fear the vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the vulture.

He had been preoccupied, as always, by the luscious vision of women. The gargantuan stallion had been in seventh heaven since Kis’s previous appearance. It seemed that the vutlure’s ‘dry spell’ was finally at an end, with both Aelfwine and Raeden suddenly giving him the attention he had sought since arriving in Helovia. But now, as his large hooves landed heavily atop the dunes, sending up a spray of sand that immediately tangled into the feathers of his legs, he was alone.

And he sought to remedy the situation. Immediately.

His thick, tawny limbs struck out a two beat gait towards the gather of equines, just in time to hear Kis, the good fellow who was the harbinger of his recent success with the fairer sex, was speaking of breathing beneath the waves. Wait. What? His self-assured steps faltered, raptor eyes sharpening on Kis’s congenial smile before the man disappeared beneath the waves. His brows raised and his head cocked in a combination of thought and disbelief.

And then he shrugged and bent to scoop up some seaweed in his mouth.

“Not everyday a man gets to fly beneath the waves,” he said with a grin and a wink towards @Tiamat , a woman who seemed to belong to the sea, before taking the rubbery and salty shrub into his mouth. His lips peeled back at first from the taste—the vulture wasn’t used to having unpleasant things in his mouth. He was one interested in the pleasurable aspects of life.

But, he figured, a little disgust would be worth the opportunity to fly beneath the waves… and seeing the women float beneath the surface (which, truly, is what motivated him). So, with purposeful strides, he marched into the rolling surf, which immediately tangled and played with the multitude of hair on the beast.

He spread his massive wings, outstretching the feathers, before plunging beneath the turbulent breakers. Flapping his wings and pumping his legs, he pursued after the group of Helovians disappearing into the deep at Kis’s strangely mismatched heels. The vulture had to admit, the sensation of water passing over every nook and cranny of his body was pleasant. He grinned roguishly as he swirled in the water—but not yet trusting the seaweed to take a breath as he continued to hold his breath for as long as possible.

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