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04-29-2015, 11:15 PM
CAVALLI
Dissolvable & tasteless; is there a powder to erase this?
Dissolvable & tasteless; is there a powder to erase this?
Drops of sunlight leaked like liquid gold through the scattered opacity of the leaves and needles above, flickering and fluttering strange patterns onto Cavalli's otherwise lackluster pelt. As he stood among his company (of whom, he'd concluded to himself, were a peculiar pairing) his inky gaze drifted listlessly from figure to figure. He couldn't help but to notice the unsettled demeanor of the mare stranger - her brilliant emerald irises switched almost nervously from him to the filly - but he said nothing regarding the apparent edge in the shifting of her slender, chestnut limbs.
Cavalli's half-hearted attention was severed from the mare and back to the child he'd followed when she flashed her teeth in an excited fashion toward him. She seemed to be attempting to communicate something very urgent, immediate, and his ears rocked forward. The stallion listened to the child's juvenescent voice, nodding gently as he heard the words bird and 'ungry. Even so, the dull presence of confusion bloomed on the edges of his brain. It was difficult speaking to a child; his own intellect seemed to be draining away. A weak, fragile whine manifested itself in the air, and at first Cavalli was unsure of its origin, but he remembered in that moment the small pup that had ridden between the young wings of the filly. That's Bird? he ventured mentally, squinting carefully at the petite, furry form of the pup. What kind of name is that?
Then the golden equine gave a suggestion, a rather careful proposition. Eggs? Cavalli lifted his head gently so that his eyes could meet hers, but her vert gaze had already upturned to the canopies, and he followed it up to the unmistakable outline of a small bird's nest. The female's voice came again, this time directed towards him. "If I knock it down," he started after a moment, pupils drifting around the equine's soft-featured face, "the eggs will just break." Ah, gravity was a bitch. Cavalli turned his speckled face upwards towards the nest above, estimating its height from where he stood. If he reached far enough, there was a possibility that he could take a portion of the nest in his teeth and bring it down safely without damaging the precious treasures inside.
Giving a small sigh that fluttered from his pinkish nostrils, Cavalli's hooves delicately took a few steps back. The nest was suspended in a smaller sapling tree, one he could was almost certain he could reach if he tried hard enough. His face remained tilted up, eyes scrutinizing the figure of the nest, and he used what amount of muscle he had to hoist the upper part of his body from the ground. Rearing back onto slender hind legs, he strained his neck to attempt to reach the nest with his snout. Pinkish front hooves bobbed aimlessly, suspended in the air as he reached for the prize. However, after a few seconds passed, a surrendering snort released from his nose and his front limbs returned to the earth with a heavy thud. Determinted but quietly so, he squinted at the nest, turning his body beneath it so that he might find a more precise angle. Cream hued tendrils of his tail whipped against his flank once, and he maneuvered himself so that he was directly under the nest's outline. Tensing his muscles, he lifted his upper body again into the air, balancing on his hind legs. Reeeaach, he growled internally to himself, nape excerting force so that it might stretch just enough to find the cache. Finally, oily lips brushed against leaf and twig, and he used his teeth to gently seize the corner of the bird's creation.
This time when he landed, he bore gifts.
Carefully, Cavalli lowered his head and placed the nest near the filly and the pup. "This what you need?" He blinked down at the nest's interior. Two ivory eggs seemed to gleam from within. He stepped back gently, and turned his denim gaze back towards the mare. She'd asked him his name, as she had previously the filly. "Cavalli," he breathed, after learning hers, and he went back to watching the child.
Word Count: 692
OOC: @[Zahra] & @[Bellisma]
