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10-20-2016, 09:52 AM
Imagine the sand wolf's surprise when Kisamoa turned up on the very beach she had spent her morning at, she'd always had an affinity for the sand and the water. Hadn't she spent most of her time in the Throt, playing by the very same blue hued ocean and picking shells from the orange sands? Lilac eyes watched silently, unsure whether to say something to the strange depths horse that had washed up only a few days prior. Did he want to be alone?
The salted wind touseled her growing white hair, sending the braided feathers flickering into the breeze as she turned her gaze back toward the ocean. What was it like out there? Both on the horizon and beneath the waves, were their sunken cities like the stories her mai had told her? Stories which had been passed down from her own mother who had once come from a wondrous city. Where scaled horses swam bejeweled in lost treasures, and read languages lost or was it more like up here? Just fields of kelp grasses and coral forests where they lurked in similar fashion to how herds worked here? Was it just another simplistic land except the sky was watery waves?
She liked to think it was the former, the more she watched the white tipped waves roll in, and then roll out. That there were underwater cities of sunken marble to be found, just waiting for the surface to discover them, and their watery citizens again.
Apparently, Kisamoa did want company, the boomed magical voice caused the filly to jump and exhale a gasp of surprise. Her legs moved before her mind caught up with it, trotting down the beach to bring her closer to where Kisamoa stood in the waves with a smile on her face. A smile which became somewhat guarded as others soon appeared, and the dun filly found herself standing a little straighter with her head held higher as she studied them. "Hello, Kis." The gentleness soon returned, to a degree, when she returned her attention back to Kisamoa, and soon replaced by a fiery spirit of competition. "What kind of challenge?" She quizzed, the flames on her wings burned brighter with her sudden spike of emotion. "Do we have to swim underwater for it?"
Verro Speaks
she slept with wolves without fear.
♦ verro of the sands
Verro is here to watch/ask questions.
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force & aggression permitted against Verro at all times
with the exception of maiming and death
