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[OPEN] ceaseless motion [Mesec or Destrier]

Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
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With a fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene

Ampere stood along the coast line, lips pulling at the thin, rather sour grasses that found the strength to grow here. Oddly enough she liked the zing of the flavor on her tongue. At the very least it broke up the monotony of picking at the short, sweet, dew-dropped grasses that were better suited for her nutrition and her pallet; rebelling in every way possible.

The summer sun overhead was strong, as it had been nearly every day this season, but with the morning still fresh the air remained pleasant and Ampere retained the cold clasp of sleep. For this reason she stood with her back to the climbing sun, wings slightly stretched from her sides to better collect the warm rays as they gradually seeped into the sky. She shifted her weight from limb to limb, pausing as she grazed to stretch whenever she found a kink. Being young yet Ampere didn't have very many of those, but it was a routine she followed diligently. It even brought a smile to her lips as a memory wafted into her consciousness, of a time that seemed far too long ago and yet, was achingly near.

Her grandsire had been grunting and groaning on a morning akin to this, but in a meadow not by the sea, and she had laughed at him then, her muzzle still fresh with milk from breakfast. She poked and prodded at him as he struggled to stand, not realizing then as she did now that his aches and pains were not humorous, but rather a sure sign of that inevitable fate drawing near. He'd taken it in stride though, as he always had, and soon enough was chasing after her in a game of tag. In the twilight hours afterwards her mother had lectured her on the importance of stretching.

The thought of it drifted away as a wave crashed into the shore with a gentle roar. Ampere's gaze softened, glancing at the waters with a distant fondness. Somewhere beyond, was her grandsire still alive, still grunting and groaning this hour? "I hope so," she confided to the wind, wrapping her wings about herself as there was no one else nearby to hold her.

Ampere was reminded poignantly of her loneliness.


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ceaseless motion [Mesec or Destrier] - by Ampere - 11-02-2013, 07:27 PM

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