[open] Running Off the Track

[SaphiraG1rl]

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Her coat reflected the midday sun the way a flashlight gleams on a pool of blood - fleeting and bright before changing as her lithe form shifts, barrel flat and ribs rippling in and out of delicate view as each leg moved forward. Left, right, left, right, the four-beat gait of a walk steady, as if she'd been at this pace long enough to no longer think about it. Which was true. She hadn't rested properly for at least a day, and at this point everything was fuzzy. Her rounded hindquarters dropped to the grassy earth as her hind legs decided they would stop here, forcing her to sit. She didn't seem to care, and merely slumped the rest of the way into laying on her belly, though fully awake. She looked relieved to finally be away from whatever she had come from, though, and gazed at the other nearby horses longingly.

It's hard when you are from a place where you were low, after all.

Ainsley

The race is short but oh so important.