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09-14-2012, 03:48 PM
Leander's golden frame shined as it ascended up into the sky. The grassy field slipped farther and farther away from his feathered limbs. A sheet of blue and white lay before him, dotted with objectives in the form of rings. The tawny stallion was fairly new to Helovia still, and he knew that winning would be essential to getting ahead in this strange world. Despite the myriad of thoughts that plagued his mind, the competition was top priority for now. Varied draft lineage made his muscled form sometimes harder to maneuver, but the massive breadth of his wings also proved to propel him forward with great force. With careful skill, the brute made his way through the first dark rings. The birds holding them seemed to know their purpose well, but he still took good measure to avoid brushing the circles. Once the routine began, Leander increased his speed and swept more briskly through the course. The floating rings gradually lightened as he passed through them, though they were only brief flashes of silver in the stallion's ivory ringed eyes. Haunting thoughts of the ebon Unicorn girl were pushed away by the thrill of the game, and once more a light-hearted look found his face .  |
