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[OPEN] Where are we again?

Alija Posts: 58
Absent Abyss atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 7
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: 4: Tallsun HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
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10-12-2014, 01:15 AM (This post was last modified: 10-12-2014, 01:16 AM by Alija.)





The sun had been slow to rise, and even slower to warm the frozen desert. The purple antlered mare had been used to the cold in her old home, but it was different now. Her purple and pink pelt was thinner than it had ever been, because he body was used to the dry hot desert home. There had been no need for her pelt to thicken into a warm bright blanket, it was because of this that the healer was leaving the Dragon's Throat(for today at least). She had hopes that the bitter cold outside of her sandy dwelling would force her instincts to kick into hyper drive. She had to figure out someway to make her hair thicken, or she would probably freeze to death., or at least feel like it.

Shivering so violently that then light brown leather bags upon her forelegs creaked the mare picked up a smooth canter. She would head north east just to see what was to be seen up there. Her pink and white badger marked face bobbed softly with her easy smooth rhythm. Right back hoof, left back hoof, right fore, left fore, repeat. She allowed her mind to follow the movements as the trees around her thickened.

After a while the mare slowed to a halt breathing heavily. Luckily the purple and pink dove was in pick physical condition, so her hide was not marred with frozen sweat. The trees were thick and wild, scary even. Nerves quivered as steel blue eyes roved over the dark vegetation, even though it was only late afternoon' roughly three. Ears swiveled nervously. A dove suddenly broke cover causing the poor mare to start. Jumping the mare slipped and hit the frozen ground with a THUD. Groaning she rolled to her side the trinkets woven into her antlers clinking softly as she steadied herself upon the ground.

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Osiris Posts: 88
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Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.3hh :: 13.
Comadre :: Plain Black Dragon :: Fire Breath Boom Boom!
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10-16-2014, 12:52 PM (This post was last modified: 10-16-2014, 12:53 PM by Osiris.)

"Idiot."

The word is harshly yet quietly spoken by a deep, yet eloquent voice. A set of golden eyes peers out from behind the shadow of a large tree. The figure is tall, very tall, and covered in a thick blanket of fur. A large paw elegantly moves into view on the ground, soft steps bringing a strange creature into the open. He is a wolf; he is an equine. Many might call him a nightmare, but he frankly does not care anymore.

The hybrid had been standing quietly, a small dragon asleep on his back huddled in the thick winter coat of his companion. How many years had Osiris and Comadre been bonded? Now, their minds inseparable, the time spent without the bratty black dragon seemed impossible. Even the darting, brilliant flashes of color within the reptiles dreams spoke to the wolf. He watched vicariously as his companion dreamed of beautiful worlds and faces long since absent from their lives. The peace of the dark forest holding them in a serene state, despite the flurried emotions that he experienced upon arrival here.

The wolf still did not have the courage to leave the forest and discover what became of his old friends, allies, and loved ones.
That is, until a certain fumbling mare decided to literally eat turf directly in front of the tree where he stood.

Now, the hybrid stood over the mare upon the ground, silently laughing at her with his lupine eyes. The rest of his features are stoic, passive, and he continues to watch her for a moment, as if expecting her to start to her hooves and flee. She is a palette of vibrant spring colors, pleasant to gaze upon in the grips of winter where only shades of gray can be found in the world. His observations coming to a close, Osiris takes a breath and tries to keep concern from being evident in his voice.

"Are you alright?"

Upon his back, the small ebony dragon begins to stir. One violet eye opens, taking in the situation with hazy recognition.

[ooc; I decided to jump in as well.... feel free to kick me out if you wish ;D ]

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