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08-21-2014, 02:43 PM
Zünden gazed ahead not wanting to miss a second of start time. Once the giant turtle yells start the storm filly shoves her hind feet into the ground spraying rocks behind her as she takes off. Flying over the rocks the storm doe holds a calm steady place waiting for her chance to use her superior speed and climbing skill to take the lead. After a moments of being next to the winged and horned foal she noticed the fire flaring up around her. Bleating in surprise and mild panic the doe goat jumped around the filly taking a path farther away from her than she had been. The terrible scent of burnt hair wafted through the air causing the young Ibex doe to wrinkle her nose. Sneezing the goat hopped and ran up the mountain knowing she would win if it was the last thing she did.
Keeping clear of the fire goat she pressed on watching out to see if other stubby tailed goats were bearing magic. As she ran it became apparent that something was changing in the weather. Great white fluffy specks were floating down from the sky. Wondering what it was, having never even see snow before, she stuck her tongue out in an experiment . One of the crystal flakes fluttered onto her slender pink muscle. The sweetness reminded her vaguely of fresh flowers, especially Tulips. Shaking her head to clear it of the sweetness she kept going, bounding from here to there. The powdery coating was slick, but only on places that were already difficult to find footing. It wasn't that hard to find places that would not be slick or difficult to stand on.
"Arrogant Lingo" 'Pompous Musings'
Words: 281
Notes: Sugar!
Keeping clear of the fire goat she pressed on watching out to see if other stubby tailed goats were bearing magic. As she ran it became apparent that something was changing in the weather. Great white fluffy specks were floating down from the sky. Wondering what it was, having never even see snow before, she stuck her tongue out in an experiment . One of the crystal flakes fluttered onto her slender pink muscle. The sweetness reminded her vaguely of fresh flowers, especially Tulips. Shaking her head to clear it of the sweetness she kept going, bounding from here to there. The powdery coating was slick, but only on places that were already difficult to find footing. It wasn't that hard to find places that would not be slick or difficult to stand on.
"Arrogant Lingo" 'Pompous Musings'
Words: 281
Notes: Sugar!
Zünden
I can see the fear that will ensure my victory
