race me! race me!

*Mortis* · (This post was last modified: 07-28-2020, 05:01 PM by Mortis.)

He didn’t know who she was, but her welcoming, breathless laugh only boosted his own grin. His wings made soft snapping noises as the wind caught them, and he wondered, as he occasionally did, what it would feel like if he could really fly. With paws churning sand, and swallowing the distance, he imagined it would feel something like this.

“Eat. My. Dust!” he panted back, throwing on another burst of speed as she gave them a direction, an end point for their impromptu race. He tucked in his wings, letting them snap violently against his side, and held them there. He pushed his head forward, making himself slender and lithe against the wind. His legs burned, his side heaved, but by gods, did he feel free.

As the tree neared, he felt his lead slipping, she was going to over take him. He lowered his head even more. Tunnel vision… tunnel vision. He cared for nothing else but the tree. He tore past it with another, breathless, woop! And tossed his head back, a howl on his lips. He had won, he had won!

"Mortis"

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