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 Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 2:28 pm
 Alexandre stood motionless as his feet were dug into the sand. He had ventured way farther from his home then he had ever dared venture before. The sun was shining brightly above him in the sky making the sand warm to the touch but the more he dug his feet in the cooler it got. What was it? It certainly wasn't like the dirt or hard rock he was used to. He desperately wanted to know what it was called but he knew that if he asked his parents they would be super angry at him for not only wandering off without them, but leaving the safety of the cave and forest. But how did they expect him to sit at home in the cave all day counting rocks? Or playing another game of tag with his brothers? As much as he loved them he liked the times when he could be alone to think to himself. Although, he hoped one day soon they would want to venture off with him and encounter great adventures along side each other.
Slowly he rolled off of his feet and onto his back. When his back hit the sand he was surprised how very little it hurt. Whatever this was, it was awesome. He didn't like that he couldn't really see the grains of sand if he got close to them, the image being completely blurry. Being unable to see at times was very frustrating. Alexandre closed his eyes as the sun was shining brightly into his eyes and making it harder to seen then he was used to. As he laid there he allowed his wings to fan out beneath him and soak up the suns rays. One day he hoped he would be able to soar above the lands and see exactly what it was he was venturing into every day. Maybe soon his Da would teach him and his brother Titan how to. "I can't wait!" He said in a excited tone to himself. How he loved the idea of flying! Every time he thought of it, it was almost like his wings had a life of their own and wanted to carry him high above the clouds and maybe even further if he dared.
His ears and tail twitched as he heard the light footsteps of another near by. He wasn't sure if they were close or far away, still lost in his own thoughts to really pay any attention. Maybe it was just his imagination getting the better of him. It certainly wouldn't be the first time it had happened. Shrugging it off he continued to daydream about how the air would feel against his wings, or how the clouds would feel. He even thought of how weird all the soquili would look below him as well as the trees and other plants beneath him. What would his home look like?
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 10:57 am
 Not too far off from the little colt in the deset-esque scene, was a rogue on the move. A mare, to be precise. Cloven hooves were thundering rapidly along the muted ground, barely making a 'tft' sound as each step was swiftly placed and kicked off. Sand was blazing behind her, even creating a small stream of dust trailing behind. She tossed her head back a few times to give out a full out whiny like laugh, mohawked mane fluttering wildly with the wind that swept past her. That mask adorned on her face was useful for more than just intimidating others. It kept the sand out of her face, as well as the sun. The tips of her mask at the present were dyed in a dark red tint, as well as her hooves... blood, obviously, from the brawl she'd just finished escaping from. It was victorious for her, having taken down two male's twice her size! Their brawn's weren't enough for her speed and wit, most certainly. And not many expected a little thing like her to be so fierce... giving her the upper hand. It was best not to underestimate the wild. Such fools!
With her spirits and moral ablazing, the mare figured it'd be nice to have a hardy meal afterwards. Fruits, to regain her strength for the next fights to come! As she went on her pursuit to find some that she knew were hidden near a secret oasis in the area, she almost missed the patch of white standing out on the side of the path she was taking. At the last second her eyes flickered over to it, blinking in surprise to notice... it was a foal...! Her hooves skidded to an abrupt stop, snorting forcefully to start and calm her heart, head curving around to look behind her at the body. Was it.. dead? her brow raised, and she turned herself around to approach the colt... Her eyes were narrowed curiously, head lifted proudly, the mare snorted firmly again, "Aye.. kid... ya dead?" she asked in a plain tone. What the heck was a kid doing all the way out here?
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 7:03 am
Slightly startled by the mare's sudden appearance and question, Alexandre gazed up at her with wide eyes. "I'm not dead." He said with slightly pursed lips. Did he look dead? Mentally he thought of his features and wondered how it was the mare had thought that as he looked healthy. At least he thought he did. He sure ate like a healthy colt. As his mother jokingly complained about how much more he ate compared to his brothers. With a deep inhale he rose from the sand and lightly shook it off, trying his best not to shake the sand onto her coat.
"WHOA!" He said with wide eyes, now focusing on the blood stains that coated her hooves and mask. "You have blood on you!" He said, his eyes trained on her hooves. When the shock finally subsided enough to allow him to focus on something else his eyes scanned the rest of her, noting that she was a ceryeni like him, minus the wings. He noticed she had quite a few decorative items decorating her frame, some of which (like the rib cage) made him wonder how she had managed to get a hold of them and why she wore them. However he decided not to ask.
When he finally came to look at her face he smiled, noting that her mask was very similar to his mothers. Then a thought came to his mind, she had a mostly white body, and was a ceryeni, and also had a mask... Was she related to his mother? Grinning like a fool now his wings fanned out around his body, his stance changing to that of excitement. "Do you know Adalyn?! She's my mother and she has a mask kind of like your's!" He said, eyes lighting up like stars.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 5:18 pm
[Marking as abandoned. If you wish to continue please feel free to PM me.]
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