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05-26-2015, 04:28 PM
Home again. It felt good to be back after a little bit of a stint away; the sand cushioning his hooves, the sharp air of heat, dust and sea filling his lungs, empowering him, and most of all the comfortable warmth of the late autumn sun. The sun was still young in the sky when the Morningstar touched down at the Dragon's Throat, Azeeza coasting on familiar thermals high above, the pair sharing in their delight at their homecoming. Bucephalus paused, stretching out his wings to shake off the weariness of the night's travel before he folded them against his spine, standing a bit by the shore of the still-newborn strait, merely soaking in the presence of the place that had, against his will, become a new home. Nearly a year he had thrown his weight behind the Dragon's Throat, working himself to exhaustion for them, laughing with them, and even if a few seemed a bit too... insightful about him, he couldn't deny it. Fuck. He loved them. Azeeza's shrill cry of delight had the black's head lifting, gazing up as a familiar phoenix swooped towards them, Azee rushing to meet her chickhood friend before the phoenix turned and flew back towards the direction of the Oasis, then back to them, a clear sign to follow. Buce nudged the falconet, urging her to keep pace with her sky-sister as he took off, galloping across the sands as fast as his long legs could carry him, golden eyes bright as he sped across the desert, a small plume of sand puffing up as his hooves struck the earth. "Gaucho!" He called out as the dun's all-too familiar figure loomed close, flaming wings and antlers a dead giveaway to the Sultan of the Throat. A grin cracked on the Morningstar's features as he slowed to a canter, then a trot as he approached the Wildfire, head dipping in respect. "What, no welcome home party? I'm disappointed." He tsked, stopping before the dun. He'd only been gone a few weeks, half a season at most(honestly he hadn't counted), but it had been enough for him to relax, to bleed away strain that had threatened to consume him, to return to a pretty much normal state. Which meant soon all would feel his wit again. Oh, it was good to be home. |
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