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12-29-2015, 05:56 AM
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Gull
never say die Like a lonely seabird he sailed on the wind, circling the chain of islands that he had come to call home. Though the day was pleasant, there was a hint of a chill in the breeze—a subtle reminder of the winter to come. From his post in the sky, Gull frowned slightly. Frostfall had never been pleasant, and he expected this one to be no exception. However, that was not what was troubling the stallion: the thing that was on his mind was migration. He had been watching the birds fly south, and already the Isles were growing noisier with the din of flocks settling in for the winter. Them, he didn’t mind, but he had a sneaking suspicion that it wouldn’t just be his feathered friends who sought respite from the worst of the cold. Gull had an idea that soon more unwelcome guests would follow, and he now made it his business to keep a close eye on the beaches. Speaking of which, as he passed one of the islands closer to the Flats, Gull caught a glimpse of two dark forms below who definitely had not been there on his last time around. Eyes narrowing, the stallion shifted his weight midair, deviating from his course. The motion sent his frame into a banking turn, which gradually became a wide spiral above the pair who stood below. His movements were slow and almost lackadaisical, but Gull’s patrol was deliberate: he intended to keep these shores vermin-free for as long as his strength would allow it. While he had been mentally preparing himself for the possibility of a fight during his descent, Gull instead found himself surprised that he recognized both figures on the sand. The giant from the fire-caves and the pipsqueak from the ice-maze, he remembered, peering down at them curiously. Of course, the pipsqueak was not such a pipsqueak any more, but he recalled her nonetheless—both she and the giant had those creepy skull markings that had stared out at him like ghosts from the darkness of their respective caverns. Vaguely, Gull wondered what had compelled them to slink forth into the daylight. The memories were hazy, but in his mind, both Nymeria and Isopia were tied to the caves and the shadows that had blanketed them. Here in the sunlight, they seemed decidedly out of place. However, it held little interest for him. As long as they were only chatting on the beach, Gull had no time to waste with further investigation. Besides, the big one had given him the heebie-jeebies, he remembered. He'd rather avoid the small talk, please and thank you. "talk talk talk" OOC: Saw this was open and hoped you wouldn’t mind! Just Gull being nosy from above and doing some recon—if they pay him no mind, consider him as having flown off again. |
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