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 Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 3:09 pm
 One would think Harpy meant a female with claws that had the capability to tear into flesh with ease, that that was not the image one received when they gazed upon the young harpy female Nakita; for upon her back four sets of blue and gold wings rested upon her back and her legs ended in hooves, not claws. A growl escaped from the young fillies maw as she glared at her reflection in the pristine water of the creek; she was a harpy in every fiber of her being except in appearances, it angered her that she received more of her father’s genes than her mother’s, which she fervently wished she possessed. As she stared at her reflection revealed in the water, a thought occurred to her, when she was older her looks could attract more males into following her into the Flock, for they would not expect that she, who appears to be Angeni, would be wishing to enslave them and making them her pet. A smile crossed her countenance; there may be some use to her non-harpy looks after all.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 9:50 pm
But . . . something wasn't quite right.
Unlike many of her sisters and kin, Azshara did not have a natural dominance in her nature. She wasn't aggressive, in fact, she promoted peace opposed to war and battle. While she understood and respected the life of the harpies, she found herself more and more isolated and alone in her views. Granted, Azshara would never go against the grain of harpy lifestyle. . . but the blue eyed female also knew that she was of a different breed. No matter how much they strove to teach her to embrace the lifestyle, it just . . .wasn't. . her.
So Azshara did what she could. She was a forager, and often brought back treats and foliage for the herd. She made herself useful and thankfully did her best to keep her opinions and beliefs to herself. The Flock was her only home, and the mare was still too young and too naive to know of life outside of the lands. So for now, the mare was content. She might not fit in as easily as some harpies, but she loved her sisters dearly, and her Flock.
Approaching the lake for a drink, the young female's crest stood up in curiosity. There was something small and full of feathers gazing down at the waters - a filly! She recognized the young one as a member of the herd, though she could not quite recall her name. Giving a cheerful whistle, the kind and curious Azshara approached with a smile. "Salutations, little sister!" She greeted amicably, her words warm. She wasn't patronizing the other by calling her little . . .it was merely a statement of fact. She was indeed younger than she, and therefor, her little sister.
((Sorry for the delay on our RPs! Promise I will get to tags soon . . . My muse has just been a bit scarce this week.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 3:03 pm
Uta I am so sorry that this is so late in coming back to you ^.^;
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