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08-04-2012, 05:46 PM
Almost to every horizon the tundra unrolled beneath him, extending to a faint glimmer of water to the north and the dark ridge of mountains to the south. Massive wings beat the air in a steady rhythm, marking the time of his heartbeat against the cold air that did nothing to keep his massive frame aloft. From above his back was warmed by the merciless sun, which made the air here not so much frigid as cool. So much has the seasons changed, and the world with it.
Sudden light below caught the eye of the hybrid steed, and he glanced down toward the fire that had erupted without warning on the steppe. It looked remarkably like... wings? Curiosity piqued, he banked and spiraled downward, spilling air from the sails of his leathery wings as he descended ever lower. Indeed, it was fire wrought in the form of wings. Wings that sprouted from the shoulders of a dark figure that stood amongst the half melted snow and soft peat. This was quite an interesting discovery...
There was a moment, brief but meaningful, in which he approached the threshold at which he must either land or power his way upward again. Should he wait too long to do the second, he would be more likely to end up landing anyway unless he expended an extensive amount of energy to defeat gravity. He was going too slow to use his momentum to regain altitude. He decided to land instead, committing himself to the decision without any thought to misgivings. Respectfully he angled off to land at a short distance, his hooves thudding into the ground almost hard enough for the stranger to feel even though the soft terrain.
Expansive wings were furled, folding against his sides as he turned toward the fire-winged stranger. A long, heavy tail swayed in the air behind him as he studied her... yes her. It was quite evident that this was a young mare who had this strange skill. He wasn't sure if it would be more correct to call her a hybrid not too unlike himself or a more-magical-than-usual unicorn. Movement on her back drew his attention toward the phoenix that paced along her spine, between those flame-feathered wings. His ears flicked forward with interest, but he chose to remain silent where he stood. At least for the moment.
[Figured it would suit Vikram's personality better to do my own introduction post and allow you to initiate the spar, since he would have no particular reason to just rush in and attack a peculiarity. So first attack post is yours, Alex! He's standing about... 15-20 feet in front of her, due to his landing at a distance to keep from whacking her with his enormous wingspan.]
Sudden light below caught the eye of the hybrid steed, and he glanced down toward the fire that had erupted without warning on the steppe. It looked remarkably like... wings? Curiosity piqued, he banked and spiraled downward, spilling air from the sails of his leathery wings as he descended ever lower. Indeed, it was fire wrought in the form of wings. Wings that sprouted from the shoulders of a dark figure that stood amongst the half melted snow and soft peat. This was quite an interesting discovery...
There was a moment, brief but meaningful, in which he approached the threshold at which he must either land or power his way upward again. Should he wait too long to do the second, he would be more likely to end up landing anyway unless he expended an extensive amount of energy to defeat gravity. He was going too slow to use his momentum to regain altitude. He decided to land instead, committing himself to the decision without any thought to misgivings. Respectfully he angled off to land at a short distance, his hooves thudding into the ground almost hard enough for the stranger to feel even though the soft terrain.
Expansive wings were furled, folding against his sides as he turned toward the fire-winged stranger. A long, heavy tail swayed in the air behind him as he studied her... yes her. It was quite evident that this was a young mare who had this strange skill. He wasn't sure if it would be more correct to call her a hybrid not too unlike himself or a more-magical-than-usual unicorn. Movement on her back drew his attention toward the phoenix that paced along her spine, between those flame-feathered wings. His ears flicked forward with interest, but he chose to remain silent where he stood. At least for the moment.
[Figured it would suit Vikram's personality better to do my own introduction post and allow you to initiate the spar, since he would have no particular reason to just rush in and attack a peculiarity. So first attack post is yours, Alex! He's standing about... 15-20 feet in front of her, due to his landing at a distance to keep from whacking her with his enormous wingspan.]
