"fear the Vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the Vulture."

Powerful, gigantic wings pumped in the sky, burnt orange primaries spread against the sunlight. The air was cold, dense, and felt exhilarating beneath his feathers. Heavy legs were cocked beneath him as he flapped and glided— truly it was remarkable that one such as he could fly. But large wings blotted out the sun as he enjoyed his flight, a roughish grin on his face as his tuft of a beard blowing in the wind.

But his eyes were cast downward, for all that he loved the air, watching the treetops give way to a field— an great open snow. White ears were tilted back against the wind, but his raptor gaze of red and yellow swept the meadow below. Surely a meadow this large would not be barren of life? Sharp eyes caught a few deer moving along a river, but little else caught his eyes in the afternoon sun—

There. There, amid the glare of light on snow, was a blotch of dark locks, disappeared beneath the barren limbs of a tree. Wings angled, abruptly bringing about a steep and rapid descent for the raptor. The equine looked so delicate and small from up above— he wondered (hoped) it was a woman.

But not fast enough was his descent, for there was suddenly another wading through the blanket of white— suddenly his massive span flared, stopping his controlled fall from the heavens. He was closer to the earth, now, and could more closely watch the black and white painted equine that approached the tree he plunged towards. Was that a dragon? Immediately his interest was further piqued.

He landed with a solid thud upon the ground, not too far from the tree. Red-ringed irises immediately hone on the dragon, while his massive wings furl and fold into his ribs. Tangled, black locks are even more a mess from flying, knotted and lying awry along his tawny neck. His gaze slips to the woman who is with the dragon, a dainty black and white mare. He grinned, not bothering to mask his the easy slip of his eyes over her regal carriage of her body as she spoke to the other (yet un-inspected) equine beneath the tree. It was apparent she knew how alluring she looked.

Attention then turned to first he had seen, gaze slipping down the warm cream of her throat to appreciate the relaxed, womanly curves of her body. The burnished brown of her locks were bright against her skin and face— which his sharp eyes slipped to. He found her golden eyes, grin broadening as he nodded his stark white face in greeting. “I’m a lucky man to have found two attractive ladies. I’m Gaal, new to Helovia,” his roughish grin stayed in place as he spoke, “Do many have dragons here?” his eyes slipped between the two woman as he addressed them both, and asked Isi his question.

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