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 Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 12:35 pm
 This had all been about too much for him, Everything.. such.. a drain on his mind. His thoughts remained rather.. muddled as he stepped over a muddy bog leaving claw marks in the damp soil. He'd left his father's side to look for his other niece.. Instead he'd found a mare that was quiet, shy and a bit skittish. She'd looked at him like he wasn't some monster.. She saw his inner self, on the differences about him. For her, he'd grown stronger, much more caring and take charge than he'd been in the flock.
How strange the soquili of these lands outside the flock were. To have such a changing impact on one another. It was both a scary thought and yet a comforting one. He'd changed his stars here. Though he was viewed as lesser, he'd never been outwardly harmed. That was until his father had gained news of a mare on the fritz. He didn't even remember ever offending her. Yet he was forced to flee the home he'd always known.. because of her deranged illness. Now he was outcast.. Never would he see his mother of her people again, and should he return? Surely the would mean him harm now.. right?
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 4:07 pm
 Shaking the mud off her claws with a grimace, Hero came to the conclusion that this had been a horrible idea. She thought that exact thing for maybe the thirtieth time today. Gryphs were dry climate horses. Why in the spirits' name did she decide to COME here? It was wet...humid...soppy...swampy... She shuddered to herself. Hero didn't want to look at her tail, fearing how disgusting her feathers looked right now. She shouldn't have let them grow so long, or at least should have let her mother clip them when she offered. Oh well. She'd find clean enough bathing water to get rid of this mess eventually.
Did anyone even LIVE here? Who would want to be among all of this muck?
The sooner she got out of here, the better.
As she ambled along, she noticed that amidst the dull tones of the swamp, there was something bright. Something blue. Another Soquili? She noticed some of the feathers and the back claws. Another half-gryph like her? Why were his hooves and claws backwards? Unless he could manage to rear his back legs at her, his ability to slice her was nowhere near Hero's own. She started approaching him warily, wondering if they might have something in common.
As a traditional gryph-born horse with a family hailing from the desert, she knew nothing of the Flock or harpies. She assumed that claws were a trait only gryphs were gifted with. Tharsirion's eyes alone would have been the first clue that something was amiss, if she hadn't been too elated at the thought of finding some sympathy.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 10:33 am
 He continued to walk, pushign himself through the muck and the mud. Still no sign of the lost family member... How long had it been since they'd seen one another without the guidance of nannies any ways? The answer was, too long. Once he'd been culled from the young ladies as a young male He hadn't had too many chances to even see his half sister. It was as he'd grown to adult hood that he'd gotten to see more of his father for that matter.. and occasionally his mother or sister would come along.. his two brothers on the other hand had been little company... Off doing their own things which often left him alone.
He had that feeling that he was being watched and tried to shake it by pressing on further though the muddy muck. Still, all the same it was unshakable and so he paused, turned to see something colorful in the distance. Friend? Foe? Whom ever it was, they were keeping their distance. He only hoped he hadn't stumbled into some one else's lands.
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