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08-25-2014, 07:57 PM
Cashmere Well I can't say that this race has gone exactly as planned. Despite all of my efforts, I have made little progress in advancing my placement. Though my bleating has helped me little if at all, it at least scared some of my opponents, and I see them fall by the wayside. Up ahead I see a goat faint, then scramble to its feet again. I giggle, and feel some of the simple joy of running and climbing return to me. The silly Earth Turtle seems to have taken some pity on our poor souls, and I find myself scrambling to a plateau. I didn't know mountains had many plateaus, but you know I'll take whatever I can get. I give a hop and a skip as I run freely on the ground, and find myself suddenly growing. It's a strange feeling through my entire body as I get taller, longer, heavier. My horn grows back and my hooves are no longer cloven. I whinny with joy, absolutely thrilled to be myself again. My nostrils expand as I breathe in the air and fill my larger lungs. Thank the heavens I'm a horse again! I extend my gait, stretching my legs to a longer galloping stride. I follow the pack and nip at any hindquarters that I see in my way. Oxy is just in front and I nip at his druggie ass as I try to gallop past him. I see the next hoop ahead, and I'm ready to leap through it like the best cross country horse you've ever seen. Tally ho! What is BROKEN cannot always be REMADE |
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Plot Thread
*You may do anything you wish with Silk excluding dismemberment and death.
