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08-11-2014, 12:27 AM
she's got a pretty face,.
but no heart to match
More bodies, eager to participate in the running, join with her, stumbling across the roots that she finds difficult when maneuvering her small hooves over. Her stumble is followed by many others who face the same fate.Some fade away, dropping their numbers as they become scratched away. Some still stand, the Grulla male who she is sure rose the roots is still within. He falls behind her as she surges onward. Spirits rise, becoming more playful in her task. A thin smile spreads across her features as blue eyes bare amusement. Previous feelings are replaced by the sound of her thoughts telling her she's done well.
Before her, the small numbers setting the pace are skidding, clouds rising in front of their eyes. Cera's words are still fresh to her mind, every word that he passed onto her with the unique feeling of flight burning her fear.
Leaping forward as they halt in fear, she has every bit of faith in her invisible wings that she can fly, that the clouds can hold her weight when it is placed beneath, carrying the strain of her trust. The cushioning feeling that strikes the frog of her hooves is odd at first, but she lunges forward for the next, a light, feminine laugh bursts from her vocal cords.
So this is what flying feels like.
"Hurry up!" She yells, laughter still spraying from her with her trust gathered within her hooves while her body jumps, soars, fucking flies to the next cloud. The next ring seems closer this time, with the wind stronger in her locks and proading her watering sights.
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
