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05-16-2014, 10:56 PM
He was still running, but the colt instinctively kept himself back waiting for the very last second to throw his all into it. He had to get there had to take the pretty blue thing back to his mother. His young heart flipped sadly at the brief flash of a thought that he wouldn't make it first. No he wanted to scream in protest of the terrible thoughts. The colt finally found a good steady stride and was moving closer to the heard, but still far enough to the side that he wasn't running in pits and he could breath clean air. Suddenly the ground began to tremble under his sharp foal hooves. The shaking made the poor colt stumble, but he threw his forever long legs under his slim body and kept his footing. The ground before him suddenly split apart leaving a very large gap. Determination spread through his buckskin and teal body like a flash flood as he neared the gap. He briefly wished he could fly, as he gathered his hindquarters preparing to leap. Once he was sure he was close enough he pushed off of the sandy ground. Fear brushed his heart for a moment while he flew through the air. As the ground nears his teal legs slide out from under his body. He flipped through the air twice before landing lightly on the warm sand. Even as he hit Ilios was pulling himself together and running again. His hooves pounding at the ground as he threw himself into high gear, running all out. He wished his mother was there to get the egg for him, or to at least distract the other racers some how. Instead he pushed his legs out as far and as fast as he could stretching his body out hopefully passing everyone ahead of him. "Talking"’Thinking’ Words: 306 Ilios |
