by Yuros on April 9th, 2012, 1:26 am
Thrill, exhilarating... Freedom. This was all that could be used to describe the sensation that the stag felt as he raced across the empty landscape. The chilled win coursed over his fir, setting his nerves alight with fire and energy unlike anything else. No, nothing else could do this, could summon forth such a reaction as the wild and extreme freedom that bore the Stag in his journey now. It mattered not where they were, nor where they were going. All that mattered, was the thud of hoof and whistle of wind.
Mounds of snow passed in a blur of motion, and the heavy pounding of his hooves on the ground lulled the Kelvic into a steady state of mind. Absent thoughts mixed with fleeting fancies, but never did a conscious thought surface to disrupt his rhythm. He was free, cut off from the bounds of traveling with a beast and its rider. Free to run to his fullest, and free to hold the Huntress all to himself.
It was with a feeling of satisfaction that Yuros slowed his charge slightly, turning his antlered head to see the pair long left in the snow, unable to keep up with his thundering pace. With a derisive snort and a shake of his head, he turned his attention back to the matter at hand. Alea clung to him, lighting the spots where she touched with warmth and comfort. He could feel her tensing, holding on desperately. Though she could never know, Yuros made sure that every movement was even and level, allowing for very little sudden turns or motions that might toss her by accident.
The speed would continue for a few minutes more, the Kelvic's obvious delight fueling his muscles with fire unlike anything else. He was free, he was running, and... he was with his bonded. What more could a Kelvic ask for? His pace began to slow, and Yuros fell into a steady trot that was slow enough for Alea to sit up and look around if she wished. WIth a snort he looked back at the Huntress, looking for what she wished for him to do next.