SnitchSeeker.com - View Single Post

SlytherinSistah · 06-06-2014, 12:52 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Deezerz

She was FINALLY going to have the honor of riding a winged horse. Her dad never let her because it was too dangerous, less a Granian, who were SUPER fast. PFFFT, Daddy. She was ready! More than ready. She hoped Cutty and Marisol were too.

Working the reins, leaning forward, a grin stretched her lips. "You want faster?" she called back. "You better hold on tight then, Mordaunt!" That was pretty much it that was said before Beverly URGED the Granian to move faster. Run you beautiful beast, RUN.

And with the jolt of Beverly's speeding up, Cutty sat back and let the icey wind hit his face and muss his hair. He was going to look like a bird when they were done , but the thought was furthest from his mind. The excitement of gaining speed soothed that savage little beast and his mind drifted into a day dream.

Text Cut: Cutty's Crazy Daydream Fantasy

A chunk of snow from the snowball was tossed into his face and jolted him awake. "Bluugh!" He said looking a bit surprised as he had assumed Marisol would handle most of the work. "Incendio!" He said shooting fire at the next snowball heading their way and causing it to drip until a small splash was all that hit him. Their own speed matched with that of the flying snowballs, made the impact greater and the reaction time smaller. Best be on the lookout.

06-06-2014, 12:52 AM	#313 (permalink)
SlytherinSistah DoM Ramora Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Merlin Foresaken PST Posts: 5,432 x9 x3	Team: Marisol, Beverly & Cutty, Post 2 C.R.E.A.M \| Haitian Sensation \| Shark Patronus \| Your Huckleberry \| T's ClayBaby Quote: Originally Posted by Deezerz She was FINALLY going to have the honor of riding a winged horse. Her dad never let her because it was too dangerous, less a Granian, who were SUPER fast. PFFFT, Daddy. She was ready! More than ready. She hoped Cutty and Marisol were too. Working the reins, leaning forward, a grin stretched her lips. "You want faster?" she called back. "You better hold on tight then, Mordaunt!" That was pretty much it that was said before Beverly URGED the Granian to move faster. Run you beautiful beast, RUN. And with the jolt of Beverly's speeding up, Cutty sat back and let the icey wind hit his face and muss his hair. He was going to look like a bird when they were done , but the thought was furthest from his mind. The excitement of gaining speed soothed that savage little beast and his mind drifted into a day dream. Text Cut: Cutty's Crazy Daydream Fantasy It was years later, and Bev was showing him her expensive, extensive & demi-legal (in some cases) collection of racing brooms. "This one I got from France. The maker's daughter actually had to use a pensive to retrieve her father's methods." "And this one was on loan at first, but when I found out the owner was embezzling he actually let us keep it." "That's amazing!" "I know!....Do you want to ride one, Cutty?" "You know I do, Bev." The next thing Cutty knew he was soaring overhead and through the clouds having gained altitude at a nose-bleed speed. A reckless flyer in reality, Cutty was looping and zig-zagging all about until... A chunk of snow from the snowball was tossed into his face and jolted him awake. "Bluugh!" He said looking a bit surprised as he had assumed Marisol would handle most of the work. "*Incendio!*" He said shooting fire at the next snowball heading their way and causing it to drip until a small splash was all that hit him. Their own speed matched with that of the flying snowballs, made the impact greater and the reaction time smaller. Best be on the lookout. __________________