Changing Winds

Changing Winds

Bucephalus the Morningstar Posts: 292

Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE

Azeeza :: Orange-breasted Falcon :: None Tribs

10-09-2014, 03:28 PM (This post was last modified: 10-11-2014, 10:32 PM by Bucephalus.)

The night was filled with sound; from the chirping of crickets to the croaking of frogs, the dark was filled with a chorus of sound and song. And Bucephalus was the only one not participating. The stallion's ears flicked, picking up on the sounds of the night around him. He had been grazing beside a pond when the night symphony started up, and immediately he regretted his choice of landing ground. The waterfall alone was noisy, albeit beautiful, and a much needed relief from the frozen wasteland of the Steppe.

Annoying. The Pegasus finally had enough, shaking his head before rearing and spreading his wings, pumping them to send a small wind across the pond along with a sharp bellow. By the time his hooves returned to the ground, the pond was silent save only the bubbling of the creek and the rushing falls. Satisfied, he shook his wings before folding them and dropping his head down to continue his grazing. But right as he took the first mouthful, the frogs and crickets started back up again, and Buce's ears pinned back. Of course.

Giving up on that particular fight,(They were inferior creatures, after all) the Fresian crossbreed continued to graze, blocking out the sounds from his focus. He was terribly hungry after his long flight; green food was sparse on the slopes of the Frostbreath Steppe save for near the coastline there were scattered shrubs. The thick, sweet grasses of the pond were like ambrosia, returning strength and chasing away the exhaustion in his wings and shoulders.

Once he ate his fill, Bucephalus raised his head and began studying his surroundings, golden eyes curious. Spotting nothing of use from this vantage point, he spread his wings and sort of crow-hopped up the faint trail along the pond's cliff towards the top of the waterfall. There he stood, ears pricked sharply forward as he gazed out at the horizion. The view was beautiful, but he paid no heed to that. Instead he searched for any landmarks he could use for navigation; this land was new to him, although the terrain of the area was similar to his foalhood home valley.

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