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11-05-2016, 11:54 PM
Sunjata
The bluebird had done the best he could with trying to figure out the lay of the land. He hadn’t been here long, but the only interaction he really seemed to have with any of the desert dwellers was Volterra – and while Sunjata had begun to grow fond of the equine, he still wasn’t comfortable with the idea. He enjoyed the idea of a herd ruled entirely by pegasi, it was reminiscent of his home. A place that seemed far too nostalgic for the moments he was facing now. After all, his home was entirely filled with the winged kind, equines were barbarians and stuck to themselves more often than not – and unicorns (god don’t get him started) were murderous conniving bastards, that Sunjata imagined he’d never trust in a billion centuries.
So when he spotted a little blip of wings moving away from his location, his oceanic gaze lingered on the tiny form. His brows furrowed slightly, thick navy legs carrying him across the opposite orange sands as he approached, but kept his distance. Simply watching in curiosity and amusement. It appeared as a child, the more he looked at the way the filly moved about in the distance, and so he was intrigued even more. He had met a few adults, but never any children. Perhaps today would mark something different – put him in good eyes with the leads of this land (which he still had no clue who they were) and it would help him with his further plan to throw the King of the Edge in retaliation and revenge of the burning of his home.
No time like the present, right?
As the filly continued to bound away, his wide multichromatic wings spread open and he began to run. His wings flapped against the heat of the Throat, lifting him higher until he soared over the child, his body casting a large shadow across the earth as he passed her. Then, easily, he managed to turn and aim for the sands, catching up to the filly and landing somewhat near where he imagined the filly might be headed. As his ashen hooves reached the earth, his pale head lifted as he looked for the child. “Hello?” He called out, oceanic gaze seeking the child among the sand.
"Talk."
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