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[OPEN] an emotional day

Iskra Posts: 79
Dragon's Throat Colt
Colt :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 1 year
Castiel :: Royal Humpback Leviathan :: Tidal Wave Blu
#2

Heaven if you sent us down
So we could build a
playground

you'd be so proud of what we've made

Iskra loved the ocean as much as his mother. Well, perhaps not quite as much, for Ampere was truly enamored with the sea, but he certainly had a hearty passion for it (and a healthy respect). Almost daily he found himself by the shoreline, preferring the beach over the oasis most days. He inhaled the sharp tang of the salt and enjoyed the symphony of the rolling water and gulls. He liked to play with the wet sand, shaping it under hoof and scurrying away from the breaking waves, chasing them to and fro and carving out the sand as he went.

In just this moment Iskra had grabbed some seaweed that had washed up and was sprinting down the beach. The trick was to run fast enough that the seaweed trailed out behind him, waving like a damp, heavy banner. If he didn't go fast enough it wouldn't sail too well and would slap him with it's wet, roughly textured and faintly slimy residue, which was less than appealing (as it was his tongue was recoiled inside his mouth, teeth the only thing firmly gripping the end). Sometimes it'd twist in the wind and tickle his underbelly or surprisingly brush one of his legs, which always illicited a squeal and some crow hopping for good measure.

In this breathless, wild way, Iskra spotted Mr. Tortimer. He instantly stopped, eyes wide with awe, antics forgotten for this wonder, at least until the stilled seaweed swung down and curled against his side. Iskra snorted and side stepped, release his hold on it with a disgusted flutter of his lips. After giving himself a hefty shake, Iskra approached the turtle in the midst of writing. He squinted at the marks in the sand, as illiterate as his mother, but could garner something was wrong by the turtle's abnormal behavior.

"Hello!" he greeted, acutely aware he'd never talked to anything that wasn't a horse or a companion before (well Squishy, the golem, but that was different). Would the turtle understand him? He hesitated for a moment, unsure, before pressing on. "Is something wrong?"
he'd trade his guns for love
I s k r A
but he's caught in the crossfire


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Messages In This Thread
an emotional day - by NPC - 04-03-2017, 12:10 AM
RE: an emotional day - by Iskra - 04-09-2017, 12:04 AM
RE: an emotional day - by Pippigrin - 04-14-2017, 03:41 AM
RE: an emotional day - by NPC - 04-14-2017, 04:06 AM
RE: an emotional day - by Iskra - 04-30-2017, 01:45 AM

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