| Dragon's Throat Guardian atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 7.5 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.3 :: 7 HP: 64.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Atreus :: Lammergeier :: None
Nova |
10-15-2015, 02:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-15-2015, 02:21 PM by Nephele.)
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The flight south had been a straight forward one, her great wings carried her swiftly and safely across the never ending expanse of sky with fervor, feathers rippling against the gentle winds. The threshold had been enjoyable, but that was in great part to the new would-be friends she had made in there, Tembovu, Erthe and Megaera, and of course for dear Miykael who had stopped her contracting black lung before it became much of an issue. She hadn't been so fond of being grounded like a bird, whose wings had been clipped for a cruel and slightly frustrating game beyond her powers of avoidance.
The green expanse beneath her shifted from the dark green dappling of trees to a fair colours of the plains grasses before rolling into the dancing mirage of sands that made up the flats, part of her wanted to land and see if the lands beneath were as she remembered — another part far greater kept the large pegasus firmly soaring. The mare was eager to see her new herdland, her new home and her new family and even more eager to lend herself where able to the tasks ahead, though she kept it wrapped safely behind a collected and determined look on her chiseled features.
She had been planning on staying the course to Dragons Throat, if not for the archipalago of islands that caught her oddly coloured eyes — there seemed to be a great gathering of equine, pegasus and unicorn alike, they streaked the surf, dotted the air and stood out in all their vibrant colours in the clearings between thick misted canopies. Her interest thoroughly snared, like an invisible chord pulling her towards the islands nearby. Nephele changed her course with one fluid swoop, wings momentarily wrapping against her muscled body before throwing themselves out to catch her in her descent. Perhaps the Dragons Throat could wait for just a moment, she had to see what all the fuss was about.
Reaching the fuss was better said than done, the heated currents made it difficult, battering her sides and wings in sharp updrafts and coarse winds. Landing with a couple great strokes from her black and tarnished golden, her hind hooves touched the lush floor before the front ones joined them, wings stretching once then retreating to her darkened sides. Humidity already beginning to mist her coat and cause the waves of black and orange to curl and flatten against her broad neck. There were many here, she noted, glancing around at the throngs of strangers, finally coming to rest on the familiar alabaster filly and elephant stallion she knew — making sure to give a smile and a nod in their direction. Her eyes didn't stay on them for long, as her gaze was inevitably pulled towards the God before them, her breath catching in her throat, having never seen one of the four herself, to be stood in ones presence.
Murmurings among the rest finally reached her ears, a battle? Against what? Her ears were perked forward, eyes surveying the landscape for anything that didn't add up.
"What battle would this be?" She inquired lightly, straying her gaze to the gathering around her then back to the outcrops of rock and rain forest. If there was a battle to be had here, she would not flee.
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Summary;;
Flying to dragons throats and notices the masses gathering on the islands and decides to investigate, asks a question as to the nature of the upcoming fight.
Acknowledges @Tembovu & @Erthë with a nod and smile.
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