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 Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 3:12 am
Squall sighed softly as he trudged over the cold ground, slipping occasionally as he hit a somewhat slick patch. (Cold. No sign of Rinoa still...) He laid his ears back at that thought. He wasn't about to believe that Rinoa wasn't here. He'd find her. Flicking his leonine tail, he tried to put Rinoa out of his mind, yet kept her face tucked away in a corner of his memory. Whether she was two-legger or Soquili, he would recognize her. He had to.
So lost was he in these thoughts, he didn't even notice the dip in the ground until he abruptly stepped into it, causing him to stumble to one knee. "...Damnit..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 3:47 am
Blaise stopped, watching the stallion curiously. She followed him for abit as he walked on, her own hooves quiet on the snow. But as he stumbled, she emitted an 'oh' and fluttered quickly to his side. "Are you alright?" she called out, standing slightly unsure, her bright eyes concerned. He was coated so strangely.....things protruding from his body.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 3:55 am
Squall grunted with surprise, scrambling to his feet. His tail lashed behind him, further betraying the spike of adrenaline he'd just gotten. Snorting softly, he quieted his movement, stilling. "...I'm fine." He regarded her rather stonily, though curiosity lay beneath the hard exterior. (What is that thing on her head...and are those wings? Stranger than Odin's mount...)
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 4:05 am
She backed away slowly, tilting her head and softly fluttering her wings. Blaise was worried that he might be hurt, that was a rather bad stumble, but the way he regarded her with such intensity from those blue eyes, she felt rather self conscious.
"Well....um......if your leg hurts I know there's a stream nearby that will sooth it...."
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 4:17 am
(...Did she not hear me?) Squall eyed her, blinking a little. "...I'm alright. My jacket's tough." He bit at the leather in demonstration, leaving no scuff on the supple material. "But...show me this stream." (Won't hurt to see it, I guess...and she is kind of pretty.)
(Wait. I'm looking for Rinoa...why am I thinking like this?)
(...But what if I don't find her? What then?)
His ears flicked back at the unpleasant thought. (I'll find her. Maybe this girl knows something.)
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 10:11 pm
She started off, glancing back every once in awhile to look at the strange stallion. Blaise has never met a stallion before but she was sure this one was as strange as they come. He wears this......jacket, with the feathers of the birds and the skin of calves but he was neither winged nor cow bred. And he kept staring at her so intensely....she wondered if she had somehow gotten leaves in her mane or stuff.
The stream trickled around the bend, flowing through the ice, clear and sweet and cold.
She bowed her head to him to indicate the stream and then bend down for a drink herself.
Her eyes closed, long eyelashes fluttering on her fair cheeks.
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