09-24-2009, 02:00 PM
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His feathered mane flew behind him as he and his horse moved forward; first abruptly and strangely, but then with a steady rhythm. Other riders were ahead of him, and some at his side - some slacked behind. He didn't pay attention to who they were, but kept his hands on the reins. He had ridden many horses in his life, and this young mare was certainly capable of keeping the pace that was needed in this situation. His light body was no burden for her, and he bent forward, feeling the air ruffle even the shortest of hairs in his face as it shot past him. Whiskers moved with the currents on the sides of his face, and he was silent - concentrated. The gaze of the Kalona was fixed ahead, and his signals to the horse made certain she knew exactly where to go, and what to do. Her strong legs moved underneath him and his primitive saddle, so strong was she that it felt as if he flew forward, without weight. Adrenaline drummed his ears and he could feel a warmth growing in his chest and arms, despite the static position. Now, he understood the thrill of a race, and determination rose within him - he would win this! He would carry home this innocent victory to his tribe. |