PEGASUS :: Flying Race, Round One

PEGASUS :: Flying Race, Round One

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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 15.1 :: 8

Whit

#12

09-16-2012, 11:12 PM

Athletics. It was what the stallion thrived on. He was a warrior, a General even, training his body was what had allowed him to survive, what would ensure he continued surviving.

But this wasn't about surviving, or warfare. This was about games. A place to prove his athletic excellence, to pit himself against all others with wings (for it appeared the race was not limited to pegasi, but rather open to any who could fly), and truly test his abilities.

A piaffe of spanish lipizzan quality was performed by the charred stallion, who was itching to begin this race. Wings were lifted from his sides, warmed up and ready for flight, waiting for the starting bell that would give him reason to leap from the edge of the Heavenly Fields and begin the journey south through the rings held by magic above.

Suddenly, it all happened, and in a flurry of feathers and hooves, he was off. Broad wings were built to move with less agility than that of other, smaller winged beings, but over the longer distance the ease at which air was cushioned beneath him would give him the advantage - he hoped. Enormous flaps propelled him into the air, a cry of joy was sounded as he angled himself for the first ring.

Being careful to tuck his legs near his barrel, and fold his wings so that he essentially 'dived' through the ring, he pushed onwards, paying heed to others around him if only to ensure they did no impede his path and he they.