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09-22-2014, 12:56 AM
Crisp morning air tasted too sweet, and the world seemed so rested, the golden son could not devour it fast enough. Dancing cloven hooves carried the gold through the fog wrapped world, waiting for his twin to rise and help him see the path enough ahead to truly eat up the land. Waiting so long for plans to form and develop had left the golden with collected energy, and it could no longer be contained. Spanish neck tucked as he moved to flatter grounds, and then at last, the fog broke and over two hundred yards of clear meadow lay before him. Hinds collected, nares took one last long breath, and then he was gone.
Flashing across the flat land of these field, the gold races with the release of a year’s worth of runs. In truth it had been so long since he had run so open and free it truly felt new and sensational. Too long had he spent climbing mountains with their tricky footing, now he could at last forget worries such as those and just run. Nares clawed at the clear morning air, and heart raged inside of him demanding more. It was quenching hunger for more, it drove him, it pushed him. Fore legs pumped up into the space of his chest to only reach out further and longer, hinds propelling them from the solid turf. Trees began to dot the horizon and the freedom was coming to an end.
Curving round the gold slows his terrorizing pace. Now running back the way he came, the gold slowly pulls up his pace till at last he is once again dancing on his hooves at a walk. Muscles burning from the run, are also now feel the limberness of a dancer, so jog the golden son to a small creek to the side of this wide field. Breath calmed, but still when he dips his head to the crystal waters, he gasps at it, like a dying man. When at last the gold was calmer once more, he lifts those twin horns. A pride, powered by adrenaline, and endorphins surges through him and relaxes his form. Even in the sweat, and still heavily sided breathing, the gold was not a bad looker. There certainly were some uglier early risers. Slowly the golden turned from the creek to look back at what the rescinding fog was revealing.
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