The Floodlands Don't get hot and flustered

His lungs pumped hearty and full as he flung himself over different obstacles as if it were he who chased the other through the thick thicket which he seemingly sprouted wings and flew throughout. His mind had gone blank for once, free of the coils and cogs he had kept oiled and ready for whatever victim of his manipulation needed to hear or feel. He was in bliss, and enjoyed this absence so well that he had completely lost himself in the run. The Odolf was high on this type of life. Corra had completely vanished from his lst, a pearlene haze that drifted and blew free as a single exhale would have, his own ovory and gold chest bursting through the plume with no second thought.