•If You Can Keep Up!?• (Open)

[MudBug]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/fvhikg.jpg] Watch my moves! Read my mind! "Hear my voice!" The sound was so loud, thunderous and raring in Calbrach's ears. The stream of sound, as the wind rushed by his ears, the rhythmic pounding of his heart, the rush of his blood flying through his veins. It was a chorus of mechanisms, all working together to create the incredible feeling of raw harnessed speed. Of course, silence was the only mechanism to outside ears. Sure black paws landed silently on the pine needle floor, carrying Calbrach through the dense forest like a lurking shadow. Golden eyes gleamed as they cut through the trees to spy his ever changing destination. His destination changes with every movement he made. He was only sure of one thing, he would reach five yards ahead, and then five after that, and the five after that. He cared not where his final destination would be, he simply concentrated on placing his feet forward, and the rest of the world didn't matter. Calbrach was a runner, through and through, which only made his occupation as a messenger that much more fitting. He loved the feeling of freedom and control when his legs carried him vast distances, and enjoyed the thought of the workout it would give his lean form. Thinking of his own body alerted him of the signals his legs and lungs were now sending him, it was time to slow down. The rhythm of movement changed gradually, slowing till it was a soft walk. His breathing and beating heart followed, as his blood began to pump at a more relaxed rate. He surveyed his surroundings now, looking skyward at the impenetrable canopy of leaves. Indeed, he had managed to find one of the few pieces in this puzzle of a forest that the trees managed to bare green. Golden eyes panned in circles around the surrounding density. Nothing seemed amiss. The sounds, scents, and a sights of the forest were all as they should be, as far as Calbrach could tell. Still, he had this unnerving sense of a presence. He hated the feeling, especially considering it was most often wrong. But now, right now, it wouldn't let itself be ignored. His expression grew of one who was tired of the same game, and he let out a long low sigh. He was not in the mood to play dodging games today, if it did so happen that he was not alone, so best to put his strange sense to the test and simply call out. "Oi! Anyone there? Let yourself be know, will you? I'm in no mood for a game, today."