Running is the answer.
Ace pulled his hand from a single pocket to wave at a blonde with an attractive heart shaped face. She was close enough to shout to, and he asked, "When I win, will you give me a kiss?" The wave turned to a blown kiss and an accompanied wink as they began the countdown for the race. He didn't immediately move, running an unhurried hand through his hair as he grinned at the pretty lady.
It wasn't until they got to '3' that Ace let his body shift. His arms and legs lengthened, sprouting hooves that stamped impatiently into the stones. He threw his head, black mane flipping over his neck to show off the glistening black horn that stood at his head. The unicorn form was so dark that it looked like a specter in the night, an omen of death amongst the racers. Some flinched away as he reared back, launching from the start line the moment the horn was blasted.
Like a shadow in the moonlight, he took off across the path. Only the sound of his hooves striking the rocks gave any indication that he was more than a trick of the light. Competitors faded behind him as he gave into the thrill of the run, weaving between holes that told of miserable, cold deaths. A spray on his left misted his face, but he didn't stop, legs and heart pumping to their limits. He was unstoppable and free, wind whipping past like he was flying through the clouds.
No one could touch him.
Ace ran and ran and ran, barely hearing the screams that mixed with animal cries behind him. They were too slow, unworthy of his attention. No. The only thing he focused on was the finish line as he approached the end of the lap. He could already taste the victory. The only other racer in sight lingered a few feet behind him, the lanky blonde than now ran as a cheetah; but even she couldn't reach him tonight. He was like a rushing breeze, snatching up the ground before him.
The crowd parted to let him through to the stone marker, but he didn't slow for any stragglers. He plowed through at breakneck speed. Cheers carried him as he leaped over the line, black pelt catching a ray of moonlight before he landed to secure the win. He allowed a few more feet to relish in that momentum that separated him from the world, basking in the glory and adrenaline that filled every fiber of his being better than any drug he'd tried. Nothing could compare.
Slowing to a trot, he looped back around with a huffing breath. Even in his equine form, a cocky grin was spread across his face, tail flicking as he accepted congratulations and pats of revelry against his flank. His head swung to find the blonde woman he'd spotted before the race. She'd be the lucky lady tonight.
When he finally caught sight of her amongst the crowd, Ace clopped over, only shifting back when he stood before her. His eyebrow raised in the same way his lips curved up, lopsided and flirty. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he leaned forward expectantly. "So?" He'd accept his kiss whenever she was ready.
It wasn't until they got to '3' that Ace let his body shift. His arms and legs lengthened, sprouting hooves that stamped impatiently into the stones. He threw his head, black mane flipping over his neck to show off the glistening black horn that stood at his head. The unicorn form was so dark that it looked like a specter in the night, an omen of death amongst the racers. Some flinched away as he reared back, launching from the start line the moment the horn was blasted.
Like a shadow in the moonlight, he took off across the path. Only the sound of his hooves striking the rocks gave any indication that he was more than a trick of the light. Competitors faded behind him as he gave into the thrill of the run, weaving between holes that told of miserable, cold deaths. A spray on his left misted his face, but he didn't stop, legs and heart pumping to their limits. He was unstoppable and free, wind whipping past like he was flying through the clouds.
No one could touch him.
Ace ran and ran and ran, barely hearing the screams that mixed with animal cries behind him. They were too slow, unworthy of his attention. No. The only thing he focused on was the finish line as he approached the end of the lap. He could already taste the victory. The only other racer in sight lingered a few feet behind him, the lanky blonde than now ran as a cheetah; but even she couldn't reach him tonight. He was like a rushing breeze, snatching up the ground before him.
The crowd parted to let him through to the stone marker, but he didn't slow for any stragglers. He plowed through at breakneck speed. Cheers carried him as he leaped over the line, black pelt catching a ray of moonlight before he landed to secure the win. He allowed a few more feet to relish in that momentum that separated him from the world, basking in the glory and adrenaline that filled every fiber of his being better than any drug he'd tried. Nothing could compare.
Slowing to a trot, he looped back around with a huffing breath. Even in his equine form, a cocky grin was spread across his face, tail flicking as he accepted congratulations and pats of revelry against his flank. His head swung to find the blonde woman he'd spotted before the race. She'd be the lucky lady tonight.
When he finally caught sight of her amongst the crowd, Ace clopped over, only shifting back when he stood before her. His eyebrow raised in the same way his lips curved up, lopsided and flirty. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he leaned forward expectantly. "So?" He'd accept his kiss whenever she was ready.
The question is irrelevant.
Ace
