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03-01-2014, 01:46 PM
Above the Threshold muscles flexed and tore against the cold of winter. Hooves striking out against the heavens, steam pushing from ivory nostrils with every stride - Feathers spread, light built bones unfolding, rising and lifting in powerful beats into the air. Snow pelted against his chiseled façade, melting slowly upon contact. Eyes of gold burden and narrow to focus through the wet climate. The very life of another rested upon his shoulders, should something happen to the stranger he would have to live with the mistake of leaving the Sanctuary forever. Quivering lips tuck closer to his gold painted chest, nape arched and silver streaked banner trashed behind as winter combed it with her fingertips. Had it been any other situation, he would have arose above the storm, and glided above natures wrath. Downside to that option would be no destination in site, no landmarks just fluttering assumptions. Lobes slicked back, hoping Aeryc was keeping pace behind. Bones groaned, joints clicking as he pressed his limits against the winds of the storm. Breathing deep the salvation of ash and smoke, steam filled the air and the notice in temperature slowly began to seep through his coarse fibers. Knowing the cave couldn’t have been too far off, he dove closer to the earth’s crust, wings flapping violently in circular motion as golden daggers danced upon moist earth and stone. Obsidian wings flashed against the heavens, holding a parallel stance as the wind sifted through them like butter. "Not far now!" Tones boomed from his shivering lips as he hoped it was loud enough the stallion could hear through the blistering winds from the storm. Almost in synced time, wings fell from either side and stretched once more before withdrawing to his sides, shifting and fluffing the ice and snow from their feather tips. Lungs burned from the cold, eyes finally able to open fully and grasp his bearings as they rested upon the Sanctuary walls. Motions fluid yet painful as he reined back, golden flints clack and tick upon the cave floor, melting snow dripping from his legs as he turned to gaze behind him, praying to see Aerycs lively eyes gazing back into his. Tags: @[Aeryc] - OPEN |
