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The faith of friendship (Questing; Ali)
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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164
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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER
Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya & Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic Angel
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Excitement couldn’t be measured within confides of language. Each raspy breath of cool evening air caressed wide lungs of a beast who sought to go higher, and when goal was achieved he pushed yet higher still; into an icy diamond sky. He hadn’t flown the wind with such spur since youth, and had almost forgotten how speed could quicken a heartbeat to a point of exhilaration. Angled wings shimmered pale against the moonless night, Midas shifted body weight to catch warm uplifting drafts that would reduce the amount of pumping required for such trying flight. Flexing limbs beat the passing breeze as if to offer aid.

Heart was higher than wings could take; and for good reason, he of all creatures had just been visited by his lord and savior. Mind was set toward a path of purpose, completing his charges quest would take time and he was more than ready to get started. By mornings first light his home could be seen just ahead, approaching Dragon Throat Midas slowed and took a moment to land at a canter that quickly turned into a light trot as he crossed the border. Ivory wings stayed semi outward so that the sweat that caked his charcoal hide would dry. Chest heaved as breathing returned to a normal rate; limbs trembled not with ache or weary but excitement.

It would be wise to seek a few hours of sleep before the afternoon sun got too high. Besides—he still had much to think about and brains seemed to do better when put at ease for a few mindless hours, with a bit of reserve he took lead toward the old magnolia. Sleep was a stern master and took even the most excitable studs into its gentle talons, but Midas wouldn’t allow mind to rest easy for long. After only three or so hours of dozing he awoke and went toward the lake to quench thirst and wash the mud and grim from his smelly body. Pausing to grab a bite of breakfast he turned toward the boarders, orbs seeking out a certain mare.

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The faith of friendship (Questing; Ali) - by Midas - 08-21-2012, 04:04 PM

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