Bleached empennage whistles as its master races forwards, whipping unmercifully in the jet stream created by his bulky figure, slapping randomly against his saffron epidermis and tangling within the rotating grasp of his pistons. His matching knots socialize with the coursing streams of glistening sweat that create beading trails along his sturdy chain. Angular skull tucks downwards even at his breath-taking flight, remaining clasped tightly to jugular casing. The male’s clamped jaws bob, although restricted, with each jaunting landing of rubbers. Cavern bounces lightly against heaving chest, each touch of spider-web whiskers sends a chilling shiver through his nervous system. His threatening films seek partial cover beneath thin layer of skin; a mere slit of light was permitted to refuse his limbs the chance to stray far from the un-beaten path.