It was a beautiful summers day, one of those days where it’s just to wonderful to stay cooped up within the walls of home. It was a day for adventure, a time to explore and perhaps meet new faces here and there along the way. Proud in his new role of a soldier rather than a thief, the Valiant warrior found peace within his mind. Though it had been a decent amount of time since he had touched face to face with battle, he still withheld many skills from his home, from his squadron. Sleek defined muscles roll smoothly across his chest as hooves of gold connect with the earth, pushing his large mass up the side of the mountain. Most would probably fly, to reach this spectral of a place- but he needed the work out and instead unfolded his wings, outstretched and to his sides, twisting and winding to maintain his balance on the narrow path.

Etched gold marking that flared upon his chest withheld a flaxen glare as the sun bounced and danced upon them; beaded sweat dribbling thick nape with crevices and curves upon his already smooth pelt. Golden eyes flash against the rays of light as they beat down upon his skin, hooves act as daggers puncturing the emerald blades that tickled past his onyx limbs. Upon reaching a clearing, dual toned feathers ruffled with the sudden burst of mountain air that slammed against his breast- wings tilt, allowing a horizontal flow as the air brushes smoothly across his feathers like butter to bread. Alone, but taking note of others whom emerged in the distance he shoved them to the back of his mind as he gave a mighty thrust of his wings before contracting them to his ribs. Legs shifted, hooves lifting and following suit as he moved quickly into a smooth gallop across the rolling fields; the wind brushing across his blazed face as he dawned his lips with a smile.

"And shepherds we shall be." His voice but a whisper, a reminder of home; "For thee, my lord, for thee." Lyrics a song of his lineage, bound to the souls of his brothers; wings unfolded swiftly- and in a few swift pumps legs leapt froth from the earth and curled to his chest, as feathers stretched and pushed against the atmosphere carrying him swiftly, rapidly shooting him across the sky, only feet above the ground.

Even adults, need play sometimes.

Though the reckless normally pay with karma, the winds off the mountain were not correctly calculated; and as gravity goes what goes up; must come down.

Golden eyes flashed with the emotion of shock and pain as the loft of wind bursts up from the valley below him, tossing his left wing vertical and naturally, the other followed suit. Hooves reached out and legs tensed to brace for a rough landing, a groan of anguish erupting from his lips as he connected with earth, front hooves buckled and sprang back in a buck to help recoil some of the fall, as he looked like a cinched bronco trying to gain his bearings. How amateur of him to make such a stupid mistake. Trotting it out, lobes cupped and sharp- pinned back against his skull. Annoyed with himself her turned to gaze upon his wing as it was sore, but thankfully not broken. Silver strands of silk brushed across his face as the winds seemed more relaxed upon the plain.. Perhaps it was best if he remained on foot. "What rubbish!" He grumbled aloud to himself, posing firmly to reach around and groom his wounded wings and mend his feathers.

@[Nasreen]
ooc: Open to anyone!

Obviously disgusted- onyx, ivory tipped wings stretched to their full capacity, external feathers spreading in a painful stretch as velvet lips ruffled and straightened a bent feather. Through his own commotion he had caused, he did hope that his mistake had gone unnoticed. But just to his right, a flash of color erupted from the emerald blades that shrouded the creature. Golden eyes flashed to target the potential threat that appeared to be staggering to its feet- wings flapping like a hooligan, apparently going nowhere fast. It was then, he could focus on the rustic cream blur that flapped in the distance; a Pegasus obviously startled was darting off into the heavens.

Watching the beauty in her lack of grace, take to the sky loaded with surprise he shook his head and yelled aloud. ”Wouldn’t do that!" Tones where sharp, doing their best to cut through the distance and the winds brushing against his smooth façade. The winds where just too strong; today and so close to the earth was a very dangerous game if not calculated correctly. He too had just made the same mistake; and wasn’t so eager to watch it happen again to a fellow Pegasus. Extended appendages fluffed with the breeze, pulled tightly to his flanks to avoid the wind and shelter his coat from the interesting winds. It was only moments, after the Pegasus took flight that the current line of winds were just too wild, going in every direction with the curvature of the earth.

We were not meant to fly today

As the dual toned Pegasus stumbled to the earth, the dappled warrior took it upon himself to make sure they were not injured. With grace and elegance; power rolled under his sleek silver dapple skin. Thick nape curved, arching to his chest for a moment as daggers of gold danced through the reeds. Nearing the heap of Pegasus upon the ground, his throat cleared as he spoke with haste and assurance. ”Are you..al-" Liquid tones faded away as the smell of perfume washed through his flaring nostrils, his pace slowed as he gazed upon this beautiful mess of a mare. it couldn’t be Nape stretched for a better peak, the familiar aroma flooding his mind.

”Nasreen?" He breathed with surprise, his golden pools slowly feeling up her beauty as she lay upon the wild grasses of the plain. Cupped lobes lifted from his dotted crown as he gazed upon her with curious amusement. Awe struck, he dare not move another step.

@[Nasreen]
ooc: xD This is so cute.

The winds of the south violently brushed against silver and onyx threads as they rippled and wrapped around the curvature of his neck and heal of his shoulders. Captivated in the moment, it seemed as if slow-motion had taken over the earth; but for a moment. It was almost in still frame, as she gathered herself, the way her muscles moved- her coat shimmering under the summer sun, the way she turned and looked to him. Those haunting eyes, narrowed in curiosity caught him off guard, but their storm gray color lightened his heart. Could this have been the princess of the dark; where their last encounter was different hosting a conversation with a unknown being. Flaring nostrils breathed deep her aroma as it mixed perfectly with the wild flower and timothy hay growing upon the earth. It was sweet, and wonderful, and- What did you say?

Her tone once again caught him off guard, as his slow-motion picture suddenly came to a grinding halt. Trying to refocus he returned his golden gaze to her stormy glare. Lips suddenly sealed in a moment of stage fright, unsure of how to answer her question. Perhaps he had made a mistake; perhaps this wasn’t the princess of Th’orqui that he had met in the darkness of the caves. ”My apologies." Masculine tones escaped from plush velvet lips after what seemed like an eternity. ”I didn’t mean to frighten you." Tones silenced as golden hooves shifted backwards in a retreat for space. Why did she appear so offended? Perhaps, my horrible landing interrupted something. A charming grin pulls upon his ivory lips as he flexes his wings slightly, still aching from his rough landing.

Her next question, turned my attention back to her beautiful face as I listened silently, giving a gentle nod of my head in response; I think so He wanted to say. ”We’ve met before... but I could be mistaken." His gentle reply was offered in friendly, respectful tones as he remained placed just before the mare he thought was Nasreen. She was truly stunning, and he wondered if she knew that.

Such a beautiful face…

A graceful bow of his crown was given in submission to the painted lady, as he stored it to full height, andalusian heritage gracing his figure. Surely she remembered the sound of his voice in the night. ”I’m Hawkeye." He stated rather proudly, gazing upon her with a friendly smile; all in hopes that she was- in fact, Nasreen.

@[Nasreen]
ooc: c:

Glittering gold eyes reflected the soldier’s handsome charm as his chiseled face; smooth and warm offered an inviting smile to the painted woman. Just being in her company was a treat, her voice the soothing song of contentment. He didn’t expect her to recognize his physique, as they had clashed in the darkness, wing in wing they escorted one another to the light- but out of respect he left the beauty to wonder in the light alone, retreating to the mask of darkness upon her revival of safety. Her image but a blur of ivory and autumn against the light of the sun against unfocused eyes, the sound of her voice was clarity of that night. Though only brief, they had shared a moment in time- discussing their histories, their heritage. They had painted a world of light, in the shadow of darkness but as all good things must come to an end, her grace of company was resisted; but not this time. She wouldn’t be let go- he didn’t want her to go, not now.

Obsidian legs shifted with cautious steps in advancement, curious to wonder why she seemed so standoffish; though he couldn’t blame her for being so upset, he had to admit- it wasn’t exactly such a sweet awakening. If it wasn’t for her sweet perfume, he would have never thought it’d be her, lazing about in the grass, hidden like a foal awaiting its dam. ”The shadows of the cave did your beauty no justice." He said fondly, admiring her from leg to tail. The way her dual toned hues blended to perfection, the fibers of her coat held a beautiful healthy sheen. Doing his best control the stallion urges when around such a lovely mare; he collected his mind and returned his golden gaze to her own velvet visage.

The wind pulled upon his steel threads as they pressed against the dapple kissed curvature of his nape; rippling like a stormy sea. He breathed into the air around him, chest rising and falling slowly with his deep breaths. His golden flared chest flexing, toned muscle rolling under smooth silver skin. Wings of onyx unfold, head turning to check upon his wounded and bleeding feather, a rather minor impact from the fall as it could have been much worse. Doing his best to shrug off the pain, he didn’t want to appear hurt and weak to this stunning lady; he turned his head slowly to gaze upon her again, giving her a good once over as his blazed muzzle extended in greeting. ”Are you alright?" Baritone vocals were soft, concerned. He too had taken a rather rough impact with the grounds, and unsure of what damage could have been done. His own wings folded in tight, cringing slightly as his feathers aligned with his ribs, the warmth and sting of blood dripping from his feather tips wasn’t pleasant; but it was just a scratch.

@[Nasreen]
ooc: ^-^

She seemed to daze in and out of focus, but the silver knight says nothing to sway her mood as he already felt bad enough for disturbing her peace with such a horrible wake up call. Catching her gentle blushing gaze, a smile crawls upon her handsome lips. The way she stood, her posture, the way the sun danced upon her skin; it was enough to keep any stallions attention; but for now, she was for his eyes only, protected by a clumsy mistake. It was wonderful to see- well, run into her again. They really had to stop meeting like this, bumping into one another in darkness, or crashing down from the heavens because of a wind storm.

Still intrigued by her stance, her awkward silence his gaze followed hers to that of his injured wing, the dorsal feather stained in a streak of his blood. You’re bleeding! She calls to his attention and a smile emerges from his serious appearance, yes indeed he was wounded. But it was only a scratch, scuffed up from a bent feather; painful but he would manage.

”Ah yes." He said gently, turning to look over her again, golden eyes searching for those beautiful stormy pools, lips like velvet parting once more. ”It’s but a scratch, m’lady." He motioned his wings open, unfurling them against the heavens in all majesty, showing off his muscle tone, body structure and just stretching from standing still for so long.

Bodly, he took a step closer to her, muzzle extending in the direction of her cheek, in a better hello; an apology of sorts. I prayed the beauty wouldn’t move, and take a gentle brush of his lips against her skin. ”How have you been?" vocals but a kind warm wisper on the breeze, as golden pools ravaged her rustic wings with envy.

@[Nasreen]
ooc: Sorry it took so long; and it’s crappy because I’m doing it half asleep. Sorries <3