The dark shadow knew better than to use up all his strength too soon in the Run, so while the sunset beauty tested and toyed with the males by tossing obstacles and jumps into her initial race through the forest, Borosk expended only as much as was needed to skirt around these tricks meant to weed out the weak from the strong. The wher moved with a grace afforded to those who knew how to adapt and though he'd never run this particular path before, there was little that he hadn't seen before and could maneuver with muscle memory, seeing a tree trunk and weaving around it, or cresting over a fallen log, and lowering his head to barrel through a shrub if needed. Always keeping the female in sight, he tore through the night close on her heels, giving little thought to the other males in the Chase for they mattered not to him, they were unworthy of such a prize as Rask.
As the ravine loomed before him, the brown barely slowed and prepared to run toward the edge before veering sharply, yet the radiant female surprised even the weathered beast when she jumped over the edge. Borosk snorted in pride, his chest swelling as the desire to have such an audacious mate vibrated through his whole being and without a second thought, he too went over the edge of the cliff. The first ledge came as no surprise, for surely the electrum had her reasons and claws dug hard into the stone to slow his skid as his bulked turned parallel to the rock wall. She was bounding away already, gracefully leaping from ledge to ledge in her descent to the ravine floor and the rogue brown was quick to follow, springing from that first ledge onto the next and bounding from place to place. He spread his wings slightly, using them to control his downward glide, reserving some strength so he needn't push so hard to make it from ledge to ledge and gliding helped to soften the landings, keeping his body light and nimble...which likely ended up saving his hide.
He could feel the platform slipping the moment his heavy weight settled on it, the crack of stone sounding in his ears as the large ledge gave way under him. Borosk growled deeply, a guttural reaction as his body acted on instinct and claws dug into stone to give him traction against the falling rock and for the briefest moment, he scrambled against gravity, but the moment his hind feet caught, the brown threw himself back into the air once more flaring his wings wide to catch the air. It was a leap of faith, in his experience and his strength to guide him toward another ledge, and he came down hard onto a more stable landing. He gave a snort of contempt at the predicament, could hear the trickle of the rocks falling still, and then the loud cracks as it hit the bottom of the ravine and Borosk knew he was lucky that those were not his bones breaking. However, the stumble had cost him precious time, the radiant sight of the electrum was already safely reaching the floor of the ravine and the brown had to play catch up now.
Heaving himself into the air once more, he glided to the next ledge and then another, purposefully choosing outcroppings that stayed above the floor of the ravine for now, watching Rask closely as she began to climb the boulders and then danced from one to another. He would need to make up for lost time, and instead of hitting the bottom of the ravine only to climb up once more, Borosk picked out carefully his next leap. The dark brown saw the tops of the boulders near at hand, and as his hind legs coiled once more for the spring, he prepared himself to land precariously on the top of one of those boulders, to cut out the pesky in between and begin the Chase anew. As he sprang into the air, wings spread as wide as he could, he felt for a moment as a dragon must when flying and yet as he neared his landing, his clipped his glide short and snapped his wings downward a few times to even his footing. Claws curled against the rock, scraping audibly as he gripped tight to keep his bulk from sliding too far over the edge, but the moment he felt his feet sure beneath him, he was leaping again to the next boulder and was back in the Chase again.
Not so easy to lose Borosk.
The dark shadow growled, though perhaps it was mostly to himself, or to warn off the other males that he'd do whatever it took to win Rask. She was the embodiment of strength and cunning, a suitable match to the brown himself, and he would tempt even death to find a glory such as hers. Though he was a bit ashamed of that stumble, he showed devotion and prowess to come back and join the Chase, to show that he would not so easily give up on Her.
At the top of the ravine, they found the trees again, the electrum still leading the charge, though he knew that she must be beginning to tire by now. Even his own muscles were beginning to ache, a slow burn that seemed to warm him from the inside out and his chest heaved with exertion, yet his feet still thundered against the ground never wavering in his pace. When the sunset beauty found a clearing, Borosk instinctively knew what that meant for the Run, and just as Rask seemed to give into that last burst of speed, so too did the dark brown, throwing all of his reserves into that last stretch, into the wild abandon as they swept through the meadow. This is where she would Choose, and only those that could keep up would be worthy and Borosk had no intentions of being left behind. He ignored the burn in his legs, the heave of his chest, or the pounding of his heart and focused everything he could into running
, to become speed, power and grace in those final moments...to be what Rask wanted, to be Chosen by her.