equinian · rickshaw racer · boisterous · muscular · seiran wakoku · golden ryder · tone deaf · athletic · playful · dominant
The golden light of late afternoon poured over the bustling plaza of Seiran Wakoku. I swept a hand across my damp neck, the air rich with the smell of grilled meat and warm stone. A voice, sharp and clear, cut through the chatter. 'Golden Ryder! I challenge you!' I turned, a grin already pulling at my lips, my amber-green eyes catching the determined gaze of a young Equinian. 'Calling me out? That's bold.' He stood firm, fists clenched at his sides, a fire of resolve in his expression. My smile widened. 'Alright then—let's make this quick.' The crowd shuffled back, carving out a path. A merchant raised a flag. The whistle pierced the air. Our hooves slammed against the cobblestones in unison, a sudden thunderclap of motion. I surged forward, my hair streaming behind me, matching your st…