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World's Edge Captain atk: 7.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1h :: 3 [Tallsun] HP: 60.5 | Buff: Novice
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02-05-2017, 08:54 PM (This post was last modified: 02-05-2017, 08:56 PM by Ru.)

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Ru’s thoughts hum about. A backdrop of chatter that is muted to the sudden yells that stab into the quiet. Lending a sharp frown upon her face, and a lofty grunt that falls out between her lips. She picks up her pace, disturbing the clear waters with the rumble and splashes of a trot. Following the echoing “Stop it!” – ‘s that cascade across the terrain.

She can’t trust her eyes, fooled by the warping effect of the Flats. She squints them nonetheless, and trusts her ears to lead her closer to the source.

The voice quickly digresses into fits of laughter. And it’s perhaps the end of this laughter that she spots the lone stallion; dark and feathery, and – she can’t quite see or tell what other features mark him out just yet. The mare hesitates as she makes her approach from behind him. Narrowing her gaze out of suspicion, and keeping still as he moves to his knees.

The voice, the one that submerges doesn’t sound very old. With a gruff huff through her nostrils, she picks up her pace and decides to shift her position – so that she’s coming from his left side instead.

A less likely chance to startle him.

Curious eyes spot the metallic patches that take the place of a should-be wing. And wonders briefly – if it hurts, if it's hard as it looks, and chafes against his skin in the cool weather. Regardless she approaches the heaving body, sunk half into the water. Eyes scouring for wounds; trail from the warmth of his russet flanks, to the curious patch of feathers that sprout from his rump – and – finally his face.

“… ahh?”

A warbling coo exists her lips. Her expression taught, as nostrils flare for the smell of iron or sickness. Regardless of her tense state she lowers her head to the water angled towards the stallion’s head, and approaches with the warmth of a ‘well meaning’ croon.

Did he say hate a moment ago? Was he sad, angry - mad?

Ru stays; somehow he seems familiar to her. As if the pieces of him that filter back to her are pieces she’s seen before. But at this moment she can’t quite pull them out from memory.

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The Land of All - by Ru - 01-29-2017, 02:34 AM
RE: The Land of All - by Zèklè - 01-31-2017, 02:09 PM
RE: The Land of All - by Ru - 02-05-2017, 08:54 PM

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