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12-20-2016, 02:07 PM
graasvoel
Where there is a crowd, there are mares. And where there are mares, there is Graasvoel. The tawny, massive, now-extra-hairy vulture took long, easy strides through the gathering of equines. His great wings were unfurled slightly, feathers spread to brush against the curve of any mare (or stallion) that might be within his range. Though he studied the turtle for a moment, his sharp raptor gaze was truly meant to admire that many, feminine forms found all around the tree—a tree whose already established stately elegance is compounding by the moment with Helovians’ adornments.
Hot red-and-yellow irises first find @Glasgow , the sad but delicate Glazier he studied beneath in the Edge. A smile and nod are sent her way, before his attention was drawn by the fluttering wings of skoenlapper, and again a grin and wink are sent towards @Myrrine —he hoped the woman was happier (or, at least, less miserable) than when he had last found her. A subject can never miss the elegant beauty of his Queen, and so a deep bow of his head was sent towards @Alysanne , though his eyes boldly (invitingly) sought the Devoted’s verdant gaze.
But it was another, a distinctly accented voice, that drew the vulture’s attention. “I xaf nozing but myself, and my vings.” His bearded head swung towards the exotic words, curiosity aroused as he caught sight of the bright gold pegasus mare. A provocative grin crossed his dark lips as he passed purposely close by @Yael on his way to the tree, wing feathers outstretched in an attempt for a faked-accidental brush against her flanks.
With a sharp and purposeful flick of his tail, the cord with a vulture’s talons flew into the snow. It was a modest trinket, especially in comparisonn to the wealth his family had amassed in Bahari. “A reminder of who I am, and who I do not wish to become,” his gruff rumble grew solemn, the flirtatious light leaving his eyes as he lifted his trinket with surprising care on the snow-dusted limbs.
But then his amorous nature returned as he turned to stand alongside the golden beauty once again, “Hello, I’m Graasvoel, but call me Gaal. I can’t believe I haven’t met a beauty like yourself, yet.” He grinned unabashedly at the black-marked woman.
Hot red-and-yellow irises first find @Glasgow , the sad but delicate Glazier he studied beneath in the Edge. A smile and nod are sent her way, before his attention was drawn by the fluttering wings of skoenlapper, and again a grin and wink are sent towards @Myrrine —he hoped the woman was happier (or, at least, less miserable) than when he had last found her. A subject can never miss the elegant beauty of his Queen, and so a deep bow of his head was sent towards @Alysanne , though his eyes boldly (invitingly) sought the Devoted’s verdant gaze.
But it was another, a distinctly accented voice, that drew the vulture’s attention. “I xaf nozing but myself, and my vings.” His bearded head swung towards the exotic words, curiosity aroused as he caught sight of the bright gold pegasus mare. A provocative grin crossed his dark lips as he passed purposely close by @Yael on his way to the tree, wing feathers outstretched in an attempt for a faked-accidental brush against her flanks.
With a sharp and purposeful flick of his tail, the cord with a vulture’s talons flew into the snow. It was a modest trinket, especially in comparisonn to the wealth his family had amassed in Bahari. “A reminder of who I am, and who I do not wish to become,” his gruff rumble grew solemn, the flirtatious light leaving his eyes as he lifted his trinket with surprising care on the snow-dusted limbs.
But then his amorous nature returned as he turned to stand alongside the golden beauty once again, “Hello, I’m Graasvoel, but call me Gaal. I can’t believe I haven’t met a beauty like yourself, yet.” He grinned unabashedly at the black-marked woman.
I do not want to repeat my innocence
I want to repeat the pleasure of losing it
I want to repeat the pleasure of losing it
social!Gaal is social and puts his Vulture Talons on the tree!
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