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[OPEN] Pocket full of posies

Pippigrin Posts: 77
Dragon's Throat Gladiator atk: 6.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 4.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 10hh :: Two HP: 68 | Buff: NOVICE
Brandybuck :: Wolverine :: None Neverrmind
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home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread


Almost nothing could keep the child of stone grounded, not even in the majestic expanse of desert he now called his home. Be it a half-day trip to a neighbouring provence or a day spent building his nest under the eyes of Gauchos monument, Pippin was learning the ways of a hardy Helovian in wondrous speed. Camping outside every night had been one of his hardest trials; hobbits werent used to the weather, and burrows were where they made their homes.

To the west he had flown on his first adventure, his wings taking him directly over the sea. Once or twice he might witness a pod of dolphins revelling in the sun, or even the most marvellous spectrum of fish flashing by upon the surface.
Reaching down the boy would shyly attempt to stroke the candescent water with his hoof, though when the draft turned his wings off course and shook his miniscule body with turbulence he would soar away with his tail tucked.
One day I will touch the water .

Now soaring high above the clouds and the canopy they provided Pip began to peer through the gaps when he noticed the clouds darkening. The most curious blue light streamed through the gaps which consiquentially caused the small stag to dive below the cloud cover to gaze upon whatever dwelled below.

The rock, the waves, the lava. It was like nothing he had ever seen, nor ever dreamed of. Jaw agape and his wings treading in place against the air, pippin beheld the peninsular with wide eyes. For a good few minutes he fluttered in circles around the shrines, the lava-washed beach, and the trickling stream. He wished to see it from every angle and learn it secrets!  Coulx they ever be uncovered?
It was on his fourth circle above the shrines that he noticed a girl among the wildflowers. She was the colour of snow, and a pegasus just like him and also blessed with horns.
Wobbling on his wings the small boy turned and aimed his landing at the beach, awkwardly and determined he zoomed in for his landing. Five times out of ten the boy would crash into the dirt, he was still learning, however today he managed to keep his dignity and land with a reasonable attempt not too far from the wintry doe.
"Hallo!" He chirped excitedly "what are you doing in a place like this?"


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Pocket full of posies - by Erthë - 02-07-2017, 02:09 PM
RE: Pocket full of posies - by Pippigrin - 02-20-2017, 02:46 PM

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