Sorry, Not Sorry [Diable Rouge, any]

[Longclaw]

LONGCLAW

-I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-

So he accepts!

The two are in tandem again, beating a steady tempo into the sands as they fly alongside each other. This time, though, they’re not in the battlegrounds and Longclaw certainly hasn’t agreed to put away his traits for the benefit of the older stallion. He dives ahead, plunges into the pace of their competition and smiles wickedly when, all of a sudden, he’s pushed himself closer to the bigger brute. It takes only one motion for him to jerk a blue-colored shoulder into his opponent, to slam the weight of his smaller frame against Diable in an attempt to knock him off balance before switching leads to jerk away again.

A pleasant nudge, of sorts, one he knows Diable can easily brush off - but he wants his peer to know, “There’ll be tricks ahead, so bring your A-game…”

Down the shoreline they plummet, Pegasi without wings yet they seem only a blur of color to any who might happen to glance at them passing. “You think you have a chance, old dog?! Longclaw shouts, eager to boast and following the prick with raucous, bellowing laugh. “Try this!” He yelps, turning to look ahead once more as a low wall of blue-white flame springs up from the sands.

It’s meters ahead; they have plenty of time to plan a jump and Longclaw has no intentions of purposefully hurting his newfound comrade, but there’s also no avoiding it if Diable wants to stay in the running. They’ll both have to leap and besides: where’s the fun in a normal race?

@[Diable Rouge] I'm winging it, so if you want anything changed just let me know!!