Right Foot, Left Foot, Repeat ]Open[

[Myssi]

It was a pattern. A simple way of alternating feet to provide motion to a still object and get it rolling down the field, to be so in sync and line with the sphere that you could move fluidly across the grass with it like a well-oiled machine. To be one with the ball, with the game. The racing adrenaline in your veins of approaching the goal, knowing the goalie is there to face you. He is your last obstacle. This could be the fine line they talk about, that last shot, the one meager chance you have at winning.

Nikki's red ponytail arched up as her sinewy body lifted to deliever a hard kick to the soccer ball, making it fly solidly into the goal. He blank hazel eyes watched it tiredly. She had come here to relieve her emotions. The sadness of letting go of Merlin for her younger brother, and getting Sin in return. The palomino was a nightmare to ride. He built character, yes, but building character was not an easy activity. Her arms ached, her body screamed for rest, and her mental shields were starting to fail. And there was only so much her other animals could do.

The nineteen year old made her way to the goal and dragged to ball from the netting with a cleated foot. She was the only player on the field, and, surprisingly, she was actually craving some company. Someone to talk to, a friend.

Words;; 256
Wearing;; Clothes
Notes;; Meh. Had some muse.
Credit;; Miseryschyld of Caution 2.0.
Dun steal or Rumbleroar will eat you.

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