Rudy's wings beat against the dark night, the cold gripping his legs as they rhythmically rolled in a galloping motion as if he were running on the clouds. Small droplets of rain fell on his wings, turning to ice as he flew higher and faster. His large, feathered wings removed the ice with powerful downwards motions, muscles and feathers working together to keep the muscled beast in the air. The red creature climbed higher and higher, wings pulling him into the sky and gripping his body with its cold hands.
Instantaneously, Rudy closed his wings tight over his ribcage and turned his body, head directed towards the ground. The red stallion twisted his body quickly, sending all of his movements in a tornado fashion as he rocketed towards the Heavenly Field below. His adrenaline pumped up, Rudy watched the ground approach rapidly. His heart thud, thud, thudded against his chest hard. Three, two, one... The stallion twisted his body again, legs bracing towards the ground as his wings unfurled and filled with a strong gust. Rudy's face contorted in pain as he was lifted into the sky once more, a pain starting at the base of his wings. Through his pain, Rudy's smile was radiant.
The red stallion flew some more, banking and flipping and rolling over for hours. He enjoyed flying at night amongst the moon. He didn't get as warm as quickly, and he always seemed to have the sky to himself. He thrived for the day time, for power from the fireball in the sky to warm his muscles--but at night he was beautiful and equally as powerful. Letting the wind keep him gliding Rudy made large, sweeping circles until he landed, shaking his wings as he trotted and shook himself out. He felt so alive, he could die and be a happy stallion.
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| Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5 |
| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE |
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Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate
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08-21-2012, 07:43 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-21-2012, 07:44 AM by Hector.)
[sorry it took me a while time <33]
Hector
It hadn't been too long since Hector had been admitted into the Throat herd as one of their stallions. In all honesty, Hector found it rather strange to find horses willing to be friends with him. Most either ran in fear or bullied him for his differences. But not these villagers, they had been most welcome to him. Hector was finding it difficult how to respond to their kind comments and welcome offers, it made him wonder if all were like this. So it was on this day, or night rather, that the tribrid brute made his way onto the Heavenly Fields. Wings huge and powerful as they glided into land, orange eyes focused on the pegasus that inhabited the Fields at this point.
This one was of average size but sturdy in build and red in colour with white frosting, he had feathered wings (much like his own) which too consisted of white and red. Intrigued, Hector made a slow approach to the winged steed and wondered idly if this one was like the others. He didn't smell of the Throat which suggested he didn't belong there, but Hector had yet to learn the other scents that notified them to be of another herd land. His equine hooves were quiet but his fiery mane and lion tail stood out like a beacon against the night sky. "I hope you don't mind me intruding on your privacy..." His booming vocals and unsure stance didn't really go together. Hector never liked his voice, it always seemed to make him out to be more than what he was.
He flicked his long brown and orange lion tail and twisted his neck to preen his wings. Revealing two stout horns, one atop his brow and one nestled between two nostrils, dangerous weapons that Hector rarely took heed to. Instead he continued cleaning, hoping his act of nonchalance would make for a calming atmosphere.
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• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
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