Post by Jess on Jul 11, 2023 9:04:26 GMT -5
Are you ready for me to rock your world~?!
The Slamazon - Cassidy Calaway
What is he, some kinda acrobat…? Steaming down the street as fast as her admittedly Amazonian lower limbs could carry her, Miss Calaway couldn't help but wince at the suggestion that they move a little more in line with the flying crow than the strolling pony even if she knew that it might have been more efficient, and then found herself gaping a little as she watched him vault effortlessly onto a roof like it was no more than a phone book to him.
Hope these folks don't mind losing a few shingles? Certainly not quite as able to comport herself gracefully when in the air, while the blonde had learned enough moves in her youth to wow the crowds with a cross body or even a moonsault as age and musculature had developed she focused more on brute force, and so her path toward the sky seemed a little bit more stunted and awkward, and certainly not helped by the hangover she was suffering either.
“Fffffffff…!” For that reason seeming to curse as she scrambled her way to higher ground with all the elegance of a grizzly bear, the head of our heroine seemed to throb something chronic thanks to the exertion she had undergone, and she couldn't help but to grip her skull and wish that she had time and opportunity to take something to ease such ill inside her.
“My head isn't in the state to be doing this kinda thing!” Perhaps having to thank her luckiest stars afterward that the worst she felt was the throbbing within her dome and wasn't currently hurling the eggs which she had eaten back up as well, all the same she called out to her partner as she skidded and scraped and threw herself forward without a thought to the impact of her voice on the people no doubt enjoying the latter stages of their forty winks beneath, or her footsteps either for that matter.
“How far's the port…?” On task now and hoping that at the very least the potent reserves of athletic ability would help her win out in this race against father time, the blonde shook her head and told herself internally to keep pushing on as she called out to the leader in the hope that their loftier position might have helped them see a bit better where their little spot of intoxication had left them to slumber, and ever more so how far away it was from their destination. Hopefully a mad dash or so more the rooftop before the ship set off, with any luck?
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