A Fallen Star(Introduction to Leyra)[Open]

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A Fallen Star(Introduction to Leyra)[Open]

Ascended Helovian

Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164

Deceased

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER

Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya & Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic Angel

08-15-2012, 10:50 AM (This post was last modified: 08-16-2012, 10:49 AM by Midas.)

A beast ignorant to the pain that whelped down low flew high overhead of said exhausted company. Powerful appendages beat warmed air with rising intent, and set him toward a higher path. Ebony kissed ivory along his flank, each side glistened with perspiration. A cooler night was allowing him to draw near toward the hollow of gods; each caressing wisp of wind seemed placed only for the comfort of one wounded soul tonight. Had there been a god of wind, he, like all other Pegasus before him would be the stepchild. Shoulder muscles twitched and tightened with natural strain, nostril’s flared as fragrances darted past. Timbered limps pumped open evening sky, the land curled beneath him and spruce stretched out to touch just a hint of what their evening offered.

Peaceful.

Suddenly, a jutted cry of sorrow broke the quiet. Curious and compassionate Midas twisted with skull jerking down, golden orbs peering to see through a dense canopy at what might lay below. The sound drifted toward heavens, marked by a need for assistance; it went against the fiber of his being to resist an innocent cry for help. Angled wings turned the stud toward proper location; dropping from the sky with heart quivering’s quickness the lad fell forward and landed smartly with wings folding to ride across his body as a second skin. Golden tinted feathers quivered, and sights fell upon a roan mare, a unicorn. He held no ill thoughts toward others of a different species.

“Are you ok miss?” tenors rumbled out softly, concern dripped from his tone. His question wouldn’t need an answer.

Orbs trailed her lovely curves with calculating appeal. She appeared out of sorts and weakened, right foreleg rose with hoof falling against soft earth. He drew closer, the warmth of her body could be felt across his warmed hide; neck angled down with muzzle only a foot or so from the others face, “How can I help?” Tenderly he offered his presence as a comforting blanket from the outside world.
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OOC: Looks fine to me O.o;?