10-18-2009, 06:14 PM
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Given the date of this thread I'm just going to break the order completely and post. I hope this is ok! Also, the link in the beginning of the thread, which held the plotted finishing order, is deleted or something. I remember that Dawali was second, though, and that a CdM member was first, so I'm just going to play that out as well as I can without naming anyone. Word Count: 372 The track was round, and Dawali knew they were over halfway. His horse decided on her own speed now, and she was as thrilled and eager to finish with a bang as he. Though he couldn't say much about his own position, he knew a few things: there was one who kept ahead of him, and that he himself was constantly ahead or behind someone else, their positions changing rapidly. One moment his succeeder was ahead of him, the next he had regained his upper hand. Adrenaline gripped his heart and muscles tightly, and the Kalona wielded all his strength to stop himself from crying out with excitement. Instead, he focused all his mind on the finishing line ahead, and on the one who kept at it in the lead. Perhaps, if he could only push Belle... a little further? The horse knew her limits, but she also felt the excitement and challenge in the air. His legs hurt and hers were no doubt in worse shape, but still they pushed on. Belle's four hooves roared on with speed and vigor as the pair, horse and rider, flew forward along the track. Gone from their minds were the dangers they faced at this speed if they should fall; all they saw was the one ahead, ripping their absolute victory away from then. They moved as if one item, movements of the one flowing into the movements of another. The gap between them and the pair ahead sometimes lessened, then increased, then lessened again. They had no way of telling what position they were in, but when they finally thundered past the finish line they could not stop until hundreds of yards ahead. Dawali smiled as he straightened from the position he had kept atop the horse, and now he grinned; he was second across the finish line, but his mood was so lifted and his body in such a rush that he wouldn't have cared if he was last. The male bellowed; a wordless sound of pure excitement, before Belle started trotting him back to the side and back to the finish line on her own accord. His hand reached forward to touch her neck, patting her. Time to collect some prizes! |