Over Windswept Fields

the Rift

[OPEN] Over Windswept Fields

Bucephalus the Morningstar Posts: 292

Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE

Azeeza :: Orange-breasted Falcon :: None Tribs

11-10-2014, 04:44 PM

[Image: 9e6b3ad4-a8c4-4003-bd66-cb75589c58e6_zps...1415597174]

Once he was sure the burrplants were gone, he lifted his legs to pluck the burrs from his slightly feathered hooves, muttering under his breath. But a voice caught his attention before he could get into the awkward position of working on his hind legs, and he lifted his head to see whom it was. A mare, beautiful to the point of ethereal, ghosted forward towards him. His ears pricked, and he folded his wings against his sides and straightened. "I'm not sure why they even exist." He said, dipping his neck to her.

"My name is Bucephalus, and yours...?" He asked, head tilting slightly as he watched the pale mare. She was similar to Elsa, a living embodiment of snow. But the only thing that marred her beauty was the lack of wings on her shoulders. The sight saddened him; how many horses in this land were earthbound? He didn't think he'd ever get over it. It was just...wrong and sad. Did they ever dream of flight? Or since, they had never felt the feeling of flight, didn't care? Ignorance was bliss to most, it seemed.

But he was distracting himself once more, and he forced his usually moving body to remain still despite his inner agitation. His gaze flickered to the crushed burrplants, and a flicker of regret flashed through him. "Although i suppose they serve a purpose." He added, returning his golden gaze to the white mare.

Word Count:241 Tags:@[Brisa]

Please tag Bucephalus in all posts.
Any force is allowed against short of death.