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03-09-2015, 09:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-09-2015, 09:57 PM by Bucephalus.)
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Bucephalus
There's something just magical about flight. Period.
-Graham Hawkes It was about damn time. Long overdue, in fact. Honestly the Morningstar had dreaded this, dreaded meeting her once more, fearful her presence might give rise once again to the wicked one that took hold over his tongue and body. However he wasn't one to leave a distance between himself and another, not one to let wrongs fester between himself and the other like a wound untreated. Which was why he was wandering the sands on foot, gaze scanning the horizon for any sign of the familiar ruby-eyed mare, dread like a stone in his gut. And when he found her, it was with caution he approached, ears slightly back and wings flared out a bit, flashing the undersides in an instinctive, supplicant gesture. "Morrigan..." He called out before he stopped some distance away from her, a good few horse-lengths between them, gold eyes flickering over her form. Tallsun and Birdsong had been good to her, her coat looked far more sleek without the roughness of winter. The Morningstar did not approach, gaze settling on her own. This would be her choice whether to allow him to speak, allow him the chance to right what he did. The black stood still(well as still as he could be at any rate), ears pricked towards her, wings folding flat along his spine when he caught attention of the instinctive gesture they were making. She was not a pegasus... she might not see it for the gesture it was, but perhaps as aggression with the flared feathers. @[Morrigan] He's here to apologize and offer crafting that necklace as a bribe ;D |
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