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12-12-2013, 09:24 AM
Gentle currents of the wind caressed the palominos wings as he slowly drifted through the air, going with the flow. Emerald eyes looked on the land below with a nonchalant gaze. The woods weren't where he belonged. The rich expanses of flat land was where he resided, able to see the sun and touch the air with one leap. Flight called to him, and it was a torture not being able to see the sky above.
Elegantly dipping to one side with a tilt of his wing, Phoenix stooped lower to the tree tops and selected a clearing as his entrance. Landing precisely, the palomino stallion felt himself falling after such a landing, cutting himself on the littering branches. It was the first time a little incident like this has happen, and irritation sparked through his body along with embarrassment. At least he wasn't badly hurt, and no one witnessed it, but a faint pain lingered around his ankles.
Hauling himself up, he shook off the feeling of uneasy, shuffling his massive wings to his sides as he continued walking throughout the place, eyeing the massive trees and the blockaded sun. He was a creature meant for freedom. Not far into the forest, he anxiously paused as he heard the voices of others lingering. A female, frail and small whimpered out a meek call. His heart clenched a little seeing someone so hurt. Another appeared, another young mare coming to greet the fallen one.
She spoke of something called the Lost Kin. Phoenix smiled remembering the one missy that founded a small group like that to find her father. Of course, he helped interested. This "Lost Kin", interested him greatly, but his loyalties were already bound to the Dragon's Throat. He only hoped that this group she was founding wasn't dangerous, because it would be a pity to fight against such a kindred soul. Ever more still, a stallion joined the fray, stirring up even more shyness in the lad. He didn't know how to socialize with strangers, but he had to put on a bold face.
With one flip, his long mane brushed away from his vibrant orbs. A cheery voice spoke out. "Hello!" The palomino stallion was shining with energy, even though internally he was trembling. Of course he did feel glad that he was meeting new horses, but at the same time he wondered how they would react. He wasn't over cheery. Just modestly friendly. "Welcome", nodding his head towards the chestnut overo mare. "I'm Phoenix, and I'm from the Dragon's Throat", vocals slowly became steadier with less spark. Nervousness settled itself in his throat, and he forced himself to stay calm.
"The Lost Kin seems really interesting", truthfully speaking, the stallion was straight forwards and actually wanted to know more about the group. Not to immediately report it, but just to know what it was about. It was these groups that sparked curiosity in him, considering he was part of one before. He wished to be something big once more, to help him regain confidence. Like being the "Phoenix" of his last herd in faraway lands. Helping his people had made him feel important, and like a martyr looking after those he cares about.
Even though Solace and Aurelia had mentioned their groups, the stallion wouldn't advertise his home yet. He felt as if he would come on too fast to the beautiful newcomer. She was very pretty, along with the golden mare, Aurelia. With one look, he looked at her vibrant colors, and found her tones very kind. He stood silently after speaking, not saying a word until the others spoke.
//Urgh. >.< It'll get better ^^"
Elegantly dipping to one side with a tilt of his wing, Phoenix stooped lower to the tree tops and selected a clearing as his entrance. Landing precisely, the palomino stallion felt himself falling after such a landing, cutting himself on the littering branches. It was the first time a little incident like this has happen, and irritation sparked through his body along with embarrassment. At least he wasn't badly hurt, and no one witnessed it, but a faint pain lingered around his ankles.
Hauling himself up, he shook off the feeling of uneasy, shuffling his massive wings to his sides as he continued walking throughout the place, eyeing the massive trees and the blockaded sun. He was a creature meant for freedom. Not far into the forest, he anxiously paused as he heard the voices of others lingering. A female, frail and small whimpered out a meek call. His heart clenched a little seeing someone so hurt. Another appeared, another young mare coming to greet the fallen one.
She spoke of something called the Lost Kin. Phoenix smiled remembering the one missy that founded a small group like that to find her father. Of course, he helped interested. This "Lost Kin", interested him greatly, but his loyalties were already bound to the Dragon's Throat. He only hoped that this group she was founding wasn't dangerous, because it would be a pity to fight against such a kindred soul. Ever more still, a stallion joined the fray, stirring up even more shyness in the lad. He didn't know how to socialize with strangers, but he had to put on a bold face.
With one flip, his long mane brushed away from his vibrant orbs. A cheery voice spoke out. "Hello!" The palomino stallion was shining with energy, even though internally he was trembling. Of course he did feel glad that he was meeting new horses, but at the same time he wondered how they would react. He wasn't over cheery. Just modestly friendly. "Welcome", nodding his head towards the chestnut overo mare. "I'm Phoenix, and I'm from the Dragon's Throat", vocals slowly became steadier with less spark. Nervousness settled itself in his throat, and he forced himself to stay calm.
"The Lost Kin seems really interesting", truthfully speaking, the stallion was straight forwards and actually wanted to know more about the group. Not to immediately report it, but just to know what it was about. It was these groups that sparked curiosity in him, considering he was part of one before. He wished to be something big once more, to help him regain confidence. Like being the "Phoenix" of his last herd in faraway lands. Helping his people had made him feel important, and like a martyr looking after those he cares about.
Even though Solace and Aurelia had mentioned their groups, the stallion wouldn't advertise his home yet. He felt as if he would come on too fast to the beautiful newcomer. She was very pretty, along with the golden mare, Aurelia. With one look, he looked at her vibrant colors, and found her tones very kind. He stood silently after speaking, not saying a word until the others spoke.
//Urgh. >.< It'll get better ^^"
