Soaring Misty Skies

Soarin gazed over his teammates with a practiced eye, looking for any problems, hindering items, or imperfections. He smiled slightly when he noticed one of the females, Echo, or more known as Fleetfoot, returned from her practice, and blinked over at him, her pale green eyes glazed over slightly as she seemed to study him before smiling in recognition. He nodded back, whispering slightly, "You're late?" He saw her blush, and it reminded him of a similar blush, from long ago, but shook it away. No use getting distracted now. She spoke softly, shrugging, "I wanted to get some extra time in. Nothing big." He simply nodded, lingering on the thought that that was all he did lately. Talking less and less until he was some old pinecone with no voice, just a strong neck. He raised an eyebrow, did pinecones even have necks? Whatever, he shook his head, scattering the thoughts and continuing down the line. He smirked as he came to the end, no imperfections visible. He nodded to the group, -again, the pinecone came to mind,- and they dispersed to their starting positions. He turned around and gazed at the crowd, smiling slightly again, until his gaze whipped to two females that were laughing loudly and messing around. He frowned, and studied them, noting their hair, Flame-themed, and an Icy-streaked, were a bit too familiar for his comfort. His frown deepening, her felt himself cross his arms, and resisted the urge to fly up and demand they behave. He tried to ignore the thought, and his gaze once more swung the the blue-haired one, making his stomach flutter for some reason. It was only when she looked up, showcasing bright aquamarine eyes on that gorgeous, seductively innocent face, and his jaw dropped in surprise.

It couldn't be.

It was impossible! She wouldn't come back here, not knowing he would be here. Soarin's thoughts turned sour as he mentally cursed, once again pushing thoughts aside. He sighed, looking back up and blinking as she waved at him, almost knocking him back on his ass with that dazzling smile of hers. He pinched his arm a bit, to ensure he was awake and grinned when he realized her was. He waved back, and his gaze fell to the red-head next the beauty of his nightmares and dreams. She raised an eyebrow, smirking a little, and he chuckled to himself. Good ol' Spitfire. His gaze going back to Misty, he noticed her looking the other way and ran his gaze down her body, over her ample chest, delicately dipped waist, and sinful flare of her hips that lead down deliciously golden thighs, and he stopped himself there, noting that his gaze caught somewhere it shouldn't. Swallowing and looking the other way, he cursed himself. Great. Not only did he have to do a performance that required extreme concentration and speed, as well as athletic ability and cunning turns, he had to do it all with a now rock-hard boner. He sighed, and gave himself one last glance before walking back to his teammates. It was time to begin the show.

Soarin lined up next to his team, Echo flanking on side, and Thunder Strike on his other. He assumed the starting position and felt his wings open slowly, in unison with the others as the stadium grew silent, waiting, watching their every move. He merely smiled, not betraying a speck of nervousness as he leaned forward in anticipation, his muscles taut as he waited for the starting bell.

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"BRRRRINNNGG!!"

Soarin and his team shot off like rockets, their wings beating furiously against the sky as the flew upward and out, swirling around each other and sometimes even back flipping and spinning over their team members. Soarin sucked in a breath, feeling his wings beat faster as they all changed direction and he pulled ahead of the others. Gritting his teeth, he flexed his arms and flew faster, when he suddenly changed direction and spiraled through the loop of his mates and pulled through the firework display at the end. They all grinned and raced around in a spiraling tornado-like fashion, and then bursting apart as they landed in front of the fans, grinning and waving. Soarin landed smoothly, almost artfully, and chuckled, feeling his wings ache from the effort, and wiped some sweat from his brow, his gaze seeking out a certain blue-haired woman in the crowd and winking at her, which she simply rolled her eyes and smiled at.

Thinking to himself, Soarin mentally patted his own back."Not a bad day, bro. Not a bad day."

Time to hit the showers.