First Stride

My joints felt locked in place until a sudden spark kicked through my limbs. I rolled my shoulders and unlocked my clenched fists, feeling real tension ripple through my arms. Curious about my balance, I shifted my weight forward. My boots made a sharp, deliberate tap against the dark textured floor beneath me. I lowered my stance, testing the friction of the dark platform, and let out a quick chuckle. My tail flicked upward to steady the pose—I'm ready to move.