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[PRIVATE] Breathing Life into Battered Bones {Hatching}

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Absent Abyss atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16 hh :: 9 (Tallsun) HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Splat :: Royal Zephyr :: Phoenix Shady
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Gull
trouble with a side of wings

She is awake. Before you can drop your head, you see the shape of her skull rising from the ground in the darkness and hear the soft rustle of feathers as they fan in a display that would probably have brought you to your knees…were it, that is, you were not already on the ground and the darkness wasn’t in the way. As it is, the motion startles you—she has been awake this whole time, and suddenly your gesture appears more intimate than mischievous. Uneasy at the way the thought makes you feel, you clear your throat and shift away uncomfortably. It is not so much that the action itself bothers you—heck, you’ll lie down with all of the pretty ladies if it’ll get you anything for your trouble (and you definitely mean that in a wink, wink, nudge, nudge sort of way)—but the idea of sharing something deeper with anyone…well, you just aren’t that type of guy. Not that this is going there, you backtrack. It was just a thought. Moment over. Sternly, you instruct the little voice to shut up and let you enjoy the babe who’s letting you share her sleeping quarters.

“You have not left this place. Why?” Bell’s voice cuts through the space between you, and even though it is dark, you can tell that she is not looking at you. Instead, her voice is pointed…down? Squinting, you make out the form of a large, pale egg nestled between her forelegs, and you tilt your head in confusion. Before you can ask though, she continues, answering the question for you. “You’ve found some lost damsels, haven’t you? I hope you’re better with directions than you are with flight.” In the darkness, you merely give a noncommittal shrug and a half-smirk that she probably won’t be able to see. “Keeping tabs on me, Bell?” you inquire, with a little more bravado than you intend. Perhaps it was a serious question, but like you said—you don’t do serious. “Whatcha got there?” you ask, changing the subject by tossing your muzzle in the general direction of the egg. “Babysitting for a bird?”

@[Bellona]

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RE: Breathing Life into Battered Bones {Hatching} - by Gull - 09-24-2014, 04:31 PM

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