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[OPEN] Only a little gangly

Aithniel the Inquisitor Posts: 169
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Tribrid :: 15.0hh :: 4 Years HP: 75 | Buff: NOVICE
Zerachiel :: Royal Griffin :: Molten Dagger tamme
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Who would have thought that rich grass, exercise and sun would have been so beneficial? Aithniel did not exactly shoot up like a weed since she was not inherently very tall, but her bony hips and scrawny, narrow child's chest had all filled out. In adolescence, she was more refined, balanced, and the only hints of her youth were in a mane that still struggled to fall over onto her neck and legs still a bit too long. Muscles, new and strange, curved thickly over her rounded figure, and she marveled at her image in the oasis mirror, admiring her big wings.

Here, surrounded by feathered creatures, she grew brave enough to try flying again. Though at times, she could barely manage a glide, she was getting better. A running start was still needed, but the careful inclinations of her feathers were getting easier to control. Everything seemed to be falling into place - not perfect, but enough. Still, her mind, full of anger and pain, longed to right the wrongs in Helovia, but before she took up the mantle as judge, she needed to gain strength and wisdom.

Every conversation she could hear, she would listen, and her bright, silver eyes absorbed the world like a hungry sponge. Cloven hooves trotted around the water's edge, keeping to the shadows to avoid the bright, noonday sun hovering overhead. Aithniel watched the clouds roll by and a pair spar in the distance, nothing more than a clot of dirt at this point. Memories of the Basin met her fondly, and she wondered about Adelric and Erebos, needing to go visit the prince very soon. Alas, there were many things to do. Perhaps she should spar? Aithniel would have to learn somehow, of course.

"What do I do now..." she mused aloud, spreading her long, slender wings and jumping onto the cusp of a rock. She tilted them, testing the flow of wind and then sighed. Where would she even go? The world was vast, and she had barely made a dent. Aithniel needed to learn - she needed a class.



[[OPEN!!!]]

Aithniel
You ought to know where I'm coming from / How I was alone when I burnt my home
And all of the pieces were torn and thrown / You should know where I'm coming from
dry-oasis

But burn down our home
I won't leave alive


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Messages In This Thread
Only a little gangly - by Aithniel - 03-06-2015, 01:11 AM
RE: Only a little gangly - by Cera - 03-06-2015, 01:26 AM

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