Moonspear All my pictures seem to fade to black and white

Long, Lean body woke up as the morning sun began to peek over the horizon. He fastened his pouch around his throat and then with quickening steps and a sluggish brain he began to trot, and then lope and all too soon he was running. Veering through the pine trees, pebbles bouncing beneath his feet. 

It was nice to add wings to your feet and just run. Slowly his muscles eased and his body loosened and the soft puffs of air that came from his mouth were even and practiced. He had always ran. It was something to keep his mind quiet. And it was freeing. He longed to climb the mountain, to press against the sharp jagged rocks and be mere seconds away from falling, but he didn't. Even he an adrenaline junkie knew when a mountain was too treacherous to play.

Calmly he slowed. His body easing into a disjointed, then graceful walk. Green eyes tracing the steps of the moonspear, the tall trees and the skyline. He stood letting the sun caress his face.