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08-29-2012, 12:34 PM
It was a rough climb. The rise had seemed gentle and easy to manage at first, and the beat up path had lured him into thinking that it would be a breeze to manage to the top. But the further he went the steeper it became, until the gray knight felt a sudden urge to grow wings, or perhaps learn how to levitate. He pictured himself with horns and the ragged coating of a mountain goat, all while sweat kept pouring down his body and turned his otherwise so shiny coat into a mess of blackened stripes. If he didn't know better one might have thought that he was some kind of odd looking brindle trying to become a spider..
To make matters worse, Fajira laughed at him. The birdlike trills sounded a bit too cheerful, and the way she easily rode the breeze on draconic wings was more than just teasing. The sweet offers of help that slipped across his mental blackboard was not welcome. Nor did he enjoy her persistent fluttering in front of his face, in a way that obscured the vision and made it hard to know just where he was placing his hooves. Whose idea had it been to go up here anyway? A brief remark about what the top might look like, the alluring sight of the well traversed trail... Never again, Lace swore to himself, would he let the dragon decide where to go.
Once he broke out of the surrounding clouds and realized that there was nowhere left to go, the stallion stumbled a bit further onto the meadow and collapsed, eyes closed and the chest rising from strained breathing.
You're in bad shape the White commented critically as she darted past him, her presence revealed to him only through the shadow which for a moment obscured the light of the sun. Lace didn't reply. He was too busy dying to bother with snide comments, to the point where he didn't even react when the snarky little dragon made him aware of the presence of yet another horse up there. Oh, really? Another madman with a death wish. Splendid. Now could he please be allowed to pass out or something?
To make matters worse, Fajira laughed at him. The birdlike trills sounded a bit too cheerful, and the way she easily rode the breeze on draconic wings was more than just teasing. The sweet offers of help that slipped across his mental blackboard was not welcome. Nor did he enjoy her persistent fluttering in front of his face, in a way that obscured the vision and made it hard to know just where he was placing his hooves. Whose idea had it been to go up here anyway? A brief remark about what the top might look like, the alluring sight of the well traversed trail... Never again, Lace swore to himself, would he let the dragon decide where to go.
Once he broke out of the surrounding clouds and realized that there was nowhere left to go, the stallion stumbled a bit further onto the meadow and collapsed, eyes closed and the chest rising from strained breathing.
You're in bad shape the White commented critically as she darted past him, her presence revealed to him only through the shadow which for a moment obscured the light of the sun. Lace didn't reply. He was too busy dying to bother with snide comments, to the point where he didn't even react when the snarky little dragon made him aware of the presence of yet another horse up there. Oh, really? Another madman with a death wish. Splendid. Now could he please be allowed to pass out or something?
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