the Rift


of wounded minds and wounded souls

Hector Posts: 262
Outcast atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 18.3hh :: 7 Years HP: 63 | Buff: ENDURE
Veci :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Dream
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No Time for Lies and Empty Fights



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He plunged from the sky with all the determination of a boulder split from its cliff. Perhaps to any standing below he might have looked like a shooting star, bursting through the black of night, impending doom if they stood idly any longer – but he was no such fate, and the glint of his glossy auburn wings was trivial in the weak wash of the moon’s light.

Trees rushed forward, looming shadows like skeleton fingers, but enormous wingspan grazed between their kindling reach and into a glade which could comfortably accommodate his mighty physique. It was some distance from the trio discovered by his companion, but distance could be covered quickly and his long, strapping legs set off quickly towards them the moment the earth gathered beneath their stride.

With Veci as his guide (starved for mischief and testing always the strength of his leash), the copper stallion neared them and the shade of the dark hour clothed him well in subtlety. Nevertheless, he was not a predator prowling with the intent to kill, he was a soldier on duty, valiant and rippling with prowess – he cared little for sliding by unnoticed. Hector announced his arrival boldly with a shrill nicker, knees lifting fearlessly to his well fleshed breast as he broke from the dim foliage strewn across the forest floor. He was not an inconsiderate soul, neither brash nor rude and settled the thunder of an eager heart to wait for them to welcome him truly, forward.

The air, the cool wind which had yet to warm with the real delight of this season, was rich with the colours of these unfamiliar folk; of mould and mildew, and the tart scent of heavy pine wood. He guzzled them all keenly through ambitious nostrils, and glanced between shadows to find each face present – a stallion (as simple and elegant as his fond memory of Morana), a pale woman heavier, but also without the embellishment of horns and wings; and a child between them, who's confused hide both hid and gleamed in the moonlight.

A dragon-child... the scrutinizing Boggart impressed, and Hector nodded, she is.



Messages In This Thread
of wounded minds and wounded souls - by Isara - 12-27-2014, 12:37 AM
RE: of wounded minds and wounded souls - by Ira - 12-27-2014, 02:26 AM
RE: of wounded minds and wounded souls - by Hector - 12-27-2014, 06:33 PM
RE: of wounded minds and wounded souls - by Isara - 12-28-2014, 11:50 PM
RE: of wounded minds and wounded souls - by Ira - 01-05-2015, 12:45 AM
RE: of wounded minds and wounded souls - by Isara - 01-07-2015, 03:10 AM
RE: of wounded minds and wounded souls - by Isara - 01-15-2015, 11:55 PM
RE: of wounded minds and wounded souls - by Ira - 01-16-2015, 01:45 PM
RE: of wounded minds and wounded souls - by Isara - 01-18-2015, 12:39 AM

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