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12-26-2016, 04:49 PM
can you hear the sabers rattling
Astreus arrived before she did, a vibrant streak of mottled red and white which swooped around the gathered masses, his chirped voice greeted any and all who'd look his way. The warrioress arrived soon afterwards, her chimeric wings carried her over the sands, even when her hooves had touched down. She hasn't experienced a festive sort of gathering since her return to Helovia, and her subsequent moving to the Dragon's Throat to take up the mantle of warrior there. Colour her intrigued when her mismatched eyes glanced over the splashes of vibrant green strung upon their sandy domain.
She was sure her sons would of enjoyed such revelry, but they had elected to stay in their cavern, tucked up and sleeping. They'd made sure to wreath her hair with desert flowers before she'd left, flowers that had managed to survive the changing of the seasons. Blue and vibrant yellow strung about her white and black mane.
Her wings folded neatly to her sides as she finally slid to a stop, sand sprayed forward in small plumes from her tan hooves. Nephele had to admit, it wasn't a half-bad idea. They needed something cheerful and merry to bring their spirits back to life, especially considering the passing of Gaucho and the recent upheaval which had shook through them.
Her companion eventually landed upon her antlers, the audible sound of sharp talons on bone clinked from the pair. "Hail Sultana, and my fellow kin." She greeted politely enough, curious to see where such revelry would take them.
Talk Talk Talk
damned if i didn't
demand that they sing
demand that they sing
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”
― Terry Pratchett
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