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 Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 1:06 pm
~*------- Turn on the Night -------*~  
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The pink hues of the smoky clouds would beam just right above the horizon, and gold traces would look as if they were trying to mimic the very hills they shown above. Branches were swaying back and forth with puffs of crystalline flakes that cluttered the very dents of each branch, melting but the trees seemed ecstatically aware spring was close than they thought. The ground was frozen over with a thin sheet of ice that cracked easily at the press of a sprigging blade of grass.
The river that bent itself into a hill had a thin flow of water rushing with a firm gush with little fish finding their way towards perhaps the bay, free of their bonds in the deep sand. Would it just snow and freeze them over too soon or would they make it quite well? The water plagued itself with fascinating life all ready for the spring that the tree branches yammered on about, and birds willing to believe so too.
The very edges of the horizon were field with black swans meeting each corner prepping their flight for insured warmth upon the land, eyeing even the fish that were already there. The other course of nature that could belittle the population of our fellow fish eyed fools, easily coaxed by the fresh scents of plants delighting at what little warmth the sun blessed them with.
Though among creatures curious about this weather was a pale winged creature racing past the black swans. Her head would lower, and so would she, in a dive that was then changed back to a regular course once she was closer to land, making circular flights like a carrion creature, but more grace, thirsty for a secure land herself.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 1:38 pm
At first even if she seemed like a pale comment, her wings were a touch of black and maybe even peach, but her silvery eyes would distract otherwise. The mare’s hair cluttered just against her pale face, and maybe even a little bit over her eyes by accident. Though, she puffed a breath from her lips to move the curls out of her face, and looked up, expectantly.
“Y’old birds!” She cooed with a soft laughter. They were not even where she had expected such challengers, but her heaving chest let loose a sigh as she would move forward, shaking her head. The smack of her pale curly tail would be sounded in disapproval. They’d never be as good as her.
Her brother? They trained quite separately, and her father-more-so only with her brother… And that one stallion Lloyd liked. She’d choose who her friends. That’s what she was damned sure on. Her movement paced, while she absentmindedly had drifted to look at the river. Was she even that thirsty? She wasn’t but it couldn’t hurt to be calmed of fatigue by such a silver glow that would match her own eyes.
Briskly she lifted a wing to look at it, but then to the other. One was kind of chill ached, but she nestled it calmly, and curled it back against herself to rest. What was she so concerned about on being faster than others? Did it really matter? Maybe it would if a Kalona decided to rip right into her, but she’d need to dig herself into trees as fast as she could if the situation came so, hopefully to meet more like herself, enough to protect her. Like her brother, or her father. Her mother? Not so much.
Huffing, she sighed, remembering her mother. Her mother was a bit of a weakling, but she didn’t want to say anything of that. Though maternal, and sweet, Floss risked her very life giving birth to her, and one day she would have to protect her own mother. It was why she would go out on her own. Training, because her father didn’t want to see her fighting. He always said it was too risky for a lady, but maybe he meant her mother. Even worse…
Was she a resemblance of her mother? No. She was muscular, and proud of it. She would be a warrior princess of their family, she’ll prove them all, but she couldn’t help but stare at the river in guilt of going against her father’s words. The wind flushed passed her hair and all she could do is close her eyes in thought.
She looked up once more, and smiled slightly. She was looking at the clouds. They were darkening, and she had always flown towards the sun, but now she’d have to look to the other face in the sky. “Would you welcome me as much?” She didn’t take thoughts to her words but she saw bother her father and mother the same as the faces of the skies, and even thoughtfully so, would the darkness hold her down?
Straining her neck to look towards the river’s little falls that splashed with fools in their water, never expecting much outside of their world. She bit her bottom lip, but then continued to walk along the river, silently as possible. Expecting sounds from the bushes, if not near, but she could be wrong.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 8:52 am
The colorful skies was still after the black swans settled along with the pale mare, the smoky clouds lazily drifts by at their own leisure letting the admirers take a very good look at them before the become dark like night, blending in with midnight skies. The peace shattered with a loud wild masculine-sound whinny as the huge winged stallion zooms through the clouds, weaving through them.
At the first glance, the stallion seems to be a small blue and black with dark blue wings and fiery red eyes with loud and obnoxious personality from what the onlookers heard and saw. Montego's red eyes flickers down and spotted a mare with wings just like his own but with different colors, that interests him. He swoops down from the skies with his wings flattened against his body, like a falcon going in for a kill. But he suddenly flares his wings out when he was couple feet away from the ground and the lovely mare and lands gracefully on the ground with a thud.
The huge stallion nearly towers over the mare as he looks at the mare playfully. "I welcome anybody." He comments to her last question since it was the last thing he heard coming out of her mouth. He flares his wings out, fluttering them to shake out the tension before he rests them lightly against his sides. "What is your name?" He cocks his head to side, looking at the mare. She looks very muscular yet she still looks so small, but he knows better than to judge her based on her appearance.
"I apologize if I startled you like I did with other birds.." The stallion glances up at the flock of the birds in the distance and he sighs with a grin on his face.
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