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08-14-2014, 05:55 PM
She gallops faster as the turtle tells her so. Sweat beads at her coat and falls to the ground. Petals swirl around her form as she moves silently between the petals. The scent of the petals is extremely strong, but the flaxen girl blocks out the scent, pushing on. Her tresses flow behind her, the petals catching in her mane for a moment before fluttering behind her. The gold hoop is just a distant figure, seemingly miles and miles away. The ground feels solid under her non-cloven hooves as she gracefully bounds forward.
The last hoop is a leap and a bound in front of her, yet with the strong winds, it feels like forever away. She pins her ears back, trying to keep the raging wind out of her small ears. It becomes quieter with her ears flat against her neck. She has the ability to focus on the hoop, ignoring the sounds of the other horses. With determination in her eyes, she continues onwards, forgetting about the crazy Lace that runs with her, or the dragon and black stallion, she even forgets about her job to recruit. The thought of herself recruiting even seems to slip mind as she aims herself at the hoop. Oh, how she wishes she could be graced with wings, it would be easy to surge forwards, towards the hoop. Would her large wings even fit through the equines' hoop? Would she have to fold feathered appendages to fit through? She had caught a glimpse of the pegasus race, it she knows she would have been very worried if she had been turned into a platypus and frogs were rained on her.
The last hoop is a leap and a bound in front of her, yet with the strong winds, it feels like forever away. She pins her ears back, trying to keep the raging wind out of her small ears. It becomes quieter with her ears flat against her neck. She has the ability to focus on the hoop, ignoring the sounds of the other horses. With determination in her eyes, she continues onwards, forgetting about the crazy Lace that runs with her, or the dragon and black stallion, she even forgets about her job to recruit. The thought of herself recruiting even seems to slip mind as she aims herself at the hoop. Oh, how she wishes she could be graced with wings, it would be easy to surge forwards, towards the hoop. Would her large wings even fit through the equines' hoop? Would she have to fold feathered appendages to fit through? She had caught a glimpse of the pegasus race, it she knows she would have been very worried if she had been turned into a platypus and frogs were rained on her.
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