Just Another Day

The spectators were starting to become restless. The sun had fully broke over the trees when the runners were lead out to the starting point. The crowd cheered and called out various things that were largely indiscernible due to the quanitity of them.

One of the cervitaur stags gestured for the runners to make a line. The Imperial Sylvans kept to once side, the Ferals to another, with the warring Fernwick were between them both.

"Let's keep this fair. This will be a race based purely on speed. No interfering with another runner. No tripping another, shoving, or such, or you will be disqualified," he stated firmly as he paced.

"The race will be ten furlongs. Five out, five back. There will be cervitaur to guide you. Now, since you are forest kurach, there will be forest obstacles to prove your worthiness to stay in our forest. We have placed rocks, logs, thorns, and even found some convenient stump holes in the track," the cervitaur came to stop in front of them.

"Sirs and madame, let's have a good race. Good luck to you," he finished, and walked slowly behind them.

The racers nodded, readied themselves, and waited for the signal to go. A hush fell over the onlookers. The cervitaur watched them for a moment, still as a statue. The Kurach were patiently waiting, anxious to go, with a few twitches of wings and tails the only thing giving them away. The cervitaur finally gave the command to run, and they were off.