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12-01-2015, 08:41 PM
Gull Her first mistake had been coming here. The second had been coming alone. And the third? It had been being born what she was, though perhaps she couldn’t have helped that last part. One, two, three. Silently, Gull counted the horns on her head, blue eyes narrowing further at each sharpened point until they were nearly just slits in his face. So she was triply his enemy, he thought grimly, mouth hardening into a firm line. No matter. She would go easily enough. On large wings he circled above the mare, sizing her up. Though she carried herself proudly enough for the beast that she was, he caught glimpses of age, of weariness—the way her body seemed to move with the wind, the clumps of sand that clung to her coat—he doubted that she would put up much of a fight. Which worked out well, he thought with a clipped laugh as he swung away from the lone figure, since he didn’t intend to spend his morning battling an old lady. Luckily for wobbly Three Horns, Gull had another lady to tend to today and he was quite eager to maximize that quality time. It didn’t take long for him to find what he was looking for. Palm trees grew in abundance on this island, and with the Tallsun weather, clumps of fruit hung heavy beneath the spiky fronds. With some careful manuevering, the painted stallion was soon able to knock one of his prizes to the sand. After a brief landing to collect the cluster of palm fruits, he was off again, flapping towards where he had last seen the intruder. He didn’t bother announcing himself, for he suspected that the rotting berries would do the trick as he flew overhead, shaking the branch vigorously in an attempt to rain them down upon her. He knew that these beasts were supposed to be smart--he was sure that she would get the message. trouble just grew wings |
OOC: Oh hi, the resident butthead has arrived.
Please do not tag Gull except for in opening posts or spars!
