the Rift


And Continuing Murder [Aure, Midas]

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[Can you guess the pattern in the title? ;D]

"Try again," Coris coaxes Venati patiently. The falcon regards the stallion with a look of exasperation in the gold-rimmed eyes, but blue wings sail once more as the bird climbs the sky. Coris squints as he looks up, watching the beautiful animal as it turns and dives rapidly. Silver flashes as water sprays up, catching the light in a blinding fashion. Coris is forced to look away, only peeking out from his lashes as wing beats buffet the wind near him.

Empty talons meet his eyes. He frowns.

"Again."

Venati being a red-footed falcon is not a fish-eating bird and does not naturally know the tactics of fishing. Coris assures him that he will earn given time and practice, but for a bird that's known how to hunt nearly as well as breathing, not succeeding has his confidence depleting rapidly. The smokey stallion hopes to make a break through, which will provide the bird with insight into himself, as Coris hopes to teach him many a new thing in his life time. The fish would also be useful, they have bountiful oils he'll need for his leather work.

Wings flutter and Venati is climbing again.
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Midas the Gallant Posts: 1,164
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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER
Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya & Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic Angel
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       Midas traveled on, with mare and child in tow. Praying, hoping that they would just happen to run into his next much needed piece of the puzzle. Another hot day blazed on, soft sand flattened his normally graceful steps. Lopsided and lightly flustered he led them to water’s edge. Salt saturated the air, its taste was foreign to him; but the ocean felt good on warm heels. They walked on, enjoying the ocean.

A sudden sky born cry ignited attention from lovely surroundings. Velvet senses perked with golden orbs rising to follow a flashing movement ahead and above. The bird dived down; Midas gave no pause as he lingered attention and watched when said bird came up empty of prey. Suddenly the bird turned course and flew back to shore. Skull angled and moved to follow. He wasn’t exactly a creature of much knowledge, but when it came to flying—he knew a little. That predator wasn’t a beast of this land; he had often seen falcons of such coloring in his homeland.

Midas had often watched falcons in the Throat.

A slopping dune fell away, just ahead was his answer to each silent prayer that had been sent forth. Covered nearly from head to hoof, the prophesied beast, Coris stood only a few yards away. Deep inhale, skull angled toward following companions; a soft nicker emerged to alert them of his approaching intentions. Ideals turned toward stranger. Upon closer approach he lowered skull respectfully and murmured a greeting, “Hello Sir,” ears flicked forward, “forgive my abruptness, but am I speaking to the leather crafter, Coris?”

OOC: Ktulu and her colt is with Midas. <'3 Ali said that she would post when she was able, and that I was to pretend until then.

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