Sixteen Candles

Insomnia was tired, but never winded, the woman could run for days, it was in her blood, in her very core. She often ran for miles, for hours. She did so because she enjoyed it. It was every bit of piece of her. She ran because she loved it, she only bolstered it up a notch when she had motivation, Maverick, was proper motivation. The cows surrounding her seemed startled by her presence and her speed, but didn't do much else than moo rather loudly. The dame could not be caught, could not be deterred, until of course a pair of running drumbeats would echo behind her and a voice, fierce and powerful would command her to stop... and stop the dame had. Her entire two toned pelt, skidding out and around as claws tore through the grass and muck like it was nothing but a buffer. Unfortunately for her, and for the rather large male in hot pursuit... she had failed to take numerous things into account. Number one, at such high velocities, it took time to stop and he could not read her mind. Number two, Insomnia was quite smaller than the multi-hued male and thus would stop before him, even if he had been given adequate warning. Number three, the massive, hulking frame of the male would crash right into her.

One moment the dame was starring at the massive hulking frame of the male and the next, she was careening head over heels, sprawling backwards into the dirt. The blue of the sky, the brown of the earth, the blue of the sky, the brown of the earth and then everything conglomerated into a giant mass of colors. Taking all of the above into consideration, it shouldn't have surprised her that the obviously more muscular of the two would thoroughly knock the wind from her lungs and send her scrambling for some sense of ground and equilibrium. A heavy, panting roar would reach her ears even before the colors ceased their swirling and returned to their rightful places. He was towering over her and she was still sprawled across the ground when she finally came too. She would smile up at him though, at least to the best of her ability through her dazed mind.

"Well... I was going to see Maverick!" She spoke with a laugh, shaking her head quite thoroughly to chase the last of the blurriness away. "Oi... apparently lack of oxygen hinders my manners! Forgive me!" She was panting heavily now that the adrenaline was leaving her. "My names Insomnia, you must be Gerhardt! Oh! Maverick has told me so much about you!" She would pause as if her name explained everything, but when she realized the facial expression, nor the rage had not faltered from his maw, her ears would pin and her tail would tuck, her head lowering, a sign of submission. "... I'm assuming Maverick forgot to tell you about me?" This was spoken with much less enthusiasm.