those short days and long nights.

Barrett · 08-18-2011, 09:37 PM

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O hai I reply out of order now. -Only has enough time to reply to either one longer thread or two shorter ones, and is opting for the latter.- xD Feel free to powerplay them wrastling or something when he catches him XDXD

Above all else, he was Maserati's son. Yes, he loved his father and held Anselm on some crooked sort of pedestal, but in body and spirit, he took after her most. His lithe, carefree mother. And ah; she was named Maserati for a reason. Her speed was nearly unprecedented, and Barry had leached off of those genetics heavily. Still, he was unpractised and Ezekiel was smaller. The dark hybrid would give the blond a run for his money, but in a full blown marathon, the wolf would easily be overtaken. Maybe, he mused, with the Aquila's company he could finally find motivation to restart his old training routines—it would do him some good, and now he felt like he had all the time in the world.

For now he used his head start to his advantage and wove through the forest haphazardly, leaping fallen logs and ducking under low-hanging boughs. He flew down a small stream, toes splayed widely to grasp the slippery rocks beneath the surface and jaws snapping at the cool, refreshing water that flew up around his feet. It alleviated the dryness that grew in his throat from the exertion, and if he was lucky, his antics might throw Zeke off (at least a little). It was darker in the dense undergrowth and his mottled coat allowed him to blend seamlessly into the shadows. It was probably futile, but he sprang off into a thicket and ducked down low, lying in wait to pounce on his unsuspecting (or not) companion.

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