Post by Melodia on Mar 15, 2008 20:41:51 GMT -5
The wind lightly danced on his skin. It was gentle, pathetic, not even strong enough to stir the rows of braids alongside the right side of his head. His pants were destressed jeans, loosely hanging off his waist, and his V-neck shirt was brown and comfortable with the sleeves ripped off. The sky was the color of washed-out blue, almost white without a cloud in sight. Bobby stood alone looking out at it, feeling enveloped by the sky while standing on the cliff. Surrounding him was tough, corse grass and rocks, and at the end particulary placed was a tiny, navy pool of water that he didn't dare go near.
His tongue ran over his lips, his murky blue-gray eyes surveying the scene. And then they closed and he took in a deep breath of fresh air, and he was ready. He steadied himself, placed his right foot behind him, and then started running. The wind this time made his braids whip back and tears almost stream from his eyes. And then suddenly he changed as he ran, hair slicking back into a flowing white mane, his speed accelerating as his form changed into that of a unicorn. No slowing was in his future as the cliff thinned to its end outlooking the ocean. He ran and ran and ran, straight off the cliff and then the horse hung there in almost midair before warping into the emerald-black form that was a dragon, swooping on the air under his wings and then curving back around in the white sky to settle back on the cliff.
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His tongue ran over his lips, his murky blue-gray eyes surveying the scene. And then they closed and he took in a deep breath of fresh air, and he was ready. He steadied himself, placed his right foot behind him, and then started running. The wind this time made his braids whip back and tears almost stream from his eyes. And then suddenly he changed as he ran, hair slicking back into a flowing white mane, his speed accelerating as his form changed into that of a unicorn. No slowing was in his future as the cliff thinned to its end outlooking the ocean. He ran and ran and ran, straight off the cliff and then the horse hung there in almost midair before warping into the emerald-black form that was a dragon, swooping on the air under his wings and then curving back around in the white sky to settle back on the cliff.
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