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02-05-2015, 07:19 PM
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She couldn't explain it, only that the sensation both alarmed and shook her.
"Khalasar! A booming voice in her head that interrupted her thoughts and startled her awake. Yet she was alone, breaking the wind with her wing beats and kicking out her back legs with each forceful thrust. Her body pivoted as she turned around to fly in the direction of the summoner.
The location wasn't to difficult for Astrasza to find. From the distance she could see a collection of horse's gathering she could only assume were her herd mates. The wind howled as she descended for a landing. Her wings tilted forward to slow her, legs extended to land gracefully in the sand behind the crowd.
She felt the presence of the summoner. She squeezed her way into the circle of eyes to avoid feeling out of place, and her icy eyes settled on a dun winged who stood under the spotlight of the herd's watchful eyes. Astrasza could feel his very authority, his posture, his energy told her he's probably the king of her territory. She dazed from one face to another, she only recognized one. The stallion dressed in a black tuxedo with gold speckles splattered across his sides.
Astrasza moved like a shadow through the mumbling mouths to Bucephalus' side, checking him over twice to make sure she wasn't mistaking his form for someone else. No, it's him. Astra opened her wing closest to him to give him a friendly nudge on the shoulder "Oi, remember me?" She mumbled to him. He might not, it's been forever since that day. She hoped he did, but he might not. "Wha's goin' on here, Buce?" She asked him in her common slang tongue.
She looked over each new face, all these horses are her family? Wicked cool. It made her smile to think these strangers would likely fight for her as they would expect her to do the same. And she would, of course.
