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09-27-2012, 11:16 AM
Breeze regretted his question when he saw the look on the striped face. And the words the tiger spoke didn’t lift the feeling that he’d asked the wrong question. However the male seemed to chase away the anger and sorrow shown in his green eyes and it was then, when Breeze met those feline eyes he saw that this stallion, or male cat, wasn’t much older than he. It also seemed like he had experienced loss just like Breeze himself. Maybe they had quite a lot in common? They did seem equally intrigued by each other’s appearances at least.
Breeze laughed a little when he realized how silly they must look, staring at each other like that. "I come from Dragon’s Throat, sir," he answered the tiger. "It’s a desert oasis, a fine place to stay during Frostfall. Oh and I was born with my wings. I am a pegasus, you see." Breeze smiled again. "You want to come with me back to the herd?" Remembering the fangs bulging under the hybrids lips Breeze carefully asked: "You don’t eat horses, do you?" |
