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[OPEN] On Heavy Feet

Ru Posts: 130
World's Edge Captain atk: 7.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1h :: 3 [Tallsun] HP: 60.5 | Buff: Novice
Mar
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Curiosity danced along her milky eyes, like a bright flame igniting over oil. Catching quickly, burning brilliant as she consumed the little changes in the figure. For a moment Ru wondered if the mare was frightened by her appearance. The sudden stillness, the tightness in the mare’s body – from muscle to bony prominence – signaled flight over fight. It provided the youth a moment to really note the rust tinged tips of those wings. Or the whimsical flow of honeyed mane and tail.

Pretty.

Besides the peculiar warm tone to her coat, Ru is drawn to the shredded ends of that right ear. Only for a few seconds, before the other heeds her call – breaking the girl’s concentration, tugging her back into the plane of reality.

Despite the previous tension, the mare appears adamant to ignore its cause. A soft smile displays neatly upon that face, a wary sign. The stranger joins her, and from there on – Ru realizes before she speaks – that they are Dragon’s Throat folk. Ru can smell that particular dust, it makes her nose flare with indignation. A dull pain that comes and goes, settles gently against the youth’s heart.

One of them.

Though it seems the mask, the charade of smiles dwindles when the mare takes on words to speak. The girl giggles with a cruel grin. Whatever seems to be bothering them is lost in the confusion of words – hesitant words that drift with the wind without any true course or purpose.

Just as the mare drifts off, the grin nearly dissolves along Ru’s façade. What’s left of it brings her lips to a purse, allowing her eyes to look out ahead of them. Grasping the dagger ends of earth that stand against the ocean; listening to the roar that erupts from their elemental struggle.

Inevitably the mare, Sabia, asks a question. But there isn’t much to say. Ru shrugs plainly, shaking her head. A wing instead restlessly lifts and extends to point at the scenery before them. Far more interesting than her name; beautiful, wicked storm that is the Isles. She turns her head to Sabia – a curious, gentle coo rolling off her tongue.

Isn’t it beautiful here? She thought aloud, in her mind.

Those lips weakened, a careful smile emerged. Ru’s eyes finally withdrew to the whitened crests of waves, lost in the dis-jointed momentum of its dips and rises.

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Messages In This Thread
On Heavy Feet - by Ru - 08-10-2016, 01:50 AM
RE: On Heavy Feet - by Sabia - 08-10-2016, 02:30 AM
RE: On Heavy Feet - by Ru - 08-15-2016, 06:38 PM
RE: On Heavy Feet - by Sabia - 08-16-2016, 12:39 AM
RE: On Heavy Feet - by Ru - 08-28-2016, 04:12 PM

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