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07-02-2012, 02:15 PM
Posting as madmask, I forgot their account password D: will repost this with their account once I get it...
Four orange eyes looked out across the plains as a young, painted boy streaked past. Heads turned, a brief glimpse of a white heart as their noses touched and chests moved. They grinned and as one broke into a sprint. Aaron was young still, his legs shorter and muscles thinner than they would grow to be, but even now he was flying. Flying as fast as a swollen goose, perhaps. Swiftly behind him fire and shadow followed, more akin to harrying crows or obtrusive jays. Their sisters though, they were the elegant and quick-winged hawks. They could never quite beat them in a race, just as Aaron wouldn't be beating much of anyone on the track. The boy was trying, but he was directionless. They would push him in the right direction. As Aaron began to slow the brothers reached out their muzzles and shoved at the yearling's rump, intending to bump him forward as Madyrn diverged to his left and Maskan to his right, dancing away from any stray hooves Aaron might throw, though it was unlikely if he was gathering his balance still. The duo pivoted on their forehand as they moved, haunches whirling behind them so that they met side by side once more, in front of and now facing Aaron head on. Triumphant in their skills their heads lifted in unison, the pale heart flashing quickly again before breaking as they moved like smoke and flame, shadow and dusk. The wind of their race harrased the already tangled manes, throwing it scattered over their nape. "You'll never be the fleetest on hooves as big as yours," Maskan noted plainly. He did not mean to be cruel, only truthful. "And you're too fat," Madyrn broke in, following not even a moment of silence after Maskan's words. Orange eyes regarded eachother, nips firing out between the brothers, bodies breaking apart and melding back together after a series of flashy steps, their energies tumultuous into each other after that invigorating stretch. "We mean to say""Focus on your power""and your endurance""not your speed." |
Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
