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11-02-2013, 09:27 PM
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| Hmm. A desert. That was new. Antero was certainly used to the lush, fertile land of his previous home, and the concept of a desert was something entirely new to him. It was still damn hot, the Tallsun solar radiation bouncing off the sandy desert base and reflecting in the form of distorting wavelengths into the air; but, as if with a movement of mercy, nature granted this place a break from the wretched humidity he had experienced at the Threshold. This, this break from the humidity, was something he could get used to. Rasta had given him directions to this location, and he had followed them quite happily. He was an explorer at heart, a scout by nature - he had started as such in the army back home, and he was putting these skills to good use as he approached the desert basin. His keen amber eyes scouted the land he soared above, his broad wings catching thermals to gain height or finding pockets of sink to descent. He was an agile flier, and an efficient one - if he didn't need to flap his wings to ascend or descend, he didn't. As such, he had much more energy after a long flight, and now, he appreciated the weather of his new home as another pocket of sink aided his descent. The bay stallion landed gently upon the lush earth around the oasis, a place he figured he would not only find drink and sustenance, but the other members of his new herd as well. From what Rasta had mentioned, Dragon's Throat seemed to be a thriving place; it was a vast territory though, and he had only seen signs of other horses in his flight into the desert. Even now, it seemed like the watering hole was vacant - at least, from what he could observe from above. With a shrug, Antero dipped his head, savouring the sweet taste of the Throat's water and then turning to have a bit of a graze on the greenery nearby. So far, this wasn't so bad - yes, he could get used to this. |
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