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Altitude Grazing - Official - 06-09-2012 Khrysor March 28th, 2012 at 8:14pm Slowly leathery wings of dappled dun coloration folded and pressed against his back as Khysor landed upon the grassy mountaintop. It was winter, there was snow upon the ground though perhaps not as thick as it might have been if there was no wind. There was grass under that snow, and he had pawed through, revealing it. Now, for now, he was content to eat what he had exposed while the sun warmed his back and wings and the wind and snow chilled his belly and legs. He'd heard there were others here, others from Isilme yet at the moment the mountaintop was empty save for him. Lowering his head he glanced at the scars upon his legs for a moment before taking another bite of the frozen grass. He would find a purpose, a reason... He would make Sepagus proud and bring ruin to those that destroyed his homeland with their nonsense of equality. It was their fault the war had gone on as long as did, their fault for not accepting their inferior fate. Kri the Resolute April 1st, 2012 at 3:47pm I float on the wind, twirling among the clouds surrounding the mountaintop that had become my favorite refuge. Snow had fallen upon the meadow the night before, however, as the clouds raised in altitude to brush the peak with a light dusting. Still, the warmth of the sun had begun to melt the edge of the terrain, but I would fly until my wings got tired. Perhaps then, the ground would be revealed and I would be able to eat without scavenging in the world below; one could only hope. That was, of course, until my blue eyes fixated on a figure landing below. Leathery wings, much like Morgue’s, I noted with a taste of hogwash in the back of my throat, but lighter. The frame was masculine, though it appeared as younger flesh than my own. Quickly, pulling the wind along with me as I flew, I darted toward the grass below, landing with a spray of white snow and leaving a trail of grass in my wake. I galloped toward the boy, brilliant smile tugged on my sometimes rough features. I pull up on my gait and stop just before I reach him. “Hello, brother,” I say, my voice lightly chiding, as this was a male. I should probably refrain from using too large of words. “I have not seen you around. What might I call you?” |