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08-10-2012, 03:12 PM
Together they'd watched and waited, mother and daughter, for the wayward brother who'd gone to resolve things for himself. Sometimes it was only one or the other who wandered through the Threshold searching for signs of the tawny stallion with the canine friend. Today it was both, and perhaps it was a lucky thing.
Alike and unalike the two grullas paced amongst the trees, their search assisted by the blue dragon who soared the skies on wings that glinted sapphire in the light cast by the sun. It was he who spotted that glimpse of tawny, redirecting their path closer. It was the youngest who spotted the fleet black-and-white figure of Guns racing through the underbrush and darted ahead with flagging tail and up-pricked ears. The eldest who spotted the unexpected striped threat on four hooves that thundered toward the dog.
"Eyes sharp, Kimber!" She called after her daughter before Military Chieftess and her dragon surged into defensive action. The mare lunged forward, reaching for her magic to fling a cloud of smoke between the aggressive equid and her canid target, aimed with the aid of the dragon who dove down with the intent to intersect the brindled mare as well.
Kimber flinched and slowed with the verbal alert, blue eyes casting to the sides for the danger. Then she redoubled her sprint to reach Guns, knowing she'd reach the dog before her mother could come to their aid. Knowing she was little defense for the collie, her yearling frame too easy to shove aside. "Guns!" She cried, veering her path with the hope to lure the dog away from the strange mare. She hoped to distract him into guiding her to Ricochet while Smoke dealt with the mare who'd sought to hurt him.
Alike and unalike the two grullas paced amongst the trees, their search assisted by the blue dragon who soared the skies on wings that glinted sapphire in the light cast by the sun. It was he who spotted that glimpse of tawny, redirecting their path closer. It was the youngest who spotted the fleet black-and-white figure of Guns racing through the underbrush and darted ahead with flagging tail and up-pricked ears. The eldest who spotted the unexpected striped threat on four hooves that thundered toward the dog.
"Eyes sharp, Kimber!" She called after her daughter before Military Chieftess and her dragon surged into defensive action. The mare lunged forward, reaching for her magic to fling a cloud of smoke between the aggressive equid and her canid target, aimed with the aid of the dragon who dove down with the intent to intersect the brindled mare as well.
Kimber flinched and slowed with the verbal alert, blue eyes casting to the sides for the danger. Then she redoubled her sprint to reach Guns, knowing she'd reach the dog before her mother could come to their aid. Knowing she was little defense for the collie, her yearling frame too easy to shove aside. "Guns!" She cried, veering her path with the hope to lure the dog away from the strange mare. She hoped to distract him into guiding her to Ricochet while Smoke dealt with the mare who'd sought to hurt him.
