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 Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 10:22 pm
In spite of himself, he was getting more and more adept in this strange body of his. He was strong. He was fast. And by the day, flying was getting easier and easier. Much as he hated his wings for setting him apart... he loved what they did.
But he hated landing. Oh gods, did he ever hate landing. Meshta growled low in his throat as his claws scraped against the rocks beneath him. Too close, too fast, crap crap crap - WHAM! He tumbled, thankfully into a patch of grass, tucking his wings in close to him as he aced another bruise-winning re-entry. He ended up flat on his back, glaring up at the sky once his world had stopped spinning, blowing a tuft of his mane out of his smoldering eyes.
When was that part going to get easier?
... at least nobody'd seen him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:36 pm
Citali hummed softly to herself as she pranced along. At high sun she was suppossed to play tag with Tenari and Inati, but she was a little bit early. Momma was off somewhere, probably with daddy and the cubs... But Citali was like her elder sisters and her mother in one main sense.
She was a wanderer.
"What to do, what to do till High-Sun?" She murmured softly to herself. The immediate commotion of something falling out of the sky had her rushing to the scene.
It was hard not to laugh as she peeked down -upside down- at the male that spawled on his back, but she managed. "Hello.. Did that hurt?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 4:33 pm
No sooner had he tried thinking on the bright side than did it come to bite him right in the tail feathers. Meshta's gaze shifted towards the target, his eyes seemingly locked in a relentless glare. (But then, he looked at most everyone that way.) Great. A cub, too. Spectacular.
He didn't bother to answer her question, just growled under his breath as he rolled over, hefting himself back up to his feet in a majestic sweep of the wings that had gotten him into this mess in the first place. Nothing damaged. Bar his pride, naturally. "Where are your parents?" he finally asked. His voice was just short of a snarl, though he really didn't mean it to be.
Eh. She'd end up scurrying back to her mother before too long anyway.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 4:58 pm
Citali tilted her head, blinking widely as she considered the crashed male. That was a first, even for her. She didn't know many winged lions anyway, but those she'd witnessed flying or landing had never had the issue this male seemed to.
No reason for him to glare at her like that... Afterall, she could have laughed at him, and she hadn't.
"Parents?" She blinked. "Oh, mother is tending to my siblings, I'm sure... And father is never far from her side."
She shrugged. "I was on my way to meet my elder sisters... But watching your stunning display of grace tured out to be too much of a draw, I couldn't help but witness it."
Let him choke on that, Mr LookAtMyCoolWings.
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