She is getting closer... Closer.... Others fly forward and some fall back, figures rising from the dust become almost recognizable, but they soon fade away as others weave and push just as she had to try and get ahead of all the others. But all she can think of now that is she is coser is how divine it would be to have such a beautiful prize, something she could be proud of. Something she wouldn't have to shame herself for... Something that she could love endlessly, and it wouldn't matter if they egg stayed an egg or turned into something more magnificent, cause she would finally have something to be thankful for. As of now, she had nothing to live for (or so she thought...), nothing to keep her going. But something that was valuable enough to make all these other equines risk their lives for it, pushing themselves to their limits, it had to be worth something, right? Her steps trembled with excitement, her strides so strung out and large that when they gathered under her belly, her front and hind hooves nearly touched. The wind changed, then the shaking. The footing was being lost. The earth was splitting. Something beyond all of these souls, beyond the powers that any of them may posses, was making this happen. The egg was important, so important that a force stronger than all of them was doing it's best to rule out the rightful winner.
Her twisted smirk appeared on her maw. The only thing she could think to do was to jump. Her quick thinking skills aided her; quickly, she bunched her hind muscles, not stopping, but lengthening her stride a couple times before she reached the crack that was slowly widening. She didn't dare to look down, but instead gave a tremendous leap, tucking her knees close to her chest and squinting her eyes, pinning her harks and bunching her hind legs at her hocks. When she had let off, the footing had been shaky, almost giving way under her weight it seemed; but she had to remind herself to keep calm, put her faith in the Gods hands, and only hope all would be well. She reached for the other side of the ditch, not sure if she would land effortlessly, or fall to her possible death... But surprisingly, she was thrilled rather than fearsome. The experience had tested her limits to a point in which she never knew she could push herself. This made her senses more keen, herself even more clever than she already was. The extreme concentration had made her brain tired, fried, but maybe it would all be worth it in the end... Maybe she would get a prize.
But she didn't care to get her hopes up. Disappointment was a feeling that knocked at her door much too often, and she didn't want another one of those horrid situations again (like when those sales people knock on your door, and you just kind of nod awkwardly... Yeah, like that. Not very enjoyable. Everyone could do without those annoying sales people, right?). Why should I expect so much out of myself when there is a possiblity that I won't even win? She still hung in the air, time seemed slow as her collected bodice flew through the air with percision. She concentrating on the landing before her, a stable area of sands that hadn't cracked or caved in yet, just four feet from the other side of the ditch.
Oh fuck, what if I don't make it?
But her hooves collide with ground, far from where she had suspected to land, nearly five feet from the edge. But she wasted no time recovering from the landing that was a bit messy, hitting the ground running, (literally), her first hoof touched the sand, while the other swung forward and began another stride, at full speed, she shot forward, paying no attention to the others. She presses on, the earth still trembling beneath her. It seemed to be heaving with the pounding of hooves, just like her mosaic torso was heaving with every breath and every pump of her heart, which now seemed to be in her throat.
She wanted it so bad, she could die, right there and still be happy with her efforts. The others were of no concern. All that mattered was her, for once Throughout all this, the shaky earth only gave her more hope. Maybe this was a sign, maybe it wasn't. But frankly, She didn't care about the negative View, all that mattered was that She was trying, hard, and it was a possibility She could win, even if it was slim. There seemed to be just one ahead of her, and others beside her. Her hopes soared. Concentrate... Come on... The earth shuddered beneath her, But She ignored the lack of foot hold and ran.
Her sides shook with every breath just as the earth before her. Her pillars ached, But She was in all her glory. All She could think was Push, Push, run, so That's what She did. She leaped over areas She thought were unstable, But they weren't full on jumps that could possibly slow her with prepping and landing, only little skips between strides. She never hesitated. Never stopped.
They were coming closer, closer, But the child still hadn't ran at her fullest potential, She had refrained from going all out, in the case that She would fall behind. So with another step, She pushed off her hind legs and strung out her bodice, eating up the ground at amazing speeds. The energy She had saved may come in handy, may not, But the change in speed was obvious. She lurch forward, extended her neck But tucking her nose slightly, her hooves wildly pounding at the sand. 0 to 200, She pushed on, flying forward with long, calculated strides. She squinted her pools, sand flying back at her, But it nothing could stop her.
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I didn't know if we play them out landing the jump and all, so I just put that in there.
If we aren't supposed to, please disregard that moment in this post.
Thanks (:
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ABISHIA
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