the Rift


Gold Bleeding{Cirrus, Training Spar, Whit}

Cirrus Posts: 233
Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.1 :: 8 HP: 69 | Buff: SWIFT
Whit
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Cirrus
& Sitka
The warm embrace of dawn was upon us.

The rising of the Sun always brought curious emotions with them. It was just after the great fiery orb had risen that we had moved from the comforts of our sleeping space in the Oasis, taken the usual route along the curious wave of the Throat, and found the deceased carcass of our fallen father. My little cloud has not slept past the awakening of the rising sun since that day, and neither have I. I am, natively, a creature of darkness and nightmares, so the early mornings, or late nights, as it were, did not disturb my patterns of rest and activity. But I felt the shift in routines wear down upon my little cloud, I saw them make their mark upon her body - she was maturing, growing up, altering her way of life in order to cope with the past that haunted her so.

As the day matures past its beginning and slowly enters its morning, we are seen to be walking, myself with my thick, wiry hide shining sleekly beneath the sun, my beloved, with clouds spattered across her otherwise sky blue pelt. I am glad to see that the weather only rarely changes with her mood now, she seems more conscious of the effect her emotions have on it - the dreary, misty, rainy, cold, horrible weather that plagued us for months after the fall of Azzuen had finally cleared up, though the internal scars, that only I was capable of seeing, would forever remain, his memory would never be lost so long as we lived. The sands below did not stir much as we walked, the winds were quiet today, making it easier to breathe, as less dust was lifted with each step.

Wingbeats overhead drew our matching cerulean gazes to the skies above, and the pale form of a stallion became apparent. A pause entered our motion ,and we tracked his aerial path, admiring the skill with which he entered a steep descent, each of us wincing as he collided with the earth in a great wave of sand. Cirrus' wings opened slightly as she moved into a trot, and I into an easy lope beside her, as we moved first with concern, and then with excitement as we hear his cheerful challenge. I had not seen my beloved in action before, though I know she used her father's spear to hunt for me, before we bonded. I barked a jubilant yip as I watched her expertly reach to her left wing joint and extract the wooden handle, twirling it about her tongue as with a great sweep of her wings, she further stirred the sand and accepted this stallion's challenge.

I sat on the sidelines, so to speak, a silent observer, a loyal supporter of my beloved. I was gleeful to see the energy that ignited within her at the thought of testing her skills against a stallion who seemed at a similar level of maturity to her, albeit built very differently. Where she was stocky and thick, he was more slender and long - both were advantageous in their ways, and I felt the thought of wonder dribble through her as to just how agile he would be on his feet. Tucking her wings close to her bodice, my little cloud approached his left shoulder, feinting with her spear even though she was still several strides away. With a laugh, however, she spat the tool from her mouth and watched it thud upon the ground - such a sharp point was not necessary to use against a herdmate, and she was not yet skilled enough to use only the blunt end.

"Bring it on!" Her voice sang out to him, a playful smirk upon her lips as her forelegs left the earth, her hindlegs surging her bodice forward. Teeth were flashed behind those curved lips, but it was not in a large grin, but rather, an attempt at clamping down upon the folds of skin that existed at the joint of shoulder to wing, on Vayu's left side. As her nape stretched out to make the move, her knees tucked up high against her chest, which then rocked forward with her momentum, aiming to ram against his shoulder area, beneath where she was trying to bite him. I grinned a canine grin at the antics of the winged ones, my tongue lolling out the side of my lips in happy observation. It was going to be a good day.

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as changing as unforgiving as the wind, as bitter and chilling as the cold, as warm and deadly as the heat


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    Gold Bleeding{Cirrus, Training Spar, Whit} - by Eios - 04-22-2013, 03:43 PM
    RE: Gold Bleeding{Cirrus, Training Spar, Whit} - by Cirrus - 04-23-2013, 06:21 AM

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