Unexpected Adventures (Soot)

The light wind that night pressed against Soot's vaporous self, slowing his pursuit of Sky only slightly. Her speed (though slower than his) and grace, made him seem like an insult to what flight should be. Sylus may have been one with the wind, an incorporeal being that flowed through the sky, yet as her name implied, his oddly skinned opponent danced through the air. She was a testimony to movement itself, and the fact that he was trying to catch her seemed like something akin to capturing a faerie in a jar, or murdering a unicorn. But this did not stop him, in fact it fueled his efforts. After all, who has not wanted to see Santa Claus in the act, or to catch a leprechaun for its gold?

In the end Sylus was still chosen by his god. He was supported by the maker of life itself, and no mythic being or mutant could beat him.

He surged forward, his smoky body following in a snakelike trail after the oddly skinned woman. The look of determination and focus on her face sent a thrill of competition down his nonexistant spine. It was not much longer until Sylus was following right in the wake of wind left by each of her swinging movements. As she reached the edge of the next building, with another looming over her, Skydancer twirled one of her......tendrils? And proceeded to vault a story high in the air. Sylus floated after her, all but nipping at her heels.

When they both reached the top, the excitement of probable victory fed his own fires, and with an extra burst of speed Sylus went around his opponent and took the lead. As thoughts of the metaphorical winner's circle, and very real bragging rights, entered his mind, Sylus became lost in victory, and zoomed in the same general direction that the race had started in.

As he gained distance between himself and Skydancer, Soot broke from his dreams of winning to realize one simple and race-shattering fact. The sheer stupidity of his challenge to this mutant dawned on him, and cause him to stop briefly, a smoke sillhouette forming upon the improvised racetrack.

"Idiot! How could Scora have made you so stupid?" He thought to himself.

You see a race requires two things: a beginning and an end. The starting line was easy enough to determine, and he knew what the destination was called. But Sylus had absolutely no idea where he was going.