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 Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 6:59 pm
Roxibella's home was paradise. It was a fact that the girl hadn't questioned since her dramatic birth and similar childhood, when her rainbow blur of a father left her in her mother's hands and walked away. Sybella and her daughter got along swimmingly, running down the beach and sleeping in the sun and chatting all night long about pretty boys and vicious rumors. Their life was a simple one, but filled with hedonistic delights; late nights and later mornings, sips of fermented fruit juice, succulent meals of passionfruit and oranges and mangoes... but there was something missing. An aching in her chest drew out a wanderlust that Roxibella had never before experienced, a powerful want to trek beyond the beach and into the thick jungle that surrounded them, sniff out an adventure or better.
The centaur's rainbow tail flicked in the sand and she grumbled, throwing another rock into the water. Like the rest, it was swallowed by the waves before skipping, making the pout of her lips more pronounced. Yet again those red eyes flicked toward the forest. Perhaps there would be calmer waters there, pools or lakes or other bodies that didn't move with the breath of the earth. Picking herself up off the ground, Roxibella dusted sand from her pale flank before turning with a Cheshire grin on her face. If her mother noticed, as she reared and dove into a run, her voice was too far away to make a difference, and the girl was suddenly galloping through the underbrush, rainbow locks tumbling out behind her, everything about the teenager looking joyful and breathless.
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 5:05 pm
 Back in the jungle again Anhur searched for the most perfect quiet spot he could find. He loved his caretaker, he really did, but she was getting on his last nerve and so was everyone else back home. He was about to snap, his young blood being a bit hotter and angstier than those around him and him temper shorter, likely a result of he himself being a good four or so inches shorter than the average cattaur. The pink taur hated that almost no matter who he was talking to of his own species he had to look up at them and that his reach was drastically shorter, and it left him with a bit of a sour attitude most of the time.
Now though he was simply searching for a spot where he could just unwind in peace and quiet. He brought some scrolls and writing equipment with him so that he could practice his magic and enchanting, something else that was harder to do at home for some reason. After a good hour or so of searching he finally found a spot in a very small clearing that looked exactly like what he was hoping for. Looking around to make sure that no one else was around to bother him he hopped up onto a moss covered tree log and laid the scrolls out on the boulder adjacent, considering this a rather lucky find.
Anhur thought to himself for a few minutes about what kind of magic he should practice first, if he wanted to practice evocation, charming, or enchanting first. Once he decided he closed his eyes and concentrated, lifting his hands up and turning his palms to each other as he chanted to himself. Soon purple sparks of electricity flickered faintly between his palms, slowly growing more frequent and larger as he slowly started moving his hands apart, hearing the crackling of electricity growing steadily louder as well.
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