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 Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 8:00 pm
So evening had finally come. It was a typical end to a typical day. A typically boring day. The day had been dry and hot, not comfortable flying conditions for the young stallion, but the lack of humidity was nice for his mane. Now that the sun had gone to play elsewhere, there was a slight breeze that made the stallion shiver delightfully. His wings shifted restlessly as he continued walking down the path he had been following that day. It lead towards a clearing he had heard of, but he had yet to venture to it.
Clearings were usually more likely to have some sort of bumbling fool. Somebody to amuse him. It had taken much longer than he had anticipated to get there, however. Ishmael's till lashed out behind him out of habit, stretching the unused tendrils. He'd have to sleep somewhere foreign... The tall stallion wasn't keen on it, but it wasn't like he had a choice now did he? He had spent the day walking the path through the forest. Even if the clearing was empty, he'd stay the night. No use in going somewhere for five mintes and leaving, right?
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 6:15 pm
 Cataclysm was bored out of her skull, so she used her "Alpha-in-waiting" in title as an excuse to go fly around the fringe areas of her territory. She was so bored and thoughtless however, she was barely paying attention to whether she was even in her technical herdlands. Not that she cared at the moment. She knew a good sister would be proud of her new nieces, and she was, in a way, but ... she couldn't shake this bitter, clinging feeling of betrayal. Her and her sister used to do everything together, tease the stallions and such. She knew the day would one day some where they would take a stallion by their side and produce beautiful strong wind children...
.., but that day came too quickly for Maelstrom in Cataclysm's eyes. She felt like her best friend had no time for her anymore. So more and more she felt like she had nothing better to do than flit around. Even her father had a new son that seemed more important than her.
She finally decided she should land and catch her bearings, and his a huff she skid into the dirt, but before she could get her footing, the distracted mare tripped, quite literally, over a resting stallion.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 8:53 am
Ishmael always considered himself very observant. He very easily pinpointed others weaknesses and strengths, and calculated them to his amusement and advantage. So when he was tripped over by a flying mare that seemed to come out of nowhere, it was quite the shock. Instinctively he lashed his tail out at the foreign figure, the tendrils reaching for something of flesh. The stallion was quick to turn remove himself from whatever had crashed into him, keeping a good two feet at least between himself and his attacker.
Teal eyes were quick to look for whatever had come his way, only to find... A winged mare.
Almost as quickly as he had turned hostile and protective of himself, he changed to look more apologtic and shocked. No need to scare this particular stranger, now was there? He held back a sly grin, his mouth pulled into a false concerned frown. Ishmael stepped closer towards her and lowered his head, "Miss? Miss? Are you alright?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 9:12 am
Crashing was always a sobering effect. She cried out as she lost her footing, landing ungracefully in the dirt. In the shuffle she felt strangle rope like .... things... whipping over her. She rolled out of the way and flailed her wings, hopping back up on her feet and trying to recover as quickly as possible. She bared her teeth, fluffed up her wings, and puffed out her chest instinctively.
But the stallion she tumbled into relaxed his aggressive posture, so she did as well... but she kept her head high and ineffectively tried to control her labored breathing. "I'm... fine.." she huffed out, shaking the dust out of her wings.
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