.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
10-29-2012, 09:02 AM
|
L E A N D E R The gilded stag glanced back, watching the foals quench their thirst in the icy lake. The Gods had dealt them a treacherous Frostfall this year, and it seemed as though it's cold grasp had held the land for far too long already. Even in the Throat, were the sun usually beat down against the sands, the snow coated everything, and the wind howled through the palms. Grimly, Leander looked up towards the clouded sky, wondering when Birdsong would return. Light hoof-steps brought his gaze back the the small nest he'd made. Little Nefertari laid down in the spot, a wordless, shivering, ivory form. The emerald eyes of her brother gleamed up at him, and the warrior did not miss the look of concern on the boy's face. Soon the colt spoke, his words decisive and strong. The palomino nodded in agreement before responding. "Don't worry, Amenhotep. Between the both of us, we will be able to keep Nefertari nice and warm." Reassuring tones left his maw as he laid down, pressing his body against the filly's exposed side. One massive ochre wing laid gently over the girl's body, becoming a blanket of thick feathers for the little pegasus.  |
