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02-26-2017, 08:12 PM
graasvoel
There was no doubt in the vulture’s mind that Tallsun was quickly approaching. The days were longer and hotter than they had been in seasons; and his coat, which was usually so hairy, had thinned out to an impressively shiny sheen—he felt nearly naked without its thickness.
So, to test out just how cool his newly thinned hide could keep him, his massive and multicolored wings carried him south. They glided over the ocean, occasionally pumping (but their vast span was better at soaring than flapping), heading towards the alluring turquoise waters and luxuriously soft sands of the Riptide Isles.
Part of him was curious, too—this was, after all, where Kisamoa had first appeared. Enough time had passed for him to feel comfortable investigating—the vulture wasn’t too keen on risking his own hide.
He was keen, however, on the blue-accented woman he found already in the Isles. “Hello there,” was his gruff-voiced, accented call to the alluring, voluptuous woman from the sands before, “I think our adventuring was cut short, before.” Heavily, his great body landed on the shore, sending a slight spray of wet sand up from his dark, feathered hooves.
However, his attention was focused entirely on her. Red-hot gaze swept across her dark skin, lingering at the bluish hue of her flank, before drifting to her face— “Didn’t catch your name last time?” His head cocked slightly, brow slightly raised as he waited for the dark beauty to answer.
So, to test out just how cool his newly thinned hide could keep him, his massive and multicolored wings carried him south. They glided over the ocean, occasionally pumping (but their vast span was better at soaring than flapping), heading towards the alluring turquoise waters and luxuriously soft sands of the Riptide Isles.
Part of him was curious, too—this was, after all, where Kisamoa had first appeared. Enough time had passed for him to feel comfortable investigating—the vulture wasn’t too keen on risking his own hide.
He was keen, however, on the blue-accented woman he found already in the Isles. “Hello there,” was his gruff-voiced, accented call to the alluring, voluptuous woman from the sands before, “I think our adventuring was cut short, before.” Heavily, his great body landed on the shore, sending a slight spray of wet sand up from his dark, feathered hooves.
However, his attention was focused entirely on her. Red-hot gaze swept across her dark skin, lingering at the bluish hue of her flank, before drifting to her face— “Didn’t catch your name last time?” His head cocked slightly, brow slightly raised as he waited for the dark beauty to answer.
@Ampere :D
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