Sticks And Stones

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[OPEN] Sticks And Stones

Bucephalus the Morningstar Posts: 292

Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE

Azeeza :: Orange-breasted Falcon :: None Tribs

11-10-2014, 02:17 AM

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He couldn't help but laugh at her words. What did count as crazy here? He supposed what he had been doing could be considered crazy... but it was just logical that he try to see if the same magic flowed here as it had in his homeland.

"There's much to see, Morrigan, provided you try to see." Being downright cryptic, he winked and trotted past her, flicking his tail into her face playfully. "I didn't purposely come here. I've been wandering for a few months, but i have been an exile for far longer. Come, i'll show you why the desert is not 'monotonous'." He called over his shoulder, wings settling on his back comfortably as he walked with ease across the sand. His hooves still retained the broadness of his Arabian descent, and with his desert upbringing the loose sand was no problem for him. In fact he found it wonderful; running on stone hurt one's hooves from the jarring shock of it. But sand... running on sand was almost similar to flying. You hardly felt it when your hooves hit the ground, unless you hit an air pocket. Then you were doomed to get a nice mouthful of sand.

He found what he had been looking for, and he stood atop a rather large sand dune, turning his head to look back patiently at Morrigan. He had found this earlier, and it was a welcome sight. "Hurry, you're going to miss it." He called, tail swishing as he turned to face her fully.

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