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you and I, we dance until we die
crazy, sexy, wild, we just wanna let it out
Motion, motion, a body in motion... Inertia... What?
What am I thinking about that for? It's so random, it just might work. And, yet, you almost think that this should be one of those times where I should be able to just let go, let it all go and think a little less. But I can't help it, my mind's always going somewhere. Always. Even when I'm trying so hard to make it seem otherwise.
The scent changed somehow, and I don't quite understand what it is that's sticking itself to the roof of my nostrils. I can't quite understand it while my muscles are screaming at me and trying to mess up any concentration on anything and anybody around me but the trees I have to dodge to get around safely. So... slow down? The gentle ache of active lung muscles is giving me mixed signals of "keep moving" and "no, slow yourself and figure out what the heck's caught your attentions."
Slowing down. It's going to burn, but I'll handle it. Winded? Me? You jest!
Taking a deeper breath, it's only now that I can recognize it as another lupine, and my eyes are drawn, curiosity firing up as it always does when I wonder about someone or something. And I also got a sudden idea. He seems to be a few yards back yet... whoever he is... maybe if I force a rather speedy sprint, that'll be a good challenge for my muscles? I love doing that, you realize. Challenging myself in what seems like tiny ways. They make it easier when it comes to the "bigger" challenges, and they satisfy another one of my little quirks. Even if only for a moment or two while I let a challenge affect me.
So, sprint I do. Stumbling just once near the beginning. I'm good, I'm fine, I promise. Fast starts aren't always the easiest, though, you know?
Stopping rather close, allowing my tail to wag just a little (just up, down to the left, up, down to the right, sort of like an internal dance form or something), my ice blues blink innocently. Innocent. Hah. Am I? Well, if anybody is, I guess. Though, it really depends on your definition of the term, doesn't it? I am certainly curious, though.
"Hello."
One ear flicking slightly, indicating a lingering need to move, to let every muscle breathe in life until it couldn't stand it, call it that I'm just waiting. My own breath is of course coming a little fast.
Winded? Who, me?
I feel the heat like a fire
bring it closer to me
s e n s e . t h e . i l l u s i o n
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