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01-09-2014, 04:17 AM
On the ground, the aura of the normal day seemed to be strange. Pelt prickled, it started to become evident to Phoenix that something was wrong. The familiar buzz of muffled speaking was cut off. The Oasis seemed to sound vacant, with no life within it. The powerful beats of wings suddenly sounded over head, and the gruff voice of a male rang out, catching Phoenix's attention. What he told him confirmed the worst of the stallion's fears. Something was seriously off. Turning his body around in the different direction, a nagging thought bugged Phoenix. What if there were herd mates left behind in the Throat. But by the organized position these horses were flying in, he had a feeling that the others were safe.
Breaking into a spring, he leaped into the air, beating powerful wings harshly in order to catch up to the swift flying group. Craning his palomino head back once more to catch a glimpse of his home, he glided gracefully besides the brute (but not too close, for their wings would hit each other). Phoenix swore he recognized the man from somewhere, of course they were herd mates. "What's the trouble?" Vocals were worried, and he wondered if Godiva and Africa were protected with the rest of the Throat. Their pace continued briskly as they flew farther and farther away from the arid desert. Curiousity was burning, as the stallion seriously wanted to know what was the threat to the Throat.
They were heading in the familiar direction of the fabled Helovia's heart, a place where Phoenix had never been to. Well, there was always room for first times.
Breaking into a spring, he leaped into the air, beating powerful wings harshly in order to catch up to the swift flying group. Craning his palomino head back once more to catch a glimpse of his home, he glided gracefully besides the brute (but not too close, for their wings would hit each other). Phoenix swore he recognized the man from somewhere, of course they were herd mates. "What's the trouble?" Vocals were worried, and he wondered if Godiva and Africa were protected with the rest of the Throat. Their pace continued briskly as they flew farther and farther away from the arid desert. Curiousity was burning, as the stallion seriously wanted to know what was the threat to the Throat.
They were heading in the familiar direction of the fabled Helovia's heart, a place where Phoenix had never been to. Well, there was always room for first times.
