Running. It's one of the things he does best. White and silver paws beat the earth senselessly, jolting him forward in a smooth and easy lope. His heartbeat rose in his chest, beating out the rhythm that his paws followed. Occasionally he would twist his tail one side or the other and shift his bodice quickly and easily in another direction, often doing this only inches away from a tree or other obstacle that might stop him very suddenly. It was a daredevil sort of training tactic, but it was teaching him to pivot on a dime. He didn't know when, but he knew that one day this training would pay off. He picked up his pace, turning his lope into a full on stallion-like gallop. He moved his figure into line with a nearby waterway and quickly closed the distance between he and the watery depths. At the very last possible moment his back legs would flex, thrusting his figure upward and out over the water. He blinked once and landed hard on the other side, his breath hitching in his throat and his eyes rolling from the adrenaline. Some sort of guttural growl ripped from deep in his throat, one of the few sounds he could make without causing himself pain as he slowed his racing bodice to a halt. His sides heaved and his lung lolled out of his mouth as he panted hard, trying to catch his breath.
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