Dalton Goode; D10; CB#2 (Fin)
Jan 17, 2017 23:17:36 GMT -5
Post by * on Jan 17, 2017 23:17:36 GMT -5
 Dalton Goode District 16 Sweat drips down the bridge of his nose. His breaths labored with excitment. A sparkle in his eyes dart over to his brother with such expression and the horse beneath him heaves a heavy breath. The leap was breathtaking; exhilarant even. Teeth appearing behind wide spread lips, then a sombering expression come next as composure comes to finish the run. "Good run, Bunny. Great jump!" His heart stammers beneath his chest, riddled with freckles from the sunny days exposure. His nose and cheeks littered with the same tiny freckles but disappear under the haze of a cloudy day. He slides off the horse, and his hand goes to pat the beast with enthusiasm and the moment he snips off the leash, his heels click together in exuberance. The dirt under his feet kick up quickly when he dashes off, his stomach aching for food all the time. "Bunny did it!" His exclaimation sounding off into the house, looking for praise from any who will hear from him. "BUNNY DID IT. He got the jump finally!" -Born to his mother, a washerwoman, and his father, a mechanic -Tends to horses on a daily basis -6'1 -157 lbs -A practical jokester -Loves to annoy his older brother with his immature ways -Accidently shot his brother in the leg with the pellet gun once -King of corny jokes |
