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[PRIVATE] Cold Little Heart

Ru Posts: 130
World's Edge Captain atk: 7.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1h :: 3 [Tallsun] HP: 60.5 | Buff: Novice
Mar
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R - U

Wicked eyes dart back behind the flurry of obsidian ahead of her. Eliciting a skip to her heart, a blooming allure that correspond with the sparks that travel along her prey’s limbs. Was she dreaming?

From out of nowhere in particular, their chase is accompanied by two dragons that swirl and play alongside them, cackling – as one swirls and entraps her form within the air. A startled squeak first emits from her darkened lips, but the gesture of laughter ahead of Ru washes away any trepid thoughts.

She attempts to spread the length of her wings, and stretch out all four limbs to graze the creature. But it swirls and flutters just out of reach. The mare’s wonder reverberates in the air with a curious, elated hum pressed behind her lips. With another sharp inhale of the crisp, salt air, she is swept away further into the dreamscape that is the Isles.

Although the vixen ahead of her appears to slow her pace, Ru increases her speed with added fervor. Stays her course, despite the updraft the other gains – and careens her neck upwards as her companion exposes her belly to the heavens. Grasping to place a jealous kiss against the top of her dock.

She doesn’t expect the acrid scent of the desert, or the once home she had ventured to as a child. All the while her fellow shifts away from her grasp – Ru lingers. Pulsing sharp wings higher, to elevate her soul from the lonesome memories that plague her from the Throat. Half-heartedly wondering if she was to blame for her sorry state. But as soon as she looses touch of the vast expanses separating herself from the electric phantom, she just as easily gains its awareness in a second or two.

Enough that she can try to predict which paths the ink-blotted mare carves out among the runes of land. And thus, Ru takes to weaving back and forth, in and out of the opposite turns that eventually twist their paths together. As soon as Azulee banks to the right of that one particular stone face, Ru takes to the left – and meets the mare around the bend with her legs tucked and her belly facing the other. Passing with wings perpendicular to the horizon. She swings her feathered tail in an attempt to brush the mare’s face.

Giggling childishly with a leveled hum, one that manages not to crack and spoil, between the restless winds and the roaring waves below.

Lazily, the mare makes a wide turn that will bring her back to the pursuit. Losing her spitting, crackling dragon to the waters. While the other passes by with a static cling – a shiver runs the length of her spine.

The woman beyond her is not like any other woman she’s met before. She has never had the experience of allowing the elements to sing their voices, and their spirits to maneuver their discourse that felt like something beautiful to Ru. With a solemn sigh, she is hoping they will not stop too soon – for the sake of saving the inevitable need for vocal communication.

Restlessly pushing those thoughts aside, she twists herself in the air to turn her belly skywards. Tucks her legs, and narrows her wings to bring her darting down to the mischievous creature. Tilting her head just so, in the hopes of avoiding a crash course with the woman – I’ve never done this before. She realizes a bit too late.

But her heart is pulsing, wild and daring fate to end her or become her guide. The gamble is made, as she aims her speed to place her right beside the mare on her left. Twisting only a quarter clockwise, Ru cuts across Azulee's path. Wings perpendicular to the ground in a tight right turn. The wing closest to the waters drags precariously along the surface, before she’s forced to level herself out.

Heaving to keep her afloat of the water’s grasp, she nears a rocky beach. Unable to maintain her elevation, she is forced to make an ungraceful landing. She nearly trips; her sides shudder under the previous strain. Sweat has easily riddled her dunskin hide into wet paths and clumps, stained by sea spray.

The woman whips her head about with an impromptu howl. Bright eyes searching for the sharp features, and electrifying allure of the navy pegasi.  


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Messages In This Thread
Cold Little Heart - by Ru - 01-29-2017, 01:38 AM
RE: Cold Little Heart - by Azulee - 02-03-2017, 08:44 PM
RE: Cold Little Heart - by Ru - 02-06-2017, 02:00 AM
RE: Cold Little Heart - by Azulee - 02-09-2017, 02:19 PM
RE: Cold Little Heart - by Ru - 02-22-2017, 12:04 AM
RE: Cold Little Heart - by Azulee - 03-23-2017, 01:39 PM

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