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Khrysor
March 28th, 2012 at 8:14pm

Slowly leathery wings of dappled dun coloration folded and pressed
against his back as Khysor landed upon the grassy mountaintop. It was
winter, there was snow upon the ground though perhaps not as thick as
it might have been if there was no wind. There was grass under that
snow, and he had pawed through, revealing it. Now, for now, he was
content to eat what he had exposed while the sun warmed his back and
wings and the wind and snow chilled his belly and legs. He'd heard
there were others here, others from Isilme yet at the moment the
mountaintop was empty save for him. Lowering his head he glanced at
the scars upon his legs for a moment before taking another bite of the
frozen grass. He would find a purpose, a reason... He would make
Sepagus proud and bring ruin to those that destroyed his homeland with
their nonsense of equality. It was their fault the war had gone on as
long as did, their fault for not accepting their inferior fate.



Kri the Resolute
April 1st, 2012 at 3:47pm

I float on the wind, twirling among the clouds surrounding the
mountaintop that had become my favorite refuge. Snow had fallen upon
the meadow the night before, however, as the clouds raised in altitude
to brush the peak with a light dusting. Still, the warmth of the sun
had begun to melt the edge of the terrain, but I would fly until my
wings got tired. Perhaps then, the ground would be revealed and I
would be able to eat without scavenging in the world below; one could
only hope.

That was, of course, until my blue eyes fixated on a figure landing
below. Leathery wings, much like Morgue’s, I noted with a taste of
hogwash in the back of my throat, but lighter. The frame was
masculine, though it appeared as younger flesh than my own. Quickly,
pulling the wind along with me as I flew, I darted toward the grass
below, landing with a spray of white snow and leaving a trail of grass
in my wake. I galloped toward the boy, brilliant smile tugged on my
sometimes rough features. I pull up on my gait and stop just before I
reach him.

“Hello, brother,” I say, my voice lightly chiding, as this was a male.
I should probably refrain from using too large of words. “I have not
seen you around. What might I call you?”


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