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Post by Gaius Porcius on Jan 19, 2013 12:22:15 GMT
"Ah, Darius Marius," Gaius Porcius called out to his fellow trainee. "What say we find ourselves... something refreshing to do. Care for a wager, my friend?"
Now Gaius made speculation that he could win a horse race against his barracks confederate. Speculation became challenge and challenge became a betting pool among their acquaintances. And so a race was run.
Gaius found a black stallion in the barracks stables that promised swift victory, garnered a few tricks from fellows placing bets upon him and met Darius at the racing field. He rode hard and fast, taking the early lead. But in the end it was Darius' story to tell.
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Post by Darius Marius on Jan 20, 2013 0:12:12 GMT
Darius wasn't the gambling type normally, but he was the kind of guy who generally didn't say no to a fair challenge. Unwinnable ones, certainly... but he'd grown up around horses and knew well how to ride thanks to the tutolage of extremely experienced and talented men. He had every reason to be confident in his abilities. "You're on, Gaius. May the best man win."
The race was a close one to be sure, much closer than any of the other of his fellow protectores gave him previously. Enough dust had been kicked up along the circuitous route that, for a time, there was honest debate over who'd won. At full speed, the stallions were difficult to maneuver, and each turn became a nail-biting display of horsemanship. In the end however, Darius' years of experience since childhood had won out the day. The white horse he chose managed to cross the finish line a stride ahead of the black horse Gaius mounted.
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