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 Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2016 8:55 pm
This is private roleplay between Aquila (Teh Cheryl) and Horse (Teh Cheryl). Please do not post without permission. 
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2016 8:57 pm
Aquila hummed to herself as she skipped along to meadow, idly wondering if there was anything interesting to see or do today. Her siblings and parents were all busy, and she had been left to entertain herself for the day. These were rare days though, days that she was quickly learning to savor for herself. It wasn't that she didn't love her family, but sometimes it was nice to have some time to herself. The family was always so close, so loud, that sometimes Aquila just wanted to spend some time to herself and explore or think or just lay in the sun and daydream without being interrupted.
Her parents always preferred to keep her and her siblings close to them, especially when they were younger and fresh from the warm confines of their baskets. The doted on them, perhaps overly so, but Aquila preened under their attention.
But, even still, days like this were to be cherished. She was rarely allowed on her own, and she had a feeling she was only allowed now out of an oversight. Her mother likely thought her father was watching her and vice-versa, so she might as well enjoy the freedom before they noticed.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2016 8:58 pm
This land was so strange. The air was light, a breeze running casually through and the tinkling if branches and leaves was its own music. The temperature was so mild, temperate, and Horse reveled at the lack of the usual hot, burning against her back and neck. It was a relief from the jungle, with its oppressive wet hear that made her feel like she was wading through a river without the relief of the cool water running over her back. Her skin had long gotten used to the harsh desert sun, he coat cropped short to keep her as cool as possible and her skin darkening and thickening over the years to ease the burn. The skin around her brittle ankles had long toughened, used to treading on the hard packed dirt that made her knees ache more and more as each year passed. This lush wonderland, with its soft fertile dirt and abundance of life was a change that she welcomed, however tentative she was.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2016 8:59 pm
Aquila tumbled into the valley with a happy shout, purposefully rolling into the field of wildflowers and sending petals and leaves up into the air from the motion. She slowly her roll to a stop, sneezing as a dandelion's fluff tickled her noise and giggled as she watched the small little seeds scatter up and away in the soft, gentle breeze. She closed her eyes for a moment, focusing on the scratchy feeling of the thick stems digging into her side and the tickle of more petals against her ankles. When she opened her eyes she stayed on her side, not moving and enjoying the slow moving clouds above her with one eyes.
Her front right leg was tickling again. It had been doing that more and more often lately, and sometimes she would look down and think to see soft black wisps of something wrapped around her leg. But then she would blink and it would be gone. She tapped her right ankle with her left claw, scratching the itch before rolling further onto her back and tried to focus again on the bright clear blue sky.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2016 8:59 pm
She continued onward, walking straight forward and keeping the rising sun to her right flank. She did not know her final destination except to move further and further away from her old home. This time, however, her scenery did not gradually change as it had before. One moment she was in the dense forest, shadows cast over her body and trees surrounding big side, and the next moment she found herself in a open meadow filled with tall grass and wild flowers.
She paused, unsure once again for what felt like the thousandth time since she had left her homeland. It looked so peaceful, quite and serene. She could see small colored insects with their brightly colored wings flying in lazy loops over the flowers that ranged from bright, burning red to a soft, sunshine yellow. She stayed hovering at the fringes, wanting to feel the sun against her skin and the open breeze, but...
For her entire life, such openness was an invitation to injury, attack, and death. There was no shelter in the meadow, not large boulders she could shield herself from predators from or caves she could easily duck into. Even the wildflowers, for all their abundance, only came up to her knees and would provide no protection. Her instincts screamed at her to run, to walk along the edges and stay carefully shrouded in the shadows.
But.
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