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Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk
#1


PIRATE




Forehead leaned into the rough bark. It scratched and pulled at his hairs as he ran it down with a groan. That had not gone well at all. A snort erupts forcibly as he tears from the tree. Such a mess now his dealings with Gaucho would become. Haldir looked upon his bonded with a most curious stare. He hadn’t known the full repercussions of the girl taking off. Certainly the tense words at the end, and her sudden departure had confused the poor thing, but nothing more. It was mostly the golden’s reaction that had him curious. In the gold’s mind it couldn’t have gone worse. He could only imagine what she was reporting from her ‘patrol’. Shaking he crown head he looks about him. The forest had grown quiet again and night had fallen.

The moon was full above, and it flooded the land with light enough to see. Shuffling away from the tree the golden paused. He was loathing to go to the Wildfire now, in the dark without thinking this through further. Luckily, the dun was not his only reason for venturing here. Pausing to think over the other tasks, the golden sighed, accepting what he now will do. Trotting he moves out of the forest, careful to keep under the cover of trees, even as they had shed their leaves. The last thing he wanted to do was be spied by more patrols. The smell of salt and sea came peacefully on the breeze and he knew he was close.

It wasn’t until he could see the moonlight reflect upon the ocean that he stopped. Haldir, worn by the quick pace was glad for it, and when the golden nosed him into a thicket he for once did not protest. Then the golden withdrew, he looked about, double checking before exhaling slowly, waiting for the gears to turn. His body began to morph and dye a completely different color, and before long Ampere stood where he once had. Shaking the mare’s short blue body the creature extended the wings, testing them once more. He gives not another glance to Haldir before heading down to the beach.

The dark blue mare now moves almost invisibly in the night as it comes to where the land bridge had last been. She pauses looking over the damage, and then with a speedy run, leaps over the edge. Wings catch the sea breeze, and though she falls slightly, she quickly rises up. The golden’s heart pounds in his chest. He still had not taken the plunge very much, and at every take off the thrill was more scary than he might admit. Rising on the early morning breezes, the electric mare circles high, looking for someone. The choice of using this guise and revealing it was more than just to blend in. It was a signal. A call. For while most would stare at their own reflection in shock, there was one in Dragon’s Throat who would see it as a call. Searching below and around as the winged mare tipsily rides the wind currents the signal rises for Ampere.


"TALK TALK TALK"
OOC::@[Ampere] He's trying to hang around as much as possible to the mainland side.


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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#2


THUNDERHEAD


The night signaled the start of another patrol. Ampere had watched the setting sun with her son, but it had not brought her the same peace as in the past. The words of the whale troubled her (and most of all whether they were real or not), and she hadn't finished resolving anything with Gaucho. All of it left her head foggy and her muscles ached for reasons other than Frostfall alone.

She was hitting another wall, wondering what she could expect of her whatchers when she couldn't even make a difference in her own herd.

Snorting forcefully she'd taken to the skies, flying fast and hard; a relationship with the wind and troubles that Ampere had always shared on her wings. Weariness crept in with her burning chest, and she fancied that the sweat she felt prickling around her ears and against the lines of her neck was the awful thoughts leaving her, at least until it dried - which was unfortunately, rather fast in mid winter.

Huffing through her nose with the exertion of an exercise run rather than a patrol, Ampere nearly missed herself. Well trained after so many seasons though, her eyes were drawn to the motion so close to their border. With such a cursory glance she flicked her eyes away, but after a couple of wing strokes realization struck her like a cord and her head snapped back around, lightning gaze spotting a similar holder in the dark night. Her skin crawled as her nerves and her feathers prickled, like fear creeping up your spine, but she wasn't afraid. If anything, it was a rush of exhilaration that flooded her at the sight of herself, of him - but even so it'd never get easy to watch her own skin walk around.

She banked easily towards him, swooping in low to drift on the air currents just above and to his left. If they timed it right, their wings would never hit, otherwise they might brush. "You've gotten better," she greeted casually, a small smile even tugging at her lips, though she was sure his visit and his all too apparent use of her identity was more than idle chatter and flying talents. "Been thinking about what I said and practicing?" she asked, and the question was worth so much more than what it seemed.


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Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk
#3


PIRATE




Breath was unsteady. Though powerful enough to hold him up the ocean breezes as tossed the untalented flyer about a little. The dark creatures wings would wobble slightly, and his body twist and turn. It was harder work than he planned, not to mention what it was doing to his nerves. So you’ll forgive him, in the full concentration it was taking, for not noticing the shadow appear over him in the night. He had been looking for her but in glances. So when she spoke up the mirror of herself flinched. Only with so little control, the flinch translated to a slide of movement away, wobbling as it balanced to combat the movement while contending with the sea breeze.

It went without asking then how his practicing was going. Of course, to his credit this wasn’t exactly a still day. He should have practiced more in the whipping winds of the mountains, but those thoughts were far away as the golden within her body tried to get his shit together again. “You mean I’m not falling out of the sky anymore.” His snide tease rolls through, but the effort to fly back into their formation twisted the tone to a little more bitter hint and rushed.

She speaks up again and the golden finally steals a moment to twist her dark head back to her, and flashes a grin. “By and by.” A breeze filters through and his wings shift less laboriously for it. Some confidence came back into him. Still, he wasn’t exactly up for idle chit-chat, and already after the day of travel this was wearing on his body. “Have you seen the northern Arch? If you whatch by the last northern tree on the slope there is a curiosity. I hear its lovely under the new moon.” Now his face was most serious, but he gives no other hints and the vague phrase rests in the soft whistles of the night air. He waits a moment, struggling with the wind for a second longer to see if she questions this phrase, but if not he would be more than happy to wrap this shaky flight up.


"TALK TALK TALK"
OOC::Sorry about the tag


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Blu the Bootyful Posts: 443
Administrator atk: 99 | def: 99 | dam: 99
Mare :: Other :: 5'7" :: 25 HP: 99999 | Buff: TWERK
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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#5


THUNDERHEAD


He was shaky, and it made her laugh, because what would anyone think if they were to look up and see her flying like that? More importantly, what would anyone think if they looked up and saw two of her here? This was risky business, and not being the best with subtleties and deceit, her heart beat faster with anxiousness. Where she mentored him in the sky however, he would walk her through the shadows; he got to the purpose of his visit fast enough, once they reunited with good natured words, strengthening the ties they had set between each other before.

"I don't get up north much," she admitted, frowning as she tried to understand what it was he was trying to tell her. Something to whatch; he had even pronounced it slightly different when he said it, perking her ears towards him. "I'm always looking for new places to enjoy the sky though, I'll have to take you up on your recommendation soon." She smiled, but it was tight with the seriousness of the work. She spared a glance up at the moon, calculating when it would be the time he had suggested.

"Here," she murmured, her voice overriding the sound of metal sliding out as her magic tugged on a blade that rested between her shoulders. "As thanks, take Euske." Her magic pulsed without notice around the metal of the blade, manipulating it's naturally electric properties to move it. She turned it over, hilt first towards the Pirate to take. "Because she whatching shift goes ever on," she breathed, the phrase sure to signal the blade to work. In it's metallic reflection he would see the blurred events of something nearby.

Gradually Thunderhead began to drift away from him, certain they had little more to share tonight, and sure that they didn't have to safety to do more either way.


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