Seeing Double, Like Woah
11-01-2014, 11:50 AM
Her lungs begged for respite, but that was all part of the fun. She gasped, panted out, desperate for oxygen even as her head began to swim. Sweet exertion, that which she craved but had been denying herself for so long it now felt criminal. The young girl was so lost in her revelries that she did not notice Valentine's approach until it was far too late. She gasped once more, and it had nothing to do with her blitzkrieg charge up the slope. He was right there, her peripheral vision caught his hulking size, and she turned just in time to see his paw dart outwards. In her haste she would over correct, trying to leap sideways and away from his assault... and tangle up her own paws. With a blazing curse she stumbled, crashed, rolled. Sharp stones dug into her pelt and dirt filled her mouth. It choked her nose, stung her eyes, and filled her mouth with a bitter taste. Over and over she rolled before managing to right herself, head spinning and pounding as if her mind and skull were dancing with one another. Everything ached, but she had lost enough time as it was. Even if she had no hopes of beating the man to the summit, she would have had to hit her head much harder to just give up. With gritted teeth and blurry vision she leaped into her charge once more, wincing with every lunge as a sharp pain flared up her right flank. She could not see Valentine, could not pick his distinct blur out from the landscape that must have surrounded him. |