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09-21-2012, 04:57 PM
It was not long before the Fields and their gray-scale rings were left behind them, opening up instead to display the Threshold's still-sparse forests and scorched stretches beneath himself and his fellow racers. The hybrid snorted softly, recognizing the darker smudge beyond and further south that was Forest and home. But there were nearer things to pay attention to, such as the purple ring that marked the beginning of a new set of rings to dodge through, suspended so close.
Broad wings beat a steady tempo as he approached, then drew in as he passed through. His head tilted somewhat to the side as he sensed a shift in temperature on the skin of his tail-tip, and he snorted again when he glimpsed the silvery gryphon behind him. So she was close enough that he could feel that circle of cold air that always clung to her and the space around her. He hadn't realized she was participating in the race, and supposed the mass of gathered racers earlier had masked her from view.
Forward went his gaze again, in time to adjust his flight to pass cleanly through the second purpled ring. So many flew ahead, separating himself from victory still. It was they he focused on now. The nearest pegasi were unfamiliar to him, and he supposed them members of the Throat. He was unsurprised to absently note their smaller size, and mused in the back of his mind about the one he'd glimpsed before the race begun. The one who stood nearly as tall as he, and had flung himself into the air well before the hybrid had dared to.
Broad wings beat a steady tempo as he approached, then drew in as he passed through. His head tilted somewhat to the side as he sensed a shift in temperature on the skin of his tail-tip, and he snorted again when he glimpsed the silvery gryphon behind him. So she was close enough that he could feel that circle of cold air that always clung to her and the space around her. He hadn't realized she was participating in the race, and supposed the mass of gathered racers earlier had masked her from view.
Forward went his gaze again, in time to adjust his flight to pass cleanly through the second purpled ring. So many flew ahead, separating himself from victory still. It was they he focused on now. The nearest pegasi were unfamiliar to him, and he supposed them members of the Throat. He was unsurprised to absently note their smaller size, and mused in the back of his mind about the one he'd glimpsed before the race begun. The one who stood nearly as tall as he, and had flung himself into the air well before the hybrid had dared to.
