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02-09-2016, 01:36 PM
She had left the cold seas, surfacing on the mainland of Helovia. Though the air was not any warmer, it sucked heat less quickly from her scaled skin. Walking inland, to get away from the frigid winds that swept the coast, a strange light in the distance drew her. Curiously, cautiously, webbed hooves struck cold land, ears perked and large eyes unblinking, staring down the opening of the caves.
It reminded her of the warm sea vents that forever gushed heated water. But those were a plethora of life; whereas the heated air billowing from this great cavern seemed ti wither the life around it. A wary gaze cast around her; it made her uneasy to box herself into a hole. But the heat was welcome to the intermittent shivers of her hide.
So, with slow strides and constant probing of the shadows for threats, she descended into the caves. She walked, following the source of heat deeper, deeper. The lack of dangers eased her caution, allowing her curiosity to pull her towards the source of light. The heat was welcome to her bare scales; the ridges on her neck raised to fully absorbed the heat.
Webbed hoof froze, ears straining forward. A strange sound— a voice? There. A slender, deformed yearling stood at the edge of the hot pit. But the sounds from the youth died as he stood so precariously at the edge. Her head cocked slightly, ridges and fins settling back down as she assessed. There was no threat, this malformed child could easily be outrun. Or pushed into the pit— should she be attacked.
She approached slowly, unblinking eyes ever watchful. “Why do you stand so close to the edge?” Her throaty voice growled over the roar of heat.
It reminded her of the warm sea vents that forever gushed heated water. But those were a plethora of life; whereas the heated air billowing from this great cavern seemed ti wither the life around it. A wary gaze cast around her; it made her uneasy to box herself into a hole. But the heat was welcome to the intermittent shivers of her hide.
So, with slow strides and constant probing of the shadows for threats, she descended into the caves. She walked, following the source of heat deeper, deeper. The lack of dangers eased her caution, allowing her curiosity to pull her towards the source of light. The heat was welcome to her bare scales; the ridges on her neck raised to fully absorbed the heat.
Webbed hoof froze, ears straining forward. A strange sound— a voice? There. A slender, deformed yearling stood at the edge of the hot pit. But the sounds from the youth died as he stood so precariously at the edge. Her head cocked slightly, ridges and fins settling back down as she assessed. There was no threat, this malformed child could easily be outrun. Or pushed into the pit— should she be attacked.
She approached slowly, unblinking eyes ever watchful. “Why do you stand so close to the edge?” Her throaty voice growled over the roar of heat.
Aquila
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