prodding from her father to snap her out of it.

“Come on sweet pea, let’s have some fun!” The blonde colored male rached ahead, eager to try out some of the games the fair held in store. She shrugged and followed him, although at a much slower pace. Amour gestured for her to go first like the perfect gentleman she though he was, and the pair walked side by side until they caught up to Ely.

Most parts of the fair were jam packed with fair goers, and the games section was no exception. At one point, the opal male knocked both the glasswork vays to the side, making sure they all avoided being run over as they crossed a race track that wound through the fair. She thanked him profusely, then heard her father's exclaimed yell. Clearly he found something he wanted to do.

The three of them were runners, so games of strength weren't normally for their kind. Still, everyone seemed to get involved in all the games, and the blonde male pointed excitedly to a large mud pit where teams tried to pull one another in.

Amour was the first to balk at the idea, and Behemoth didn't blame him. His beautiful coat would be drenched in mud with the wrong team. Why her father wanted to play this game was beyond her.

***

Ely had been more than excited to see the giant mud pit. The odds of their team winning when not a single one of them had the strength of a puller was slim to none. Which was exactly why he wanted to do it. 

First off, Ely was a practical man. Not everything had to be won; one didn't have to come on top in every situation. Secondly, he had noticed how often Behemoth glanced at her coat. Her curse bothered her far more than it should, they were here to have fun and forget about it. Covering the teardrop patterns with mud would only help. 

He turned his muzzle towards the opal male. "Is someone afraid of a little mud?" The teasing tone did just the trick, or perhaps it was his shit eating grins, because the other male gave him a cold stare that left an icy feeling in Elysium's toes before striding forward to join in the next team to drag their rope.

"You're on." The pink male gestured for the blonde one to join in on the other side, and Ely happily obliged, striding over to where a team was forming. 

That left Behemoth, who still had yet to decide. She was clearly wavering between the two before her father shrugged. "No hard feelings if you drag me down. I'm sure at least once in your life you were mad at me for something that warranted it."

He swayed her enough, and the grey female trotted over to join Amour, their team gathering together and trying to pick a line up.

***

Pullers were mixed throughout the group of vays that had assembled, and Amour was trying to judge if their side had more of them or not. They seemed evenly matched, and he really did not want to end up in the mud. He tried to thread his way to the back of the line, but those gathered had different ideas, putting his sparkling coat in front. Ugh. He had more than a few insults in his head that he was trying not to mutter aloud when the whistle blew.

The rope started to slip from his teeth but he grabbed on tight, doing his best to pull. This close to the front, he could see his paws already start to slide towards the mud puddle, and he fought frantically to stay away from it. Ely only grinned at him from across the way, the cocky bastard.

With such a large group, one might think that it would take a while before enough gave out to make a difference. Almost as soon as he thought that, there was a sharp tug, and he found himself wheeling forward. He tried to duck out of the way, but a body landed into him, and a voice now becoming familiar gasped out.

Behemoth was on top of him, and she scrambled to get off him, and only managed to coat both of them even further with mud. Still, through the dirt, he caught her blushing. Perfect. He had only known her for a few hours and she was already like this. He would have her eating out of his paws, and giving him years of life, before he knew it. 

Laughter caught his ears, and he found Ely joining in with some of the other team, laughing at the pile of reoseans that all fought to get out of the mud. Behemoth and Amour got some of the worst of it, but there were a few others that were almost as bad. Giving behemoth a smirk, Amour lobbed a pawful of mud at the blonde male, getting a laugh in himself as it hit his target. 

Sure the group would need to clean up before they wandered the fair further, but to Amour, it was worth it to get these folk to trust him.

-End-

♦ Tug-of-War: Reoseans line up on opposing ends of a long rope, and do their best to pull the golden middle over their finish line! Winners avoid the mud, and well, losers end up in it. Draw or write about your Reosean partaking in the tug-of-war!

Amour 9847 | Elysium 7675 | Behemoth 9519

WC 994 +9

Personal +3

Event Bonus Link +3

Total = 15 CP