Jealousy's a bad invention
09-05-2016, 09:00 AM
It was a wonder as to why Vadim would've ever thought he might be able to beat Ramsay on this little race, but at the very suggestion.. there was an obvious flame alight within the boy's vivid eyes as a grin overcame his maw. The grin slowly morphed into one of mischievous intentions, lips pulled into the slyest of expressions as he lowered his chest to the rocky floor beneath them. At first, it appeared to be a bit of a puppyhood play bow, his tail wagging high at the base of his spine and fanning out back over his rump; but like a crack of lightening, his bolt came suddenly and launched him forward as he would attempt to take Ramsay's challenge on by surprise. His eyes narrowed as he focused and kept his head low, concentrating solely on the fluid movements of his legs and the twists and turns of The Marble Wash so that he could prepare for them and keep his momentum going.
Of course, the fat little pup barely stood a chance. He'd already been tired on their route into The Marble Wash and he already felt his muscles crying underneath his weight. With a groan, he pushed himself harder until they'd at least made it out of the grand crevice. Occasionally, he'd glance to the sides of his vision in an attempt to assess how far Ramsay had gotten or if he was beating him already!
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