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12-08-2015, 08:48 PM



Draevo




The grasses and brush swayed and bowed beneath the momentum of his dual coloured wings, loose debris scattered in the artificial wind as the great beast landed within the clearing. Blackened nostrils flared as he caught his breath and storm coloured eyes surveyed the area skeptically. His wings remained stretched, their colossal size cast a long shadow before him, ready to carry him at a moments notice.

The death marked stallion did not trust this forest and it's quietness.

Too closed off, too tight, too easy to be ambushed if there was a scavenger beneath their thickened roots.

He would have flown over the borders, if he could, the jagged mountains promised merciless punishment to any who dared to traverse them — by land or air, they would sunder the foolish, and Draevo didn't feel like dying today, or any other day. Not at least, until his brothers had met their fate. The beast had traveled far, pelt marked with sweat and the smell of lands far from this one. The warrior would have to walk the remaining distance, and fend off any would be scavengers who thought they had lucked out on a grounded pegasus, if they were foolish enough to pick on this one.

Draevo stepped from the mossy mound he had landed upon — great wings finally folded snugly at his sides and began to trot into the forest laid out around him. Hooves sank into the mud with powerful strides, kicking up the ground up upon lifting once more. Like a beast on the hunt, he followed his trail quick and mercilessly. Eyes transfixed on the surrounding area. He had spied from the air that this was the way the tree's had dispersed on the horizon, where he could spread his wings once more and begin his travels again.

Another snort sounded deep from his chest, followed by a shake of his thick neck, the thick braids slapped loudly back against his neck after their brief flight. His mane held much in the way of trinkets, as did his mane, the blackened strands woven with golden studs and feathers. The studs were purely aesthetic, he wore them as his father had before, a status symbol. The feathers however, he was much prouder of, each one pulled from a felled opponent or an unworthy challenger. Each one was various shades of earth tones colours, and each one had been plucked by his own teeth. As he traveled, hooves snapping branches and twigs in his way, what were the natives like in this land?  Did they live as he did, or had they been like the last land he had touched down upon? Far too prim and proper for such a primal stallion to ever fit in. The thought was a brief one, he'd rather face one and know than sit like an old crone in her cave answering the deeper questions.

A sound however, pulled him from his path and he halted, left front limb hung in suspension. Tt was far too heavy to be a mere critter fleeing from his own hooves. Ears swiveled forward as he let out a loud booming cry into the shadowed tree's. A warning for the stranger to show themselves.


"Who there?" He demanded, the words heavily punctuated with a thick accent, they revealed that this common tongue was not the one of his birth land but one learned out of convenience and necessity. Ebony and cream tipped tail flicked with agitation and annoyance as he waited, waited for someone or something to answer him.





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Messages In This Thread
common tongues - by Draevo - 12-08-2015, 08:48 PM
RE: common tongues - by Rift - 12-09-2015, 01:34 PM
RE: common tongues - by Elsa - 12-09-2015, 02:00 PM
RE: common tongues - by Draevo - 12-12-2015, 06:30 PM
RE: common tongues - by Rift - 12-14-2015, 09:09 PM

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