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10-05-2012, 06:51 PM
Wanderlust had possessed the graying young stallion, lured him from the safety of the Throat and drove him beneath the encompassing canopy of trees that varied so greatly from the skyline he was so accustomed to day-to-day now. But he didn't seem to mind glimpsing the freedom of the sky only briefly between the tight-knit branches, or when the trees gave way to clearings. No, he strode along quite merrily, head bobbing gently to a tune only he could seem to hear. It was a melody that quickened his steps at times, snapping his tail in the air and rustling his wings. Accents to the beat? Perhaps, but he wasn't telling.
Ears twitched and flickered as a dragon's call reached them, eyes focusing anew on the world around him and less on the song in his head. Curiosity took him this time, goading his steps to follow the sound toward its source. It was only when the trees gave way to reveal the scene that he paused. Stopped and stood quietly beneath the shadowy boughs of the evergreens. Watched, and wondered. A painted mare stood across from a painted stallion with a brown dragon upon his withers. Beside her lingered a young stallion, painted as well and standing in a defensive demeanor. The winged stallion would have almost called them all a family, were it not for another.
On stilted legs, fresh and barely used, a pale filly tottered from her dam toward the golden paint. Familiar appendages adorned her back, making the young gray shift and rustle his own. Wings. Not just one set, but two. Familiar yet strange. His ears twitched back and forth in quiet fascination. Hadn't he seen a stallion in the distance at home with two sets of wings? Were he and this tiny filly related? Caught up in the thought, he stepped closer, a few steps. Head low, he watched with forward tilted ears. So... interesting.
Ears twitched and flickered as a dragon's call reached them, eyes focusing anew on the world around him and less on the song in his head. Curiosity took him this time, goading his steps to follow the sound toward its source. It was only when the trees gave way to reveal the scene that he paused. Stopped and stood quietly beneath the shadowy boughs of the evergreens. Watched, and wondered. A painted mare stood across from a painted stallion with a brown dragon upon his withers. Beside her lingered a young stallion, painted as well and standing in a defensive demeanor. The winged stallion would have almost called them all a family, were it not for another.
On stilted legs, fresh and barely used, a pale filly tottered from her dam toward the golden paint. Familiar appendages adorned her back, making the young gray shift and rustle his own. Wings. Not just one set, but two. Familiar yet strange. His ears twitched back and forth in quiet fascination. Hadn't he seen a stallion in the distance at home with two sets of wings? Were he and this tiny filly related? Caught up in the thought, he stepped closer, a few steps. Head low, he watched with forward tilted ears. So... interesting.
