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The dull ache in his temples came like an unkindness, and while he attempted sincerely to ignore it, his resistance was short-lived. Vague pain settled somewhere in the depths of his cranium, pulsing to the beat of his heart and sending needles through his skull with every inflation of his lungs. Accustomed to such discomfort, the creature persisted in the gait of his slow amble. His travels had been taxing. The perpetual movement had deteriorated his body into nothing more than canvas flesh draping over bone, and his limbs had grown knobby and unstable. Blowing a sigh through his notstrils, Cavalli paused for a moment, lifting his head just enough so that his eyes could capture the distance. Orangemoon's recent birth had not yet stolen the vert color from the leaves, but with the impending chill it would not be too great of a time before the edges began to brown and crumble away. Denim eyes scrutinized the granduer, although his facial expression remained distant.
Trees sprouted in abundance and the pungeance of raw earth perfumed the air with an organic aroma. Lifting his pinkish hooves gingerly to step across overgrowth and the occasional fallen limb, Cavalli's difficulty intensified. The forestry here wasn't easy to maneuver.
Like two massive carcasses, the creature's feathered wings hung limply at his sides. A birth defect had resulted in his wings' permanent paralyzation. Dragging them alongside his barrel, he cursed the deadwieght under his breath. The ends of his wings dragged heavily through the vegetation, snagging on undergrowth and soiling their cremello sheen even further. The damaged and frayed feathers that adorned them were a testament to his journeying. Lowering his head, Cavalli was mindful not to accidentally step on one of them. A stringy tendril of blondish forelock draped down with the movement, parting naturally so that it rested against his dotted cheek.
His headache intensified, and a muted groan of annoyance rippled from the pegasus' throat. Denim eyes lifted slowly and spectated his surroundings, and he guessed that he was alone save the birds flitting through the canopy overhead, however he couldn't be sure since his ears were folded lazily against the back of his crown. He wasn't much of a listener. Regardless, the intellectual stallion was curious as to where the inhabitants of this realm roamed. Working around the fiery pangs in his brain, Cavalli paused and speculated.
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