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[OPEN] Fly - flying fox, fly

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
#4



home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread


The feathers only drew closer over his legs, shielding each gap and the sacred flesh behind while the Hobbit within gazed wide eyed and dumbstruck as the creature made of fuzz, skin and claw reached her way to an overhanging branch. The tiny wolverine cub toddled out from the underbrush to prod the shield of feathers his friend had created, wishing to clamber back into the warmth his down feather nest had to offer, but now was certainly not the time. Not while the halfling was caught int his ghastly state of undress with what appeared to be a lady watching.

Bewildered for more reasons than one, the halfling stayed frozen a little while longer in the creek bed, the stifle-height water occasionally pricking his stomach as he heaved his breaths in and out. What on earth was that thing who glinted and gleamed back? It's eyes were beautiful, it's shape like most under-underhill hobbits, but wings like that of a bat. How extraordinary.
"Hallo" the warrior soon mumbled, tracing forwards across the large creek stones. "I'm Pippigrin" he spoke next, wondering if she was of his kind of another hobbity breed.

"Are you watching me in the noodie?" He would press again, turning his nose on an angle yet still watching her with narrowed eyes. Surely there were better stallions to watch in the bath, Volterra for one would be a most spectacular display of hair flicking and wave crashing, rippling muscles and bending over. He found himself tracing his gaze once again over her wings and their finger-like form, soon finding their way to her bright and starry eyes. He wished to compliment them, the words on the tip of his tongue, though no matter how many times he rehearsed it in his head he couldn't help but feel it was a bit too... creepy? Instead, he settled for something much less romantic, but a compliment none the less.
"I like your wings" He whispered, reaching up with the tip of his own feathered pennon in an attempt to touch it, forgetting completely about the shield of privacy he had built with that one fuzzy wing.  

@Stellaluna


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Messages In This Thread
Fly - flying fox, fly - by Stellaluna - 05-04-2017, 02:01 PM
RE: Fly - flying fox, fly - by Pippigrin - 05-05-2017, 01:13 AM
RE: Fly - flying fox, fly - by Stellaluna - 05-05-2017, 05:46 AM
RE: Fly - flying fox, fly - by Pippigrin - 05-08-2017, 04:03 PM

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