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05-01-2013, 12:18 AM
Massive hooves carried the bronzen steed on a winding path along the cliff-side, a ground-bound patrol that usually he would have left to another in favor of patrolling the skies. But fatherhood wrought changes in his behavior, kept him with all four hooves firmly on the ground more often than not. It had not taken very long for the twins to discover his habit of patrols whenever observing their mother manage the subtle politics of the herd grew boring and their hooves grew restless. So he humored them, giving them ample opportunity to find him so as to tag along in his wake and learn the borders one play session at a time.
But today he was alone, a titantic shadow beneath the trees, surprisingly quiet despite his proportions and extraneous limbs. Each fall of his hooves was a muffled thump at most, each stride accompanied by the soft rasping of leathering skin against itself as his wings shifted. But they were subtle noises in a world of subtle noises, lost to the inattentive ear amidst the distant roar of the surf and the rustle of the trees in the wind.
Perhaps not as alone as he'd thought, for his golden eyes alit upon a somewhat familiar figure out on the cliff's edge. Pausing, he considered the lonesome looking stud, dark against the blue sky. Then he shifted out from the trees, approaching with distinct clops as his hooves sounded against the rocks. "Fair morning to you, Destrier." He called, a simple greeting. He paused in his approach as his gaze fell upon a shape that was naggingly familiar. His head bent, muzzle just a breath above the curving shell, sniffing inquisitively at its surface.
An ear twitched in surprised recognition, and a soft crooning sound emanated from his broad chest for a few brief moments before he remembered himself. Lifting his head, the hybrid settled his gaze upon the new wingleader with a new respect. "Not many are honored to guard the unborn of my smallest brethren." He observed, somewhat vaguely but with an unmistakable note of jealous in his deep, rumbling voice.
But today he was alone, a titantic shadow beneath the trees, surprisingly quiet despite his proportions and extraneous limbs. Each fall of his hooves was a muffled thump at most, each stride accompanied by the soft rasping of leathering skin against itself as his wings shifted. But they were subtle noises in a world of subtle noises, lost to the inattentive ear amidst the distant roar of the surf and the rustle of the trees in the wind.
Perhaps not as alone as he'd thought, for his golden eyes alit upon a somewhat familiar figure out on the cliff's edge. Pausing, he considered the lonesome looking stud, dark against the blue sky. Then he shifted out from the trees, approaching with distinct clops as his hooves sounded against the rocks. "Fair morning to you, Destrier." He called, a simple greeting. He paused in his approach as his gaze fell upon a shape that was naggingly familiar. His head bent, muzzle just a breath above the curving shell, sniffing inquisitively at its surface.
An ear twitched in surprised recognition, and a soft crooning sound emanated from his broad chest for a few brief moments before he remembered himself. Lifting his head, the hybrid settled his gaze upon the new wingleader with a new respect. "Not many are honored to guard the unborn of my smallest brethren." He observed, somewhat vaguely but with an unmistakable note of jealous in his deep, rumbling voice.
