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05-18-2015, 03:11 PM
Xira Stealers, keepers. Losers, weepers.
Oh look Kye, too easy! Xira made no effort to disguise the hard roll of her striking, peacock-blue eyes - what did she care about first impressions? What did she care about anyone in this world…? Her small olive ears buried themselves backwards into the thick, wild toss of her mane, presenting a front that was neither particularly aggressive, nor receptive. Right on cue another had materialised through the timber, alight, flames dancing about a rather regal antlered face and if she’d had a brow at all, it would have quirked the very moment the creature paused. Behind it swam a fish out of water and a horse with wings who wasn’t nearly so interesting as the company she kept. Different…? came quiet word from above. Even Kye had dipped lower to view the unlikely trio as they’d approached her standing bonded. Ridiculous you mean… the bemused mare retorted, snorting sharply in the stag’s general direction - perhaps she could blow it out. A merry rush of nonsense followed the ostentatious arrival and instantly Xira’s narrowed eyes switched to the green-tinged mare who had uttered it. Green ay? “Who’re you then?” she probed flatly before turning her attention again to the deer. “…and what’s with him?” Of course she understood companions, bonds… animals chained to animals. That was not the point. The tribe wasn’t making a whole lot of sense really - in fact, they were a rather contradictory bunch - an unhealthy combination of water, fire and air. Except the water component seemed perfectly content with its strandedness… The rusty frizz of mane draped along her poll flapped as she shook her small stocky skull - evidently struggling with the blatant absurdity of the situation. None of this mattered in the long run… The fish clicked and carried on where it hovered by the neck of the pallid horse and Xira had half a mind to treat her faithful falcon friend a fine flubber banquet. Thoroughly entertained, and tempted too by the flicker of her bonded’s thought, Kye’s splitting call descended. She fluttered into the forked arms of an oak nearby to watch the proceedings unfold. |
