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[PRIVATE] Walking on Air

Roland Posts: 230
Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE
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The moon had not yet crested the mountains, yet already the Aurora Borealis had come out to play. It sprawled across the darkening sky like a dancer, spinning and shifting over the stars with subtle ripples of colour. Roland eyed them with a muted fascination as he ambled over the flat ground of the steppe. Their novelty had worn off, after having seen them almost every night since his arrival in the Basin. But they still were eye catching, shimmering like a scaled fish as they spun through the atmosphere.

Roland was not simply wandering along the edges of cliffs for peace of mind and a change of scenery, however. His gaze fell back towards the earth, settling once again upon a winged shape in the distance. It was midnight against an already darkening canvas, standing on the brink of the precipice. Murky waves churned below, throwing salty spray into the air as the creature settled upon the rocks and looked out across the sea. The stallion drifted closer, buffeted by the wind and illuminated with the last of the sun’s dying light. As he neared, he saw white wings folded against its side, and with the steadily creeping nightfall, a deliberate glow had begun to spread across its charcoal features.

Roland glanced around warily, eyes sweeping over misshapen rocks, dying brush and golden grass, taking in the gleam of dull evening light against graphite. The horizon was empty, abandoned, garnished only by low lying clouds and a ribbon of stars unfolding across the sky. There was no one else in sight. The Impersonator let out a heavy breath and stepped forwards, hooves sliding through the thin layer of snow on the ground. He approached the other stallion from behind, slowly, and part of him felt he was trying not to startle him when the other half said that that was exactly what he was trying to do. A wry smile crossed his lips as he halted, having drawn up along Murdock’s left flank.

What brings you into the snowy north?” He enquired quietly, though his voice still seemed loud against the gentle whisper of waves and wind. His horn might have stood as a warning upon his crown to any other hornless, but his eyes were kind, illuminated in the dying twilight; and Murdock of all creatures had nothing to fear from the bronze Impersonator. His gaze swept across the curve of his comrade’s back and down over pallid wings. “You’ve come a long way just to enjoy the scenery,” he guessed, tilting his chin. “Or are you paying me a visit?


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Walking on Air - by Murdock - 11-30-2013, 05:11 PM
RE: Walking on Air - by Roland - 12-08-2013, 06:33 PM

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