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World's Edge Artificier atk: 3.5 | def: 7.0 | dam: 8.0
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.0hh :: 6 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
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09-10-2016, 09:24 PM (This post was last modified: 09-10-2016, 09:24 PM by Graasvoel.)
THE VULTURE CIRCLES

Though he had professed an interest in crafting—for that was the only trade he had carried from his father—he had done very little in the ways of pursing this profession. Most of his pursing had been, naturally, of mares. His eyes closed slightly as he fondly remembered the day in the Grove with the grey beauty. She had been adventurous and a vision.

And his evenings had been spent wrapped around Orithia. Or, at least, they had until she had vanished. Though he had not slipped into the warmth of the blushed woman, having her alongside him all through the night was enough. Until she had left.

Now, though, the tawny, thick-coated vulture spent his nights alone. And cold. Though his wings and coat provided insulation, it was not the same as a woman’s warmth. He sighed, bright eyes of yellow and red looking around him. Rarely did he awake with the sun, usually spending them sleeping off exhaustion from the previous night’s escapades.

But not this morning. This morning he was awake and plodding his heavy self through the Edge. His great wings stretched once in the morning chill, enjoying the refreshing coolness through his feathers; the Tallsun heat had been unbearable. His head rose suddenly, gaze sharpening through the trees— was someone calling him?

A slow, earth-quaking jog carried his thick body through the trunks. He was careful to tightly tuck his wings to his reddish sides. The Dorobian plateaus were less forested than the Edge, though the pegasus stallion was slowly adjusting to quickly moving between them. “Glasgow?” His gruff voice, even gruffer with the morning’s disuse, sounded from his throat. He stopped to look at her, studying her closely for a moment. His eyes looked over her scars briefly, before he bent his head, “My vision, what makes you call on me?”

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worst luck - by Glasgow - 09-10-2016, 04:35 PM
RE: worst luck - by Graasvoel - 09-10-2016, 09:24 PM
RE: worst luck - by Glasgow - 09-11-2016, 08:38 PM
RE: worst luck - by Graasvoel - 10-02-2016, 03:03 PM

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