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09-27-2012, 10:39 AM
Tingal shivered at the memory of his home. Destroyed by evil fiends. He gathered up the courage to speak."Shrutigal. You will never hear of it, for it has been hidden from the outside world by powerful magic." Tingal hated to speak of his old home, burned and destroyed by the ones he once knew as friends. Tingal noticed the young stallions' fear radiating from his coat.
Tingal stopped thinking about his home, and looked up at the stallion."What herd do you belong to?"Tingal refrained from talking in his native language. He stared at the stallion with wondering eyes."And how did you get those wings?I have not seen a horse with wings." Tingal's fascination of the large wings sprouting from the horse grew. He felt the cold wind ruffle his mane, orange leaves settled on his back, and tickled his whiskers when they brushed by.
Tingal's tail flicked, his eyes settled on the detail of the stallion's wings. Tingal traced every feather with his eyes. Memorizing the way they folded. He blinked, and focused back on the stallions' eyes.
Tingal stopped thinking about his home, and looked up at the stallion."What herd do you belong to?"Tingal refrained from talking in his native language. He stared at the stallion with wondering eyes."And how did you get those wings?I have not seen a horse with wings." Tingal's fascination of the large wings sprouting from the horse grew. He felt the cold wind ruffle his mane, orange leaves settled on his back, and tickled his whiskers when they brushed by.
Tingal's tail flicked, his eyes settled on the detail of the stallion's wings. Tingal traced every feather with his eyes. Memorizing the way they folded. He blinked, and focused back on the stallions' eyes.
