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11-08-2014, 06:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-08-2014, 06:25 PM by Bucephalus.)
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Seriously. Why was he back again at the Threshold? Ears flicked back, and his gaze idly drifted down to the forest. Perhaps... he wanted to bring others to Throat out of genuine desire, rather than a sense of obligation. That idea puzzled the stallion, and a sudden gust of wind jarred him in his moment of distraction. With a laugh, he grinned at nothing. "Are you giving me a message?" He questioned, feeling the smooth flow of the air beneath his wings change slightly as he slid into a different wind, and adjusted for it. Ah, the glory of flight. He had so much control, yet so little, completely at the mercy of the air itself with naught but his own skill and wings to combat any disasters. Even leisure flight was dangerous, as his moment of distraction proved. One could never tell when the winds would change. He returned his gaze to the ground, and nearly flew right past the two equines; and he had to take a second look to make sure he didn't imagine it. Yep. A pegasus and hornless unicorn. Though, he didn't know exactly what to call it. Horse was a term for pegasi, and now unicorns to him, not a species of it's own. Dipping one wing and fanning the other, the stallion twisted his body and turned, then tucked his wings and did a rather slow glide-dive down to the pair, landing in a faint flurry of snow. "Apologies, but do either of you belong to a herd?" This felt awkward to the stallion, although he wouldn't let that show for matter of pride. His falcon-like wings settled on his back, and he studied the two mares curiously as he awaited an answer, although the cold biting at his coat was rather uncomfortable. Both mares caught his attention in different ways; one for her lack of horn or wing and the other for her rather unusual markings. Bucephalus had to keep his gaze moving from either mare; would not do for him to be caught staring. As tempting as it may be. Then, he caught sight of it. A tree... was growing from the hornless one's back. His jaw almost dropped, but he managed to stop it, although his eyes went wide slightly. Out of all the outlandish things he had been thrust into; this had to take the cake. He wasn't sure if the tree was growing on the mare, or if it was just...sitting there. Bucephalus
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