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Hector Posts: 262

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5

Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE

Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream

09-19-2016, 10:10 PM

He had been doing his herdly duties, keeping an eye on the borders. He wanted to speak with Amani again, check up on her and the foal that she was carrying. He was bound to be a little over-protective of the mare. She was carrying the precious cargo of a foal, and he wanted to do everything he could to make sure she was well cared for and comfortable while pregnant. Wings flapped as he coasted over the breezes of the waters of the Throat. When a cry rang through the air, his wingflaps faltered for a few beats before beginning to beat strongly once more. He knew that cry. It was Amani. Was she alright?! His wingbeats were even stronger, harder than before even knowing that there was a possibility that Amani and their precious foal could be injured. He hoped to the Sun God that harm had not come to either mother or child.

He spotted Amani, and by her side was a young mare, black and white tobiano. He coasted down gently towards the duo. "Amani, are you alright?" He asked, gently nuzzling the bay mare to make sure she wasn't injured at all. After assuring that Amani was alright, he turned to look at the young filly. "We should get her to a healer, Sikeax if at all possible.." He said. With his words, the stallion would attempt to get the filly onto his back. To carry her still light and growing form across the waters to the island where she could receive medicinal help if need be. His attention would turn towards Amani, and he would aim to brush a gentle nuzzle along her slowly-swelling side with a gentle smile before pushing down hard with his wings to lift into the air to lift both himself and the filly on his back into the air. The added weight would keep him closer to the water, but still in flight.

Once they crossed the water, he would let the filly gently slide off his back onto the sand beneath a tree. A trumpeting call escaped the large stallion, calling for Sikeax or any healer who had considerable skill with healing magic of any sort. This filly needed some healing, of what sort he wasn't aware of. But it was obvious she needed help.

Text. "Speech."