Turning into a goat had been one of the weirdest things he would likely ever experience but the grey began to accept it all in stride. Many things were beyond their control it was just a matter of adapting to each situation the best you could and trying to make the best of it. His positive outlook on the whole situation seemed to help his progress as he somehow managed to zip past a couple of the other contestants who had fallen or gotten caught up in the pack. The creature in which he had morphed into seemed to carry its instinctual traits allowing him to reach places that before he would never have dreamed of. Cloven hooves gripped into the dirt easily and managed to land appropriately on the rocks without fail as he hopped along strangely enough he was starting to actually enjoy the activity.

Daring only once to look back to the few behind him the fire was enough to propel him forward with more purpose as he had no plans of becoming roasted again. Leaping to some of the higher rocks was a little bit of a challenge but the agile stocky body of this goat handled it well hopefully pushing him ahead of a couple more contestants. Eyes gazed upwards as a white powder began to fall all around catching his interest as its sweet aroma filled the air. Sweet snow? No it wasn't cold... Flicking his tongue to lick at the powder accumulating upon his short snout delight filled his little goat brain. Sugar!! This was more like it!! Pausing momentarily to shake the accumulation from his shaggy hair he clued into the other objects moving up ahead. Shit rockslide and fire?! Twisting his body around to narrowly avoid the first of many rocks he lept forward trying to get to higher ground as fast as possible. Lowering his head so that the massive horns upon his head were forward he continued along trying to knock the falling boulders aside when he couldn't avoid the odd one. The first attempt temporarily stunned him as the force but he was amazed that his head didn't actually hurt as much as he would have thought. Goats apparently had really hard heads!!

Grinning to himself as his tongue flicked around collecting sugar from his nose an idea began to form. As the next rock came barreling towards him he paced himself angling his horns to catch the rock between them so he could toss it over the edge letting it become the problem of those who were behind him. Spotting the second ring ahead excitement bubbled up inside him in sheer delight unless it was the sugar making his muscles twitch in excess energy, either was a possibility.



Summary: Ciceron tries to avoid the falling objects the best he can by dodging them as they come. Figures out that the sugar is delicious and develops an idea to slow others behind him. Using his large horns (characteristic to his goat breed) he tries to toss the oncoming boulders over the edge and into the path of others below him.


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