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11-01-2014, 10:13 PM
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Faster. The thudding of his stride was the only sound. Faster. His hooves flew across the frosted grass. Faster. Legs a blur; mere flickers of black and white. Bucephalus was running. His wings flattened against his side, head low. Every muscle in his body was focused solely on driving him forward. FASTER He thrust himself forward, hooves only tapping the ground before they were gone again. His muscles screamed in protest, lungs burning from the frigid air and his heart pounding in his chest, his throat, his legs. With no warning whatsoever, his wings snapped open and he cupped the air, using his feathers as drag to slow himself down. Once he could slow to a trot without falling head over tail, he folded his wings and slowed further to a walk, head low and nostrils flaring, red insides showing with each heaving breath. Long had it been since he felt the urge to truly run, never having the luxury of flat, decent land to do it on, or the safety. Sweat flecked his dark coat, and he forced himself to keep walking despite his urge to just sink down to the grass. If he did that, he'd cramp himself. He shivered lightly, pressing his wings against his sides to trap the heat his exertion created. Then...he began laughing. Hoarse at first, it quickly grew into a wild, joyful laugh, and with newfound energy he sprang up and bucked, slender legs lashing out at nothing before he hit the ground and pranced in a circle...then unceremoniously plopped down onto his side with a sigh. "I...am out of shape." He groaned, stretching his neck out on the ground, gold eyes focusing on a single, stubborn burr-plant. Slowly he blinked, then glanced at himself. In his carelessness, he laid down directly onto the burr-plants, and through some miracle had avoided getting pricked. Getting up... that was different. Shit. Bucephalus closed his eyes, then jerked himself up and bucked, the dozens of little, sharp pains against his hide angering him, and he made sure to stamp every burr to it's demise before he settled and pulled the burrs from his coat, muttering under his breath at his own stupidity and the cruel deity that created the little bastards in the first place. @[Dröm] Bucephalus
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Table by Tamme<3
Feel free to tag Buce in all posts; permission is given for force against him provided it doesn't kill or permanently maim him(ask about the latter)
