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10-13-2015, 08:42 AM
The chestnut had spent the afternoon exploring, suddenly finding himself restless sitting in one place after having traveled the wilderness for so long. The discovery of a little well trod track up the side of a mountain, just west of his new home, was a welcome one. With a spring in his step he advanced upon the summit, breaking through the clouds with youthful energy, small rocks coming loose under hoof it was miraculous he had not yet slipped up. There was little to see through the fog, but it felt oddly homely, a connection he could only link to the World’s Edge; how odd it was to think that in such short time he had come to know the cliff side kingdom as home.
It was just as he thought to turn back, when squabbling voices drew the young stallion on, into the thick of the clouds that enveloped his body in cool mist. Like theater curtains, the clouds parted and his hooves left rock for soft, springy grasses and wildflowers. A natural treasure, a hidden wonder! If he had the ability to steal land this one would be his. The source of the voices came from a pair so deep in heated conversation that they did not even bother to look his way, though he was surely in their line of vision. The larger gathering noticed him at least and he felt himself gather up, standing tall with pride. Both groups seemed too entangled in their own matters that he was practically overlooked! Not that he wanted any part of what they were involved in, most likely adult matters—bleh! Absolutely not!
Then he saw her, a prime target, sunbathing or napping most likely, a sitting duck— literally! She was another bird, but raven suited her better rather than duck. If he had been jealous over Naerys’ wings (and he had) he was even more so over this woman’s plumage. And so he found himself trotting towards her, dark copper tail swishing behind him as he moved, eventually plopping down beside her, carelessly interrupting her meditation. “Nice wings you got there, ma’am,” He purred, readjusting the flower he still kept tangled in his flaxen locks. “Say what do you think those crazy kids are arguing about? Disturbing the peace and all.” His friendly banter was borderline cocky, so just to top it off, he flashed her an award winning grin to seal the deal, “Name’s Rowtag, sorry for disturbing your peace there, ma’am.”
i'm headed straight for the castle
they've got the kingdom locked up
they've got the kingdom locked up
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@Imonada
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