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Throatlings in the Snow - Ilios - 02-04-2016
I'd sell my soul just to see your face.
He hadn't inwardly complained about being sent this far north in the early Frostfall, but he sure bitched on the inside. His thin desert coat made it way to chilly for him. He trudged through the knee deep snow a scowl over his handsome face. The stallion was not happy about having to come all the way up there. Sure he had flown most of the way making it a much faster trip then the equines or unicorns would have done. he just hoped the others of his patrol would be here soon. The sun hung high in the sun as he found a descent place to stop and wait. There was a nice aspen standing alone about half way up the mountain. His mind wondered to Rexanna and her beautiful golden painted hide.And I'd break my bones just to heal your pain. A heavy sigh ruffled his muzzle as he imagined her running through the snow calling his name. A nasty nagging voice whispered that she would never seek him out. She could never love a winged stallion like himself. She couldn't ever fall for a desert dwelling boy. He was so naive to dream over such a beauty. She was older, more experienced, and much more mature. The stallion closed his silver eyes and tried to put her out of his mind. She would never fall for him, and he would never feel her sweet love. He sighed heavily and leaned against the tree. 'Hurry up guys.' His thoughts were grumpy as he tried to squish out his own feelings. Talk Words;; 253 OOC/Tags;; @Misael @Morrigan @Ivezho Sorry it's so short! RE: Throatlings in the Snow - Zahra - 02-10-2016 Zahra, Ilham, and Hanna It was pride that turned angels into devils
Zahra was hunting for wolves... Well, not hunting perse (the tender-hearted girl had not a cunning enough heart), but her bright, wide and inquisitive eyes were scanning the startlingly white horizon for any sign of the predators her family had so sworn to mind. It seemed like a strange concept to a creature who would ordinarily have been considered prey, but she was already fond of the family who had fostered her, and she wished with a solemn heart to do their generosity justice. Already the life she had lived with her sisters in the dank darkness of Deep Forest felt like an entire lifetime ago - a whole world away - and not ever could she remember feeling so fresh and free. Still, this task they had been given was more complex than it seemed, and when after an hour the little kitsune had failed to find trace of the elusive species, young Zahra gave up. "Oh, it's no use Bird..." she sighed, dragging a heavy black hoof through the soft surface of the snow dejectedly. She was under the impression that wolves were practically as prevalent as the rabbits they fed upon (she shuddered at the fleeting thought), and it was a terrible bother to learn otherwise. Bird's large triangle ears swivelled to meet the tune of her sister's frustrating, and a gentle whimper was offered in comfort. Perhaps it was time to admit defeat and turn for home - question Ashamin or Eldada about the actual whereabouts of these animals. "I think so," the filly hummed thoughtfully as though someone else had made the suggestion aloud, noting the sun's prime position in the vast blue sky with a brief glance. She turned with a smile back to the kitsune though suddenly and shrugged her small shoulders; "The day's still young, lets explore." They began a trek in a new direction - south east, towards the looming shadow of a mountain - through the thick blanket of snow, but soon enough paused when blurred movement in the distance ahead caught their notice. Twin ears danced forward, undeniably intrigued and broadening nostrils tested the cold air for any sign of the figure's identity - no wind blew around them to betray it. Still, Zahra was hardly deterred. Brushing the soft, golden fur between her pallid sister's ears, she broke forward at a brisk trot; all the while eager eyes were set upon the other. As she watched, the stranger came to rest somewhere high upon the mountain (melding into the dull shades of brown, black and grey), and for a moment the yearling's hope wavered. It seemed unlikely that they would find that stranger now... Never the less, they pressed ambitiously forward and after some time came to be climbing the flank of hill which she imagined, would reveal the location of the other. Carefully, and with useless wings held ajar, Zahra scrabbled upwards until a narrow goat track found their path - with significantly more ease, she and Bird (and the spider hidden safely upon her), hastened through the quiet afternoon towards the sky. @Ilios RE: Throatlings in the Snow - Ivezho - 02-14-2016 To truly understand the beast, one must meet him, and unlock that which beats within his glowing chest.
Ivezho had probably been a little too enthusiastic about being sent north for his patrol this season. He had intentions of coming this far north even more regularly than each season - while the Throat was definitely his home, parts of his heart lived up here. His fondness for the icy-eyed maiden urged him to travel this way - and having a patrol up here was just as good an excuse to listen to said fondness and increase his chances of seeing her again. The cold bit at his coat and the wind tugged at his mane and feathers , but Ivezho shone like a beacon against the wintry weather, a Sun in his own right, a light against the gloom of the snowy clouds above. The chill might have dampened the spirits of anyone else, but it only told Ivezho that he was closer to her, to the Basin, the land of unicorns and ice and snow. But, if it weren't for that, he would have agreed with Ilios' sentiments; it was bloody cold. "Hail, Ilios!" he called as his wings snapped out from his sides to scoop the chilly air and carry him towards the teal-and-crème stallion. In his flight, he noticed something, someone else. She was slight in build, dark and pale with streaks of gold in her hair - she had caught his eye, and as he landed deftly on the mountainside, his attention was swivelled towards her. "Hail!" he called to the mare, curious as to what he and Ilios might have found on their patrol. "Who goes there?!" Ivezho @Ilios @Zahra RE: Throatlings in the Snow - Ilios - 02-18-2016
I'd sell my soul just to see your face.
He stood silently upon the mountain grumbling inwardly about the cold climate when the sound of wings caught his attention. Silver eyes looked up curiously as his name was called. A smile touched his lips, he had heard the names of his assigned partners, but he wasn't so sure which one this was. "Hello! Are you Ivezho or Misael?" He smiled sheepishly up at the silver and black stallion. He noticed there was a faint glow coming from his body, drawing the stallion's curiosity. "I'm sorry I don't know your name, I'm still learning everyone's name." He chuckled softly then followed the stallion from the ground as he seemed to spy something.And I'd break my bones just to heal your pain. It didn't take but a few strides to find the young black white and golden girl. Then he noticed the small fox like creature moving with her. Sharp silver eyes gazed longingly at the beautiful four tailed, golden trimmed creature. He smiled even as he felt the familiar jealousy rise in his chest. "Hello miss!" He smiled brightly as he stopped a few feet away from her. She was young and pretty, and ever so familiar. His long tail swished at his hocks as he watched the pair. "I'm Ilios, we come from the Dragon's Throat. Who might you two be?" He smiled kindly down at the pair as he dipped his head towards both of them. He knew from Penna and Parelia, how much it could offend companions not to great them as well. He was sure someone somewhere would make fun of him for treating companions the same as horses, but he would just shrug it off. Silver eyes flickered to the stallion curiously. His words had sounded a little harsh to him, but as long as he stayed pleasant Ilios would ignore it. He didn't take to others speaking down to strangers, there was no point in being rude without a reason. He watched the stallion carefully, even if he was a herd mate, if he lashed out the stallion would be in for a rude awakening. For now he stood quietly turning his attention back to the filly and her fox creature. Talk Words;; 358 OOC/Tags;; @Zahra @Ivezho RE: Throatlings in the Snow - Misael - 03-01-2016
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