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We Aren't In Kansas Anymore...

Hector Posts: 262
Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE
Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream
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01-18-2015, 10:38 PM

No Time for Lies and Empty Fights


Another day, another dollar...

There was nothing romantic about his intentions. It was his duty, his service to the Sun.

Hector landed for the second time in as many weeks in one of few glades large enough to accommodate his mammoth wingspan; already the pungent hue of rot and pine had part choked him – it was a fragrance he thought little of, certainly a far cry from the dry, dusty taste of the desert. He glanced around him with red, velvet nostrils tilted towards the canopy, pumping curiously in search of any other scent to suggest he was not alone.

It seemed not, and even the leftovers scattered through the grass were dry, stale and devoid of any trace remotely worth pursuing. Lowered lips gathered hurriedly the peeping tips of wiry forest grass and Hector swallowed them quickly, ears roving atop the soft rippling of his mane as the warm wandered hurried by. He maintained a high level of alert, even while his Boggart companion lolled about the ground nearby, inspecting a trail of black ants that were none the wiser that their audience existed – lucky too that he had not been born with telekinetic ability.

Veci was hardly a reliable lookout lately...

Then, without any prior warning (no murmured footstep, no flicker through the shadows), the sign Hector had been waiting for graced his fluttering nose. Skull lifted instantly and chin tipped high into the air, testing the scent. At last, he sighed, prompting the lazy ghost to return. Large hooves guided his sinewy form around, and he set of briskly between the trees surrounding his small sunlit landing strip.

He travelled into the breeze, naturally, and his careful gaze scanned constantly the forest surrounding the old, rough path he strode along. A small time later, the dark silhouette of another attracted his attention, and the tawny soldier paused with one knee suspended in waiting; watching, assessing. There was something strange about his approach (no matter how indirect it was), it caused an unintentional delay – lingering and staring – perhaps until they were almost upon one another.

"Ai!" He called out finally, broken from thought by the shrill alarm of a bird in the canopy. Eyes glanced briefly towards the sound, but he presumed it insignificant; a snake perhaps, or a rival daring to close. Whatever distance remained, Hector closed it conscientiously and gradually and offered the traditional Pegasus greeting with lifted, ruffling feathers.

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Messages In This Thread
We Aren't In Kansas Anymore... - by Telesaan - 01-17-2015, 09:19 PM
RE: We Aren't In Kansas Anymore... - by Hector - 01-18-2015, 10:38 PM
RE: We Aren't In Kansas Anymore... - by Telesaan - 01-24-2015, 10:07 PM
RE: We Aren't In Kansas Anymore... - by Hector - 02-07-2015, 06:02 AM

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