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 Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 8:55 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 9:01 am
It was a wonderful day. Urúvion hummed to himself as he preened, pulling feathers from his tail that were bent or out of place. Every now and then he stopped to examine his tail, making sure he was doing his best to make it perfect - not that it was a hard task. He was already perfect. When he deemed his tail preened to perfection, the stallion stretched out before laying out a small pouch and pulling out a small golden object.
He worked carefully, claws bending the metal into his desired shape. It appeared to be floral in design, but it was still a tad too early to be certain. His brow furrowed in concentration and he would have been worried about wrinkles had he not been creating something beautiful.musicaloner7 short starter gomen. still figuring him out, haha
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 8:57 am
 While he was already a stallion with pride, Bronislav was in an exceptionally proud state from the recent feat he'd had in capturing and feasting on a deliciously plump, and lively boar. It'd nearly fully filled him up, and gave the aristocrat a delightful run for its life. There was more to hunting than just the end result, afterwards. The actual art of it was just as important to revel in!
With a content tummy, and a bigger swell in his chest, nose lifted higher than its usual pompous level, the kalona walked along in search of some nice place to sun himself, and relax after the effects of the meal was starting to take its course. However, his heavy steps slowed when he caught scent of another stallion nearby, instantly letting his glowing violet eyes snap about to seek out the unpleasant presence. It took only a little while to see the avian blessed male that was... engaged with something sparkling on the ground, making Bronislav's brows lower into an expression of displeasure. Snorting irritably, he had half a mind to keep going, if it weren't for his entitled nature.
"You there. What are you doing?" he asked with a slow, disinterested, and exasperated, deep voice.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 10:48 pm
Urúvion had been too engrossed in his creations to notice the heavy hoof-falls. It wasn't until the other stallion spoke, that he snapped out of it, flinching and twisting the copper wire in the opposite direction to what he intended. A frowned creased his brow - which was a travesty in itself - and he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, turning to eye the interruption. His breath caught slightly when he realised it was, in fact a kalona. Were his ego not so large, he would have fled and admitted his cowardice. As it was, he stood from his position, and met the stallion head on.
"I was creating something of beauty until you showed up," his words came out as if he spat them, his tone harsh. It sounded.. ugly. "I wouldn't expect you to understand," his eyes roamed the stallion, a brow arching before he tch'd, knocking his head back. His chest puffed. "Your interruption has ruined my work," he gave a shrug. "To be expected. Ugly begets ugly."
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