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09-15-2012, 05:35 PM
Golden eyes narrowed as the race begun, and the great steed paused to allow others to clear out the immediate area around him. Then he extended his wings, mindful of others with their smaller bodies and narrower wingspans and thus more fragile bones. A few steps forward were taken at a walk, before he built up speed into faster, thundering strides. Massive wings beat powerfully, and then he was conquering gravity and climbing skyward, trailing after the smaller racers but without a single concern about catching up. He was too big, too bulky, to compete in a speed duel. But endurance? That he had.
So he was content to power higher, aiming for the first ring. His gaze drifted toward the bird clutching the ring, a creature of the Moon Goddess. There was a brief moment where he wondered at the creature's courage, hovering and waiting out the passage of the racers. And then he was arrowing through the ring, tucking his wings closer to avoid bashing the sides of the ring, and directing his flight onward toward the next ring.
So he was content to power higher, aiming for the first ring. His gaze drifted toward the bird clutching the ring, a creature of the Moon Goddess. There was a brief moment where he wondered at the creature's courage, hovering and waiting out the passage of the racers. And then he was arrowing through the ring, tucking his wings closer to avoid bashing the sides of the ring, and directing his flight onward toward the next ring.
