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09-14-2012, 07:56 PM
Excitement trilled through the blue marked gelding as he lined up alongside the fellow winged horses. Salka had often held festivals and competitions, the society more entrenched in arts of all variety, while as these lands had thus far been dull and war-like. Unlike the normal reminiscing of Salka which brough a great sadness to him, Jaydan could only feel joy as he anticipated this day.
He'd been working hard to practice turns in the folds of the Dragon's Throat and pushing his endurance to even greater lengths. The blue jay horse was definitely of a competitive nature, particularly when it came to fun games among friends. He would be sure not to lose! Now as he stood in preparation he stretched his limbs and flexed his wings, body dancing on his hooves which felt light as air. Barely able to contain himself the race began in a flurry. Wings and feathers rolled around him like a tidal wave, he among them as haunches shoved and forelimbs climbed. Higher and higher they all poured into the sky, some proving faster than others, but it would be one's heart that would determine a winner. Leaving behind the sweet grasses of the fields Jaydan shot through a cloud and into the first loop of rings.  |
