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 Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 7:52 pm
Auster was not pleased. He was not pleased at all. If he hadn't been in pain, he most surely would have lashed out and done his best to trample her. As it were, it would have hurt more to not have his wing bound than having his wing stripped, so he endured the great injustice.
When she had finished, he stared down at the bandaged wing and the feathers on the ground. His beautiful feathers... His lip curled in a sneer as he looked up at Windstorm, his snort the only acknowledgment he gave to her words. It wasn't her fault his wing had been broken, but he was sorely tempted to take the blame out on her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 8:10 pm
She shuffled from hoof to hoof after side stepping away from him. "I'll show you where you'll be resting while you're here." It was probably best to change the topic with the volatile stallion. She would have been upset if her feathers had to be clipped.
She gave her tail an idle flick as she lead the way once more away from the two-legger's dwelling. The ground began to rise once more and she hopped up onto a small ledge to the foal-mare grounds. It was the best protected area considering pregnant mares and young foals were easy prey for Kalona and Skinwalkers alike. He'd be fine here. "You may rest on these grounds. It's patrolled regularly, so you don't need to fear of being attacked by anything while you're weakened. The grazing grounds are to the east. We even have a few choice fruit trees."
She turned her head slightly to gauge his reaction. "I'd be more than happy to show you around the rest of our herd grounds after you've rested if you are tired."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 9:12 pm
Auster snorted, the sneer never leaving his face. He, the great angeni stallion, was reduced to needing protection? With the mares and foals? It was unbelievable. Simply unbelievable. For what surely wasn't the first time that day, and as surely wouldn't be the last, it crossed his mind to screw it all and just leave.
His icy eyes looked around the foal-mare grounds, narrowing slightly. So many mares, so many silly foals. The time it took to heal his wing would be pure torture for sure.
Snorting to acknowledge her words, he trotted over to a less populated part of the grounds. "Ask me when I feel less like snapping your wing," he muttered as he settled down.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 10:13 am
She frowned at him, but gave a very curt nod. "Very well," she said, turning her back to him and give a dismissive flick of her tail as she departed. If he was going to be a cranky stallion, why would she want to stick around him any longer than was required? It wasn't her duty to make him feel at home.
Windstorm glanced back once before making her way to find her grandfather. She'd need to explain the situation to him before he stumbled upon their injured guest.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 5:48 pm
Auster turned his head away from her, preening his uninjured wings. He didn't care what she thought. He didn't care if he annoyed her. He didn't care, at all. She was just a silly mare, after all.
Looking around the foal-mare grounds, he sighed heavily, so many mares and so many foals. Shifting his weight, he gave off a warning glare. If any of the foals decided to sniff out the new guy, he'd pull their wing feathers.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 6:04 pm
She left like a great weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. Balrog still had the commanding presence to make her feel like filly--even if she was his granddaughter, but he was now aware of the Angeni that was residing on their herd grounds until he was healed enough to be on his own. Of course, she hadn't explained just how unhappy this individual was at being stuck here, but it wasn't necessarily important.
She slowed her pace as she drew closer to where he was at. It was obvious her uncle was completely enthralled by the guest, but was just as leery as she to approach him. She smiled reassuringly to Firestorm as she passed him by and braced for the anger that Auster might direct towards her. "Our protector will allow you to rest in our lands until you are fit to fly on your own."
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 6:15 pm
While he blatantly ignored the foal that peered at him, Auster hadn't strayed far from the first place he had picked out. At the sound of hooves approaching, he lifted his head, and seeing Windstorm, turned it away again.
His white-tipped ear flicked as the mare spoke. After a moment he begrudgingly muttered "Please pass on my gratitude," his tail flicking with irritation.
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