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This is something
All or nothing
RIFT
The laughter that spilled from his friend's maw was contagious and Rift felt his heart swell with joy. How long had it been since he had laughed without restraint? He had a sneaking suspicion that with Tilney at his side, he wouldn't have to ask that question any more. Casting a cheerful sidelong glance toward the honeyed gent, Rift listened carefully; small, splashes of white, antlers, flowers, often lost scarf, and by looking at his new found friend, beautiful.
As Tilney's well-muscled form loped into the trees, Rift spread his wings. Eyes trained upon the eggshell blue of the sky, the scarlet stallion didn't bother with a starting sprint. One powerful down stroke, two, three, and four, he was off the ground, the muscles in his shoulders slipping below his skin with a practiced strength. As the earth dwindled beneath his slate hued hooves, Rift pushed forward over the treetops, flashing a grin at the shrunken form of Tilney cantering below.
As his eyes roved the verdant grove, he made sure to keep track of his friends' golden form beneath, tracking him carefully as he scanned the earth for any form of trail. Deer trails attempted to trick him and birds flitted below to momentarily block his view, but skilled as he was in tracking down his own wayward sisters (blessed be their lost souls), he found his place again with relative ease. As long as Tilney remained below, a live version of who they were looking for, Rift had no doubt that they would find the antlered stag's sister.
Determination was a stubborn sort of pride.
words: ### | tag: c: | notes: So really go however you would like with this, powerplay Rift doing stuff, losing track, whatever you'd like. If you'd like to end the thread, just lemme know, if not, WHATEVER CAN HAPPEN YEEHOOOOOOOO
@Tilney
All force toward Rift is permitted, barring permanent injury and death.
All non-aggressive contact is permitted.
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