Tales of a Not-So Average JMD [JMD #146 Entry Stories]

[voidsounds]

I'm applying for JMD #146, and I decided not to write one, but many stories of the JMD, whom I wish to call Xannadariah, or Xanna for short.

Please do not post yet.

Credits;

JMDs - lumpinbanana
JMD #146 - Future Owner
Design of JMD #146 - Nyx.
Stories - Me

[voidsounds]

Cold mountain air filled the grey and blue JMD's nostrils as she inhaled the small snowflakes that whirled by. She licked her lips, eager for the thrill of the snow around her and the feel of falling. She gripped her snowboard as she shook the snow out of her fur. The baby blue sky reeled with clouds, most of them huddled around the peak of the mountain of which Xannadariah the 'Xtreme Snowboarder' was perched. Her brilliant colored hair flew back in the fierce wind. She closed her peridot color eyes and gently stepped on her snowboard,
Xanna inhaled again, trying to calm her jumping nerves. This was a new course for her, and the hardest on the mountain. Not many people had gone on this course, and only select experts were able to run it. Of course, Xanna wasn't part of this special group, but she thought nobody would catch her here.
Xanna opened her eyes as a sense of clarity settled upon her. She was going to run this course.
And she was going to kick its butt.
She pushed her paw into the snow and kicked off of her board, sending her cascading down the side of the mountain, nearly freefalling. Her hair whipped behind her as she plummeted. She laughed, the sound waves racing out behind her as she twisted and turned the skateboard. Snow swirled around her as she breathed in again, the racing wind getting caught in her lungs.
Xanna's tail whipped behind her and hit the ground behind her, hard. Xanna suddenly found herself airborne, flying through the air, whipping around in the freezing air. She felt her stomach rising in her body and the sting of vomit in her throat. She tried to screech in fright, but the sound was ripped from her lungs as she dropped through the air. As she flew through the air, thoughts flew through her head. I'm going to die. I am going so be grounded. I am going to die first. I should have never done this.
Suddenly, impact.
Cold snow was forced up her nostrils as she smashed into the ground with a sickening thud. Her paws were squished underneath her and her wings were bent at an unnatural angle. She groaned softly, trying to get up. Her legs were shaky, but they worked. She sighed, limping into the bushes to return home. As she walked, she realized that falling was...fun. She liked the sensation of falling through the air with nothing to stop her. She smiled. Her cheek muscles hurt.
"When can I do this again?"