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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 11:47 am
The plains, and the forest beyond, looked inviting after so much time in the air. His wings had begun to complain, hardly anything intolerable but he had no real need to push himself until it did become intolerable. It was more peaceful up in the clouds. Quieter. Fewer annoyances. But he was no pure Wind, and while his slender build did not leave him particularly heavy, he could not boast the same flight skills as one who was not of mixed blood. Unwanted mixed blood.
And with that sour thought, it was time to get out of the sky. Cloven hoofs punched a pair of matching divots in the soft earth as he landed a bit harder than strictly necessary, his dark feathered wings closing with an annoyed snap. Useful though they could be, he fancied he would have preferred life without them. If, perhaps, he had not looked quite so much like his worthless father, mother might not have been distressed by him as she was. She was better off with him gone. And he was better off on his own, away from the beginnings of her new family. Who needed a bunch of fillies climbing all over anyway. Not him.
Now that he was on the ground again, resting his wings, the forest did seem like a good idea. Being less in the open was often smarter. It would be easier for things to try sneaking up on him, with his sharp Cerynei ears not much easier, but it would be considerably more difficult for them to spot him. Especially with his dark fur in a, well, the forest was not that dark. But he felt more at home in the woods. He had grown up in a forest. And no. No it had nothing to do with being ‘homesick’. He was more familiar with trees and such, it gave him an advantage over those who might not be. So there.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 4:27 am
 The forest was nice. It was dark and welcoming. And always full of new things. It was always changing, shifting. Never the same and never boring. It felt safe and closed unlike the mountains or plains. Not even the ocean could match the safe feeling she got from the forest. It did help that it was her home growing up and when she's lonely the forest feels like her family.
The comfort of the forest also gives her a place to wander and look for new Soquili to talk to. To learn from. She wandered and looked hopeful but not expectant of a new book. With a snap of a twig. And the like sway of nearby leaves that days friend had landed. She turned to look where the noise had come from. She saw the large black winged cerynei as he touched down. Her eyes lit up with awe. She always love hybrids. And she always love wings. And the stallion had both with made her very existed to watch him land. It also made her trot over to him and start asking questions. "You're half Cerynei, half wind right? Does that make it harder to fly? I did meet another half like you and he said it did, but that could have just been him right? So do you know if it takes longer for you to get up into the air or if it's harder to land because you're heavier then pure winds?" She asked not even thinking about the fact she just met him and didn't even bother to say hello.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 2:02 pm
Being approached by a stranger startled him, just a bit. It was a natural reaction. It was smarter to be wary. Korev tensed, ready to stand his ground, or dig in and defend it if necessary. He was ready for- what?
What.
What was this?
The stallion stared, ears still slightly pinned back from his bracing, as the mare began to talk. Asking him questions. Chatting on and on, as though they were the best of best friends and had grown up together. As though he were actually the sort of person to want friends and be nice to them. But this, this, what? No. Why was she here? And was she still talking? Asking him about what being a mixed blood was like, that was already a rather sensitive topic. He did not want to talk about this.
Well, she didn’t seem dangerous. Snorting, he backed up a step to put some distance between them so that he could turn and begin to walk around her to keep going. “Obviously, no idea, don’t care, don’t care,” he offered irritably, in case she would continue to follow him if he said nothing. He had no place in particular to get to, no one in particular he was looking for. Well, maybe- Nope. No. But wherever he was going, he did not want company. Especially loud company.
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Sorry it took so long to get back to you :< Stuff happened, and then I was distracted, and I am sorry.
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