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 Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 8:47 pm
Teepee The Little Meadow herd had its interesting characters (and he still smarted from his rather bracing defeat at the hooves of the "tiny one" Lapin), but even then the young colt's short attention span could only lay idle for so long. With the days growing warmer and longer, Falconwing's restless energy grew harder to keep constrained, and he'd find himself wandering away at the smallest opportunities. Dreams of flight still came to him, and as he walked through the waves of green grass, his unusual wings twitched and fluffed impatiently - they were Falcon's pride and joy, the genetic destiny he knew he was born to wield into the skies. One day he would be known throughout not just his herd, but all of the Kawani lands, that Falconwing was not one to mess with!
But for now he was simply Falconwing the foal, a youngling who couldn't so much as hover even with a guiding wind. Today he was hoping to begin the steps to fixing that.
Now since his family all had wings, flying lessons would not be an issue. No, it was the competition of who got to fly first and the best that had this colt's eye. Though he was the only one to inherit Eversong's wings, both Fairbreeze and Kaliri had seemed to have luck on their side - or rather, better judgment as Falcon detested to admit. His sister was healthy in the means of knowing when to have fun (unlike "Fairy", as Falcon liked to tease him), but she still had the mind to know when to take things to her advantage. And Fairbreeze, well, he was already rooted in the logical, even if he was a stick in the mud.
Still, competition made things interesting, and Falconwing loved interesting. And competition. But most importantly winning competitions.
The foal made it to the top of one of the hills just outside of the Little Meadow's reach, overlooking the field of plains that stretched further than he could see. He screwed his face up determinedly, knocking his ears about to make sure he wasn't about to be pounced upon by a spying sibling. Today there was a warm wind blowing through, tickling his golden mane's strands until they got in his face; nothing he couldn't handle, though. Tossing his head, Falcon tensed his legs and experimentally flapped his budding wings, testing them in these conditions. "'Kay . . . Ready?" he asked himself, ears bent backwards. "Yeah, think so. 'Kay. GO!"
And the colt took off, fast as the bird he was named after. His legs were black blurs cutting through the grass, wings rapidly rising and falling to try and get some lift. Once he'd gotten some headway, Falcon began trying to jump, but it only took three tries before something went awry - his legs entangled in each other the second he look his eyes off the ground, and with a yelp he tumbled into a heap at the base of the hill, throwing dirt and grass all about him.
When he came to, Falcon shook his head and grumbled, not about the failed attempt, but at the fact that now he was going to have to clean himself and that was going to take forever aghhhhhhh.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 8:11 pm
If her parents had hoped that she might calm herself with time, they were sadly mistaken. The young filly couldn't wait to travel further in the flat lands, to dance in the grassy fields, to savor every flower she crossed. The fact that there was so much color in the land excited the filly, who had been born amid the snow, cold, and grey's of winter. This new land was magic to her, and she couldn't wait to discover its secrets.
Skipping through the grasses, completely unaware to the world around her, Revenant had stolen away from her family. She knew they were that way, closer to the tree line and less exposed in the open, and she was also quite confident that one of them had an eye on her. But she was getting older now, and growing more independent. They would let her have her space and have her fun, provided Revenant was responsible enough to be careful.
The ebony filly assured them she would, even if all of those rules (or most of them, at any rate) had long since gone out of mind. Wings flapping happily, the young girl skipped through the tall grasses, humming a tune she made up as she moved, unaware of the racing colt in the distance. Had Falconwing not attempted to fly, and had Revenant not tripped over her own hooves, she may not have caught sight of him. Catching herself (she was terribly clumsy), she opened her eyes and gave a giggle to no one in particular. . . .
And that was when she saw it! A flash of something over the tall grasses - black and gold - the movement of grasses not far before her, and a small plume of dust that was caught in the wind. What on earth? Caution forgotten, the little filly changed the direction of her skip, and pushed her way through the grasses. The scent of freshly displaced dirt helped direct her, the tall grasses of the plains getting shorter as she approached the hill. Before she knew it, she could see over them, and with a few more steps, was able to locate the source.
It was . . .someone. A filly or colt, just like her! He too was black, and . . .were those wings? Why they were the most peculiar things she ever saw! He had but one set, like her mother and sister, but there was something a litlte different about him altogether. Maybe it was the fact he was covered in dirt and grass. Giggling a little, Revenant gave her tail a little swish and pawed at the ground. "I fall all the time too," she quipped happily, stepping forward to greet him, not at all afraid.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:05 pm
"Ngggh . . ."He had just begin wheedling out a rather stubborn clump of grass digging into his hind when he heard the voice, upon which he froze in the comical position of his tongue-halfway out of his mouth and close to his butt. Eyes wide, Falcon checked this way and that until he spotted the black and white blot just - oh spirits, right in front of him.. With a surprised yelp he backed away, accursedly gathering more dirt on his behind before he managed to get to his hooves properly.
"H-Hey! You snuck up on me. That's not fair," he grumbled, tail shaking excess crud off. Falconwing only then saw the other foal for what she was, and upon noting she had not one, not two, but three pairs of wings (as even the little ones counted), the colt's jaw dropped in shock. "Th-That's . . . whoa."
o A o
"I didn't know you could get more wings! Where'd you get them?" he prompted her.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 9:19 pm
Revenant blinked in surprise as the little colt regarded her with surprise. She hadn't snuck up on him! She hadn't been trying to quiet, and certainly hadn't used stealth in her approach, so it surprised her that he was so stunned by her approach. Still, she wasn't the sort of filly to actually take offense, and could only beam happily at the stranger.
He sure was different looking! Not only was it the grass and dirt that spotted his black coat, but he was covered in so. much. color! She could hardly believe that his mane was the color of sunset, and his wings were tipped in a dusky blue, and his tail ---
LOOK. AT. THAT. TAIL!!!!
It was the strangest thing she'd ever saw! Her silver eyes widened and a gleeful giggle escaped her, her wings flapping wildly in delight. Of course, she almost stumbled, caught herself, and laughed. What a great adventure this day was turning out be! She was about to apologize for scaring the funny-tailed colt when he suddenly stopped, stared, and gaped at her.
Freezing in position, one wing awkwardly open, the other folded, and the other two mixed up somewhere in between, even her ankle wings stilled. Was . . . . was something wrong? Revenant stared back at the stranger, before he suddenly explained his surpise. She had . . . more wings?
Blinking, the little filly's smile grew as she turned to examine her wings. "II . . . . I don't know where I got 'em! I always had 'em . . . I . . .think." She tilted her head, trying hard to think back to her earliest days. (Not that they were too long ago.) Still, she couldn't remember what it was like, and therefor couldn't remember or know if she'd always had them. She suspected as much . . .but. . ..couldn't say for sure. Shrugging a bit she giggled. "Where'd you get a tail like yours? I didn't think they came in different shapes. I'd want a tail just like that."
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 10:21 pm
Her wings may have flapped with delight, but Falcon saw it as a sign of dominance, maybe even flatting them as symbols of status. Always had them? "Suuuuure you did," he said, not so much derisive as much as it was a sighed sentence; well he would wheedle out the real reason eventually! But Falconwing was surprised at her attraction to his tail of all things, which he thought was as average as a crop of grass, and he looked behind him and wiggled it as if to see if something supernatural came about as a result.
"Always had this," he answered, because the little one didn't know what "hypocrisy" was yet. "My momma's got one, and the hooves too." He wiggled a forelimb to show off the cloven shape. "'Cuz she's got Cerynei blood. Wish I coulda gotten horns, buuuuut -"
Ah yes, his selling point! His magnificent, unique wings! Even six couldn't beat that, right? Falcon opened his pair up and wiggled them around proudly. "I got these form my poppa - no-one else has wings like them, not even my brother or sister!" he announced, head held high. "I bet they'd be bigger than any of yours. Speaking of." He gave the filly a suspicious look. "You've flown with those, right? Like fly fly, not just gliding?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 7:53 pm
Thankfully for the little colt, Revenant didn't know what hypocrisy was either, so she couldn't call him out on it. In fact, it didn't even occur to the ebony winged filly that he was basically dismissing her own statement, and yet using the exact same one when it came to his tail. The thought never occurred to her . . . .
Revenant ate up his words, every last one, pale eyes bright with delight at her new found friend. And they would be friends, whether he wanted to be or not! Friendship was not optional -- it merely was. Besides, he was one of the first smaller sorts she'd ever met. Clearly friendship was their destiny, just as it was in all the stories she heard.
"Ooooh! I've never met a cerynei before," she piped up happily, a small squeel in her voice as her rump wriggled excitedly. "My Papa has wings all over, just like me, but he got head wings too! And spiders, lots of spiders. And a horn." She added matter-of-factly, mimicking the other in the way he listed off features of his own parents. But unlike the other, Revenant was oblivious to the almost . . . competitive nature the stranger spoke. She figured he was just excited about his family and their features, just like she was her own!
"But neither my Mom or Dad have as fluffy wings as yours!" She added, looking over the thick black feathers and marveling over their peculiar features. They really didn't look like any sort of wing she'd ever seen, and she doubted she'd see them again. Best to memorize what they looked like, so she could tell her siblings all about it. They might not believe her if she fessed up to meeting a colt with mutant feathered wings. . . .
Thankfully though, the ebony colt turned the conversation to flight. Her eyes lit with a renewed glow (as if her earlier amusement and joy could be expanded upon), and gave a genuine laugh of delight. "I know how to fly! We couldn't leave the mountains on this trip without knowing how to, or so Papa said." She added with a cheerful smile. "Though I . . . I'm not that good. And can't fly for long, just cause Mama says I might strain my wing. Can you? Ooooh, we should go flying, yes, yes we should!" She added brightly, certain that it was the best idea ever.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 8:50 am
Head wings? Spiders? And horns? It was Falconwing's turn to gape as he imagined this brilliantly black stallion with, what, five pairs of wings (two on his back, one on his head, and one for each pair of legs) trotting about, spiders hiding in them or skittering around behind and about him, his horn piercing the heavens as he flew higher than any Soqiuli could; and the spiders probably hung onto him when he flew with their webs! So lost was he in this little dream that he almost didn't hear the rest of what the filly had to say.
Needless to mention, he was quite jealous she could fly already, whatever the length of time. As of yet Falcon hadn't managed to get his sometimes cumbersome wings to get the lift he needed. But . . . she didn't need to know that. Nor could he back down from the idea of going for a small flight session either - a, because of the wing deal; b, because Falcon was not one to back down from any challenge.
"Sure," he agreed with a grin, little tail wagging. "I was actually practicing on that hill behind me. We could have a race!" He turned and began to trot up the hill, acting like his legs still didn't ache somewhat from the crash fall mere minutes ago. No sir, he was moving with confidence, wings shifting anxiously at this hole he was digging for himself.
"They call me Falconwing 'cause of the way I fly like one," he told her upon reaching the crest of the hill, tossing his head in a most flamboyant manner. "Though you should know before you lose and all~"
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 9:10 am
The little colt's description of Cyn Generis was actually a bit accurate. Revenant's father was large, black, and certainly covered in wings and feathers of all sorts. Perhaps what wasn't relayed was the incredibly thick amount of hair that donned both of her parents, and the mess of tangles that often followed in their wake. Besides, if Falconwing thought her immediate family was fascinating, she hadn't even begun to tell him about her older, adopted brother Azumoth!
But that was neither here nor there, and Revenant was oblivious to the cerynei-wind's assessment of her father. She was too busy being gleeful about making a new friend, and couldn't wait to tell her siblings all about him. Not only did he have fluffy wings, but he was touched with color! And had the brightest hair she'd ever seen, and the cutest tail, and was absolutely going to be her best friend forever.
Because that's what friends were, right?
Glancing behind the little colt, the filly gave another happy squeel. "What a brilliant idea! Yes, we can have a race! I race with my siblings sometimes, but I . . . .I'm pretty clumsy so I bet you'll win!" She didn't mind though, not particularly competitive at this age and certainly not competitive in nature. She also knew that, while she could fly, she still had trouble and a lot to learn. . . . but she was confident in her abilities, as her family had made sure she could use her wings as a means of escape if something happened on their trip.
"I'm Revenant!" She chattered on happily, introducing herself in turn. "I . . . I don't know why I was named that really. But I guess it doesn't matter." She added with a giggle, trotting happily after her new found friend. His confidence was easily seen, and Revenant had no idea about the bluff he had told. It didn't occur to her that he would lie about his ability to fly, and so she expected they would have a great race. "This'll be fun and good practice!" She cooed, her tail happily flicking behind her in excitement. She absolutely couldn't wait to see how magnificently her friend took to the sky!
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medigel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 6:11 pm
((Let's see how well Falcon does, because leaving fate to dice is always a good idea right? 8D))
Revenant, huh? What a weird name for a weird girl - I mean, who told someone plain as day that they were clumsy? Or list off any weaknesses aloud anyway? Falcon gave her a strange look, then shrugged it off before turning to look down their race track. Now where to race to . . . "See that split tree?" he pointed out, referring to a redwood in the distance; it had been struck by lightning once, he had been told, right down the middle. Very easy to spot. "Last one on top there's skinwalker food!"
The colt crouched a bit, wiggling with anticipation. "Ready? Okay, three . . . two . . . one . . . go!" And Falcon took off, galloping as fast as his little legs could take him.
Surprisingly he found it easier the second time to run downhill - almost like gliding! Hope swelling in him, he unfurled his wings little by little, adding distance with each flap.
Maybe this time he actually would fly!
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Uta generated a random number between
1 and 10 ...
9!
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 9:16 pm
Ol-j-man Sorry for the delay m'dear!
"Race to the split tree -- got it! This'll be fun!" She cooed, pale eyes glowing bright with pleasure. Revenant gave all of her wings a good stretch, wriggling with excitement but trying her hardest to focus. She didn't want to trip down the hill, after all.
Oooh, if only her parents were there to see her! Then she could tell them all about her new freind with the funny wings and funny tail and how they'd raced and how much fun they had and - - oooh! They were starting! Giggling, the little filly took off down the hill to gain some momentum.
She just needed to make sure she didn't trip . . .
Thankfully, the filly didn't stumble over herself, as she had half-expected. Giving a happy leap just before the hill evened out at its base, the black one spread her wings and gave a few hard down strokes, doing her best to keep them in time just as she'd been taught. It was hard flapping two sets at the same time. . . . but at least she was now airborne.
Glancing back at her friend, she beamed, wanting to see how he was doing. She'd not flown with anyone other than her family before, and seemed to forget this was a race.
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medigel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 9:28 pm
Okay, so she was flying already . . . Time to pick up the pace, Falcon! The last thing he needed was for some taunts to rain from above, not when he was doing so well!
Unfortunately he didn't have to worry about the filly messing him up - he would do enough damage on his own. While the momentum he had was strong, the land had begun to level out, leaving him little time to get himself off the ground. Grunting, Falconwing jumped several times, each a little less higher than the last. His wings would flutter and keep him aloft for several seconds at most before he touched the ground again.
Not good enough! He was so close on that one leap, if only he had just a little more boost . . . ! Teeth gritting, he tried a fifth and final leap with no success: there wasn't enough time to get his wings lifting him, and a leg buckled as his weight fell on it. Though staggering and with a new strain on that leg, Falcon refused to give up and lightly jogged onward towards the tree, trying his best to favor the other three legs.
(( Total: 12. Next part is the final stretch! ))Uta Not at all~ /finalsfinalsfinals
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Uta generated a random number between
1 and 10 ...
8!
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:12 pm
((And to see how well she does in air. . . )) Revenant was happily airborn, even if it was a bit of hard work. Top wings, bottom wings, up and down, up and down . . . . Plus she had to remember to keep her legs tucked close to her body, and her little rump needed to stay up! Too often she felt herself sinking and struggled to regain height. She was far from a beauty in flight, but her parents had taught her the basics. . . .
She couldn't do tricks, and certainly didn't know the art of flying through thermals, but she was high enough to at least be dubbed a flyer. Furthermore, the young Revenant was slow. She had difficulty really moving in the air. A glance down at her companion proved that he wasn't able to quite get airborn, and instead was hopping . . . . Until he finally took off in to a bit of a lopsided lope.
"Awww, you're cheating!" She giggled happily, not at all upset by the fact he was hobbling on his legs toward the tree. She thought this was supposed to be a game of flight!
Doing her best to focus on the tree, the little ebony filly finally decided to focus. That was her goal, after all. Though she wasn't quite as fast as she might have been on land, she didn't appear to be having too much trouble. So what if she sometimes struggled to keep her rump up completely, or her legs tucked all the way, she was still well on her way to the tree.
((Total = 17))
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medigel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:21 pm
Cheating? How the heck was hobbling on three legs cheating?! If Falcon had the breath to, he would've snapped at Revenant for the stupid accusation. Falconwing does not cheat, thank you very much! He just . . . he just had very bad luck.
And it continued to plague him, for the filly was racing ahead with ease while he continued to plod onwards on the ground. Growling he fluttered his wings in an attempt to give him a little edge with each step, but it only served to tire him further. The tree was so close and yet so far . . . And he was breathing heavily from all those efforts. Tongue lolling, he made one last great effort to get to the tree first -
- and promptly tripped on his gimp leg when it crossed in front of his other one.
This time he didn't face plant, but Falcon's staggering had cost him, and with a whumph he fell to his side atop the broken tree's roots. "OW!" he cried, rolling off with a wince but having not the energy to do anything else.
Whyyyy meeeeeee? he thought with despair as he huffed some hair out of his face and stared up at the forlorn branches, for the moment just letting the fact of losing sink in.
((Total 15. WTG 8| ))Uta Ty~ I will need it. @@ Group projects done solo are not fun.
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Uta generated a random number between
1 and 10 ...
7!
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:51 pm
Revenant continued to push onward. She was flying as fast as she could, and she truly believed she was absolutely soaring . . . but in reality, she was barely moving faster than the bumbling foal beneath her. She had yet to really notice his limping -- from her vantage point, he was stumbling along, but she couldn't much tell much about his actual gait. . . .
Besides, she was focused on the tree! She absolutely had to get to the tree, because that was why they were racing! Like her poor companion, the little filly was also beginning to tire. She wasn't in quite as poor condition as the strained Falconwing, but her wings were still young and weak and in need of more practice.
Though she was tiring, the little filly did indeed make it to the tree. Her landing was pretty rough -- she took a few tumbling stemps forward, and had to race around the base of the tree -- but she waited happily for her friend to make it over. It was only when he was in his last straggled steps that she noticed his limp and how he threw himself on to the roots of the tree.
Did he . . .fall?
WAS HE HURT!?!?
"Falconwing~!" She cried out, eyes wide as it occurred to her that he might really be in pain. He didn't look very happy, and his fall had been pretty ugly on those roots. "Are you okay!? What happened?!" Wings flapping wildly, the ebony filly trotted over, wanting to make sure that he really was all right. "Do you need me to get my Papa? He's a healer . . . Are you bleeeeeding?" She was genuinely concerned and worried. It wouldn't do her good to have her newest friend keel over dead due to injury.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 6:37 pm
"M'fiiiiiine," he grumbled, wishing he could shoo Revenant off. Still, it was better than getting "I told ya so's" like he would from his siblings. Snorting softly, Falcon raised his head and tried to get back up, but his legs just didn't want to do anything yet, and he ended up just whumping on the ground again. "J-Just tripped, no big. Gimme a sec and I'll be up." He didn't want to involve family whatsoever in the stupid matter.
With a wince he stretched his gimp leg out a bit, feeling unpleasant tingles in his joint. S'not bleeding," he assured Revenant. "Probably just sprained it or something. So, Miss Winner, whaddaya want me to do?" At least the way he played it with his siblings, the winner got to choose one thing the losers had to do.
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