[To her, it is as natural as breathing, as existing. But she supposed that if she were suddenly to find herself on two legs, that she would stumble and struggle, her entire sense of body, balance, and weight thrown off by the shift. So she is mindful, she is, bordering up to but definitively not crossing the line to pity, clipping her stride until he finds his, but once he does-
Once he does, she tightens her hold on his hand and urges him to race her and leave the shade of his world behind. She has things she's ready to temporarily leave behind as well.
How long has it been since she has run beside someone who could keep up? Not just that, no, but hearing the sound of multiple hoofbeats churning dirt and grass beneath them as the scenery around them blurs? The wind whips through her long mane and tail, creating ribbons of ebony streaming out behind her as powerful muscles bunch and release, long legs making short work of furlong after furlong, mile after mile. Eventually sweat begins to froth along her flanks and her barrel-chest lungs do begin to labor, but she is a field jinba with stamina, and she carries on as the fields become meadows, as the meadows become forest paths, her hand never breaking from his and reveling in the double heartbeat she can feel pulsing in their hold, guiding further (farther away)-
Until they finally come upon the place she has intended for them. Somewhere secret and private that she has come to frequent since she began primarily living on Alenroux, a clearing in the shade of the woods where a river became a waterfall into a crystalline, moss-lined pool. As they approach she begins to slow their pace from the dead gallop back to canter, to trot... and only then does she let go of his hand, prancing around the transformed god of war with her tail high and her fetlocks kicking, an expression on her face that isn't quite a smile, but almost... almost could be, buoyed by the wind and the fleeting sense of freedom that their run had provided.
She reaches for his hands again- this time, to try and draw him from the earth into the water.]
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Once he does, she tightens her hold on his hand and urges him to race her and leave the shade of his world behind. She has things she's ready to temporarily leave behind as well.
How long has it been since she has run beside someone who could keep up? Not just that, no, but hearing the sound of multiple hoofbeats churning dirt and grass beneath them as the scenery around them blurs? The wind whips through her long mane and tail, creating ribbons of ebony streaming out behind her as powerful muscles bunch and release, long legs making short work of furlong after furlong, mile after mile. Eventually sweat begins to froth along her flanks and her barrel-chest lungs do begin to labor, but she is a field jinba with stamina, and she carries on as the fields become meadows, as the meadows become forest paths, her hand never breaking from his and reveling in the double heartbeat she can feel pulsing in their hold, guiding further (farther away)-
Until they finally come upon the place she has intended for them. Somewhere secret and private that she has come to frequent since she began primarily living on Alenroux, a clearing in the shade of the woods where a river became a waterfall into a crystalline, moss-lined pool. As they approach she begins to slow their pace from the dead gallop back to canter, to trot... and only then does she let go of his hand, prancing around the transformed god of war with her tail high and her fetlocks kicking, an expression on her face that isn't quite a smile, but almost... almost could be, buoyed by the wind and the fleeting sense of freedom that their run had provided.
She reaches for his hands again- this time, to try and draw him from the earth into the water.]