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09-16-2012, 12:14 AM
Below they moved like ants marching side by side, unified and small.
Small to his eyes anyway as Jaydan soared above. His wings suited him far better than his legs and he would prefer to launch any attacks from the air if possible. A certain enthusiasm could be seen in each wing beat the blue gelding took. His feathers cut through the air and his mane streamed in tangled knots as he eagerly met this day. Whatever the reasons of those below, Jaydan followed his General, and he fought for his sanity. The words of Cysaro echoed in his mind, take your sadness, make it anger, and fight. Jaydan was ready to stop hurting. He had nothing left to lose and everything to gain. If it meant getting a little bloody, well then that was nothing new at all. A tree bough swayed as hooves settled on it, wings steadying him as Jaydan balanced on the branch and leered down with blue eyes. [IDK less than 800 words]  |
