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08-26-2016, 01:28 PM
The wanderlust that vibrated in sister did not reside in his own, darker chest. But, seeing as a deep and inherent attached love of his sister did dwell within him, so he quietly followed after the vibrant dancing of sister she she set out on adventure. And her frolicking was contagious, causing is own dark limbs to lift in a livelier fashion than his usual, long and lanky strides. His ears pricked, his blue eyes began to glitter with something brighter than the dark urges that so often glimmered there.
Keusi, now finally named by their father (the thought caused his vibrancy to falter), slinked along, blocky head close to the sand. There were so many dead things hidden here; so many bones to crunch and carcasses to unearth. She glanced at Khairi that shakily flew above them. Together, the scavenging pair would feast along the darker parts of the shore. The feathered creature was turning out to be far more useful than the hyena cub had initially thought.
But such thoughts were not yet to be entertained, as sudden the white vulture was returning to Kiada just as Keusi returned to Kianzo. The dark prince noticed the direction of Kia’s attention (as he always noticed all things about her), finding the winged filly that roved the shore. She looked to be about their same age, perhaps younger? He wasn’t sure.
His long legs (foretelling of his future height) lengthened to bring him alongside Kiada, perked ears hearing her question she asked the strange filly. “And who are you?” His question followed closely on the heels of sister’s.
And Keusi, entirely uninterested now that the cause for commotion was simply another, non-threatening foal, slipped away from the grouping of equids. Instead, her attention followed her sensitive nose, which twitched as she snuffled through the sand. There, her strong nose had led her to a rotting albatross carcass half-buried in the sand. She yipped in glee, sharp teeth and powerful jaws latching onto an exposed, askew wing to drag it free of its sandy grave. Delicious.
Keusi, now finally named by their father (the thought caused his vibrancy to falter), slinked along, blocky head close to the sand. There were so many dead things hidden here; so many bones to crunch and carcasses to unearth. She glanced at Khairi that shakily flew above them. Together, the scavenging pair would feast along the darker parts of the shore. The feathered creature was turning out to be far more useful than the hyena cub had initially thought.
But such thoughts were not yet to be entertained, as sudden the white vulture was returning to Kiada just as Keusi returned to Kianzo. The dark prince noticed the direction of Kia’s attention (as he always noticed all things about her), finding the winged filly that roved the shore. She looked to be about their same age, perhaps younger? He wasn’t sure.
His long legs (foretelling of his future height) lengthened to bring him alongside Kiada, perked ears hearing her question she asked the strange filly. “And who are you?” His question followed closely on the heels of sister’s.
And Keusi, entirely uninterested now that the cause for commotion was simply another, non-threatening foal, slipped away from the grouping of equids. Instead, her attention followed her sensitive nose, which twitched as she snuffled through the sand. There, her strong nose had led her to a rotting albatross carcass half-buried in the sand. She yipped in glee, sharp teeth and powerful jaws latching onto an exposed, askew wing to drag it free of its sandy grave. Delicious.
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