Welcome to Direwood Racers Association
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Welcome to Direwood Racers. We are an organization that specializes in racing of the Short manned Echobis. These animals are as larger than horses and are used in our races. They rank in many different colors and we train them to race from the age of one. Echobis are highly aggressive creatures if not trained properly and can be very dangerous towards people if they are wild and have grown without human contact. It was required that all Echobis be registered to keep track of records and aggression. The Echobis are not to be left untrained if owned. This dog like creature is not to be treated like a dog but rather that of a horse, they have a diet of raw meat and are recommended to be fed by hand to strengthen bonds. Echobi pups are the size of regular dogs at birth. They develop their horns if they are males. Direwood’s mission is to improve and spread the excitement of Echobi racing to the community. We hope you enjoy it as much as we do.
Username: Ianite
Show Name: Midnight Whispers
Call Name: Whisp
Sex: Female
Age: 2
Training Level: 1
Show Name: Midnight Whispers
Call Name: Whisp
Sex: Female
Age: 2
Training Level: 1
Training Level 1 wrote:
Whisp watched warily as her new "owner" approached, carrying something unidentifiable in her hand. While this mysterious new person had never done anything threatening, Whisp certainly wasn't going to be taking any chances. The human moved closer, murmuring in a soothing voice. Though Whisp could not understand, she still felt comforted.
When the human got withing reaching distance, Whisp's gaze shifted from her owner's face to the strange thing that she carried. Staying within Whisp's frame of vision, the human slowly raised the hand that held the mystery object. Whisp could now see that it was round, with strange bristles on one side. She stood still as it was bought up near her face, and placed near the side of her neck.
Whisp stiffened when she felt the bristles on her fur. Very slowly, the human moved the object up and down in a stroking motion. While Whisp couldn't say that she liked the action, she had to admit, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. She allowed the human to continue, never taking her eyes off the hand.
