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AQHR NPC Show | Nov-Dec | OPEN

Featuring:
Christopher Burton on PS Brix Sugerv

Level: 1
(ready for battle.)
Class: Showjumping
Horse's Name: PS Brix Sugerv | SS-001
Rider/Handler's Name: Christopher Burton
Bonus Prompt Included: Yes - Hawk and Lexie P:
Features: Lexie Russo and Hollywood Hawk (bring it on.)
Previous Rider Experience: [1] [2] [3]
Previous Horse Experience: [1]

Placed: Second and Grand Champ
WE'LL TAKE IT. SHE HAS FALLEN!

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Follows a bit after: and all battling each other head on~

(there's a summary way down there, keep scrolling, no need to suffer for details <''3)

“Christopher Burton ,” a small but confident lady's voice declared her target of interest. Lexie parked her mount, Hawk , beside her, thumping her fist onto her hip with a smirk a mile wide, “So you finally make your return. I was worried I might have crushed your spirits!”
Chris inhaled calmly, having mentally prepared for this. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction knowing he had this date circled on his calendar for months once the roster had been released who was competing for the AQHR's honor. “Coincidence,” he flatly tossed back with a small smirk of his own.
“Riiiight,” Lexie nodded, absolutely not buying the lie. “Total coincidence you bring along your cutie patootie mare here that, let me check my notes-” Lexie paused to pretend to flip through a stack of invisible papers, adjusted her non existent glasses, “Nope, you haven't taken her anywhere else since! Hmmmmm! You didn't show up the last time I was staffed to show either.” She leaned in with a mischievous look in her eyes. “You got something to prove against my Hawky boy?”
“Coincidence,” Chris repeated and shrugged, not in the least bit hesitant about his position, backing his young mare up a step that thought to take the opportunity to reintroduce herself with the gelding in front of her, desperate for some kind of herd amongst the hustle and bustle of the scene.
“Liiies,” Lexie laughed. “You totally came back for a round two of getting your butt whooped!” She waved off the made up tension “Honestly, I'm happy! I like some good competition! Really, I'm honored to be considered a threat. You even got your dad to show up and that's super scary! I've really got my work cut out for me.”
Chris flipped his reins over Brix's neck, taking a hold of just one to keep her still. He scoffed a laugh at her remarks as if she was spouting funny nonsense even though it was dead on reality. “Please, my dad will barge his way into anything I do. He's so dusty these days, I don't think you have anything to worry about on his part.”
“Awww, that's kind of sweet,” she smiled earnestly, clasping her hands behind her back. “He's from Iceland, isn't he? Maybe his homeland will give him some super powers!” She didn't think Dave looked like he had missed a stride seeing him on his formidable mount in the warmups! Seriously frightful to compete against!
“That was a decade ago,” Chris shook his head.
“Oh…wait, did you grow up here too?”
Chris contemplated for a half a second before responding back in the native language of Iceland. Of course, he could still speak it fluently. He and his father caught themselves swapping back and forth occasionally out of habit. Just depended on what they were trying to get across to the other before just slipping right back into English again. He gave Lexie a neutral poker face, seeing the lack of comprehension immediately.
Lexie paused, hearing the foreign sentence and change of pace in his words. She shook her head, knowing fully well she wasn't going to understand a thing he just said. “You just said something mean, didn't you?” She laughed. She gasped in faked horror, seeing Chris smirk again. “Christopher Burton, I will have them reserve you another tenth place ribbon! I might give your cute mare a better one but not you!” She laughed, totally game for friendly trash talking even if she couldn't understand it.
“Aaaahhh,” Chris joined in, feigning that he felt even the slightest bit of concern while stepping up into his saddle. “Don't make me file a complaint-” and then he slipped back into Icelandic to file another friendly insult.
“Don't make me get a translator out,” she came back after also getting mounted and gesturing to her phone that would put an end to his little code speak. She stuck her tongue out at him as they went their own ways to get warmed up. It was time to turn talk into action. Afterall, Chris had a lot to prove after getting blown out in round one. Unbeknownst to Lexie, he had stated right to her face that he wasn't going to be beat by a donkey twice.

The only one that wasn't ready for this “round 2” fiasco was poor Brix. Ever since her first show months ago, Chris had been schooling her over jumps rigorously. Not just jumping but speed too. Her body was taut and firm with lean muscle from her warmblood side, thanks to her sire, Jax, but she came equipped with the high horsepower motor on the backend from her unknown stock horse dam. It was kind of like driving a sports car with a muscle car's engine.
When Chris put his heels to her, she tore open, blasting into action, eyes wide with anticipation as the jumps blurred by her. Which was first? How high? Would she knock a pole? Where were the other horses!? She snorted heavily, pumping the brakes, feeling the bit against her lips. Her burst of speed made it easy to clear the length of the arena but Chris had to make sure she collected back up before diving onto the course or she'd blast right through the pacing. He had to relearn jumping with a horse like Brix. She didn't fit the standard lengths with her shorter strides but it wasn't exactly plus or minus on any stride either. It was more like riding two horses at once. One that could tighten up so small and dainty, gently floating over the jump cleanly and then coming down on the gas pedal to absolutely burn rubber towards the next jump.
Chris was laser-focused. On a regular day, he could pretty much just let himself go into a kind of autopilot; get into a zone and let it all happen from a combo of muscle memory and visualization. But this time, he wanted to be absolutely present for each stride. He put all four of Brix’s hooves where they needed to fall, seeing where they all needed to fall next and how he needed to react to get them there.
Maybe there was some level of degree of fun that came with this life. That's what a lot of people did showjumping for; it was fun. And sure, it makes for a healthy paycheck at the right shows. For Chris, in these moments, as his smirk grew seeing the time on his watch, galloping for the next series of jumps… this was just like breathing. He had to. Not just because he had to for survival but because he wanted to be alive.

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TLDR SUMMARY;
--Chris is here for revenge against Lexie and Hawk for absolutely destroying him a few months back
--Lexie is totally game for some competition, noting that even Dave showed up~
--Chris insults in Icelandic because we're in Iceland, where Chris was born~
--Lexie is out for blood too~
--Brix is the only one not ready for this.

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THE DAY HAS COME. What I've been building up towards for weeks xD I can finally let the class roll and see how my kids do against each other.
Naturally, Chris is going to do better, that was the plan but victory isn't guaranteed yet! Brix doesn't have the previous experience to totally boost her scores! So we'll see if they can squeak by. Honestly, I don't know if I'll be able to have any control of Chris if he gets his ass handed to him again because of my lack of detail x''D He'll riot and force me to make more high end show art for him lololol (favorite kid gets everything his wants sigh)

I love these NPC shows xD I can host how competitive my characters are without feeling really awkward. Feels weird to like...callout other artists' characters in a show. Gives me the bad feels. I'm not what you would call super competitive. But a lot of my characters are and I feel weird when I don't reflect that. Like, Chris is very competitive when it comes to showjumping. This is his shit and where he thrives. Me, I'm just...weeee, I hope my horse doesn't do that one thing they did in warmup and totally tank our round- aaaand they did, great, that's a wasted entry fee. -sobbing-

So basically, the whole point of making this piece of art is because my pixel man got offended by a pixel lady and demanded I do all the things I can do to beat her xD My life is controlled by pixels. (love getting to develop poor brix <3)

Chris/Brix/Dave/Art © Drasayer
About 20 hours
Lexie Russo/Hollywood Hawk © AQHR-Admin
No specific refs for revenge squad/targets of revenge
Background inspiration provided by host

Procreate/PhotoshopCS6

Description

AQHR NPC Show | Nov-Dec | OPEN

Featuring:
Christopher Burton on PS Brix Sugerv

Level: 1
(ready for battle.)
Class: Showjumping
Horse's Name: PS Brix Sugerv | SS-001
Rider/Handler's Name: Christopher Burton
Bonus Prompt Included: Yes - Hawk and Lexie P:
Features: Lexie Russo and Hollywood Hawk (bring it on.)
Previous Rider Experience: [1] [2] [3]
Previous Horse Experience: [1]

Placed: Second and Grand Champ
WE'LL TAKE IT. SHE HAS FALLEN!

www.deviantart.com/comments/1/…
www.deviantart.com/comments/1/…

Follows a bit after: and all battling each other head on~

(there's a summary way down there, keep scrolling, no need to suffer for details <''3)

“Christopher Burton ,” a small but confident lady's voice declared her target of interest. Lexie parked her mount, Hawk , beside her, thumping her fist onto her hip with a smirk a mile wide, “So you finally make your return. I was worried I might have crushed your spirits!”
Chris inhaled calmly, having mentally prepared for this. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction knowing he had this date circled on his calendar for months once the roster had been released who was competing for the AQHR's honor. “Coincidence,” he flatly tossed back with a small smirk of his own.
“Riiiight,” Lexie nodded, absolutely not buying the lie. “Total coincidence you bring along your cutie patootie mare here that, let me check my notes-” Lexie paused to pretend to flip through a stack of invisible papers, adjusted her non existent glasses, “Nope, you haven't taken her anywhere else since! Hmmmmm! You didn't show up the last time I was staffed to show either.” She leaned in with a mischievous look in her eyes. “You got something to prove against my Hawky boy?”
“Coincidence,” Chris repeated and shrugged, not in the least bit hesitant about his position, backing his young mare up a step that thought to take the opportunity to reintroduce herself with the gelding in front of her, desperate for some kind of herd amongst the hustle and bustle of the scene.
“Liiies,” Lexie laughed. “You totally came back for a round two of getting your butt whooped!” She waved off the made up tension “Honestly, I'm happy! I like some good competition! Really, I'm honored to be considered a threat. You even got your dad to show up and that's super scary! I've really got my work cut out for me.”
Chris flipped his reins over Brix's neck, taking a hold of just one to keep her still. He scoffed a laugh at her remarks as if she was spouting funny nonsense even though it was dead on reality. “Please, my dad will barge his way into anything I do. He's so dusty these days, I don't think you have anything to worry about on his part.”
“Awww, that's kind of sweet,” she smiled earnestly, clasping her hands behind her back. “He's from Iceland, isn't he? Maybe his homeland will give him some super powers!” She didn't think Dave looked like he had missed a stride seeing him on his formidable mount in the warmups! Seriously frightful to compete against!
“That was a decade ago,” Chris shook his head.
“Oh…wait, did you grow up here too?”
Chris contemplated for a half a second before responding back in the native language of Iceland. Of course, he could still speak it fluently. He and his father caught themselves swapping back and forth occasionally out of habit. Just depended on what they were trying to get across to the other before just slipping right back into English again. He gave Lexie a neutral poker face, seeing the lack of comprehension immediately.
Lexie paused, hearing the foreign sentence and change of pace in his words. She shook her head, knowing fully well she wasn't going to understand a thing he just said. “You just said something mean, didn't you?” She laughed. She gasped in faked horror, seeing Chris smirk again. “Christopher Burton, I will have them reserve you another tenth place ribbon! I might give your cute mare a better one but not you!” She laughed, totally game for friendly trash talking even if she couldn't understand it.
“Aaaahhh,” Chris joined in, feigning that he felt even the slightest bit of concern while stepping up into his saddle. “Don't make me file a complaint-” and then he slipped back into Icelandic to file another friendly insult.
“Don't make me get a translator out,” she came back after also getting mounted and gesturing to her phone that would put an end to his little code speak. She stuck her tongue out at him as they went their own ways to get warmed up. It was time to turn talk into action. Afterall, Chris had a lot to prove after getting blown out in round one. Unbeknownst to Lexie, he had stated right to her face that he wasn't going to be beat by a donkey twice.

The only one that wasn't ready for this “round 2” fiasco was poor Brix. Ever since her first show months ago, Chris had been schooling her over jumps rigorously. Not just jumping but speed too. Her body was taut and firm with lean muscle from her warmblood side, thanks to her sire, Jax, but she came equipped with the high horsepower motor on the backend from her unknown stock horse dam. It was kind of like driving a sports car with a muscle car's engine.
When Chris put his heels to her, she tore open, blasting into action, eyes wide with anticipation as the jumps blurred by her. Which was first? How high? Would she knock a pole? Where were the other horses!? She snorted heavily, pumping the brakes, feeling the bit against her lips. Her burst of speed made it easy to clear the length of the arena but Chris had to make sure she collected back up before diving onto the course or she'd blast right through the pacing. He had to relearn jumping with a horse like Brix. She didn't fit the standard lengths with her shorter strides but it wasn't exactly plus or minus on any stride either. It was more like riding two horses at once. One that could tighten up so small and dainty, gently floating over the jump cleanly and then coming down on the gas pedal to absolutely burn rubber towards the next jump.
Chris was laser-focused. On a regular day, he could pretty much just let himself go into a kind of autopilot; get into a zone and let it all happen from a combo of muscle memory and visualization. But this time, he wanted to be absolutely present for each stride. He put all four of Brix’s hooves where they needed to fall, seeing where they all needed to fall next and how he needed to react to get them there.
Maybe there was some level of degree of fun that came with this life. That's what a lot of people did showjumping for; it was fun. And sure, it makes for a healthy paycheck at the right shows. For Chris, in these moments, as his smirk grew seeing the time on his watch, galloping for the next series of jumps… this was just like breathing. He had to. Not just because he had to for survival but because he wanted to be alive.

(1114 wordcount)

TLDR SUMMARY;
--Chris is here for revenge against Lexie and Hawk for absolutely destroying him a few months back
--Lexie is totally game for some competition, noting that even Dave showed up~
--Chris insults in Icelandic because we're in Iceland, where Chris was born~
--Lexie is out for blood too~
--Brix is the only one not ready for this.

Previous: Daddy Came to Play || Next: Crop Shot

THE DAY HAS COME. What I've been building up towards for weeks xD I can finally let the class roll and see how my kids do against each other.
Naturally, Chris is going to do better, that was the plan but victory isn't guaranteed yet! Brix doesn't have the previous experience to totally boost her scores! So we'll see if they can squeak by. Honestly, I don't know if I'll be able to have any control of Chris if he gets his ass handed to him again because of my lack of detail x''D He'll riot and force me to make more high end show art for him lololol (favorite kid gets everything his wants sigh)

I love these NPC shows xD I can host how competitive my characters are without feeling really awkward. Feels weird to like...callout other artists' characters in a show. Gives me the bad feels. I'm not what you would call super competitive. But a lot of my characters are and I feel weird when I don't reflect that. Like, Chris is very competitive when it comes to showjumping. This is his shit and where he thrives. Me, I'm just...weeee, I hope my horse doesn't do that one thing they did in warmup and totally tank our round- aaaand they did, great, that's a wasted entry fee. -sobbing-

So basically, the whole point of making this piece of art is because my pixel man got offended by a pixel lady and demanded I do all the things I can do to beat her xD My life is controlled by pixels. (love getting to develop poor brix <3)

Chris/Brix/Dave/Art © Drasayer
About 20 hours
Lexie Russo/Hollywood Hawk © AQHR-Admin
No specific refs for revenge squad/targets of revenge
Background inspiration provided by host

Procreate/PhotoshopCS6