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01-21-2017, 08:12 PM
aquila
Her tired, ridged head jerked up as another approached. Too-large, unblinking eyes of yellow and turquoise focused sluggishly on the approaching mare, gliding over her black markings and lading on her equally strange eyes. At first, the seahorse was reluctant to accept help—though her tired body begged for it; and she was nearly inclined to accept, until the Sparklight spoke.
“Not ’piece of shit’,” was Aquila’s immediate, low, temperamental growl. Scaled lips parted more than was necessary, revealing the tips of her many, sharpened teeth. “Respect orko. It kills more ŝarkotoj than you or I ever will,” her large, unblinking eyes were sharp on the other mare’s, “A ŝarkotes would kill you, easy.” The last words were said almost smugly—but the creature on the mare’s back stole away her attention and forced her tired body into a defense stance.
Ridges leapt into threatening, undulating motion as the strange, small lion’s leather wings flapped in the salty breeze. Sharp fins along her face snapped out, flaring in warning at the rougarou—but the lion was not attacking her, he was flying off (obviously unhappy) with a bone.
The mare blinked twice; once at the retreating manticore and once at the huge pile of large bones she had collected—realizing that she was too exhausted to porter all of the heavy skeletons.
So, slowly, weariness settling back into her body now that the threat of wings was gone, she began to pick up a large, whale’s vertebrae. Her glaring gaze darted to the Sparklight, “What are you waiting for? Permission?” Her rough, brusque words seemed more of a challenge than an invitation to help.
But, still, the seahorse began drag her heavy vertebral prize towards where Kis needed it to go.
orko = killer whale
ŝarkotoj = giant sharks
ŝarkotes = giant shark
“Not ’piece of shit’,” was Aquila’s immediate, low, temperamental growl. Scaled lips parted more than was necessary, revealing the tips of her many, sharpened teeth. “Respect orko. It kills more ŝarkotoj than you or I ever will,” her large, unblinking eyes were sharp on the other mare’s, “A ŝarkotes would kill you, easy.” The last words were said almost smugly—but the creature on the mare’s back stole away her attention and forced her tired body into a defense stance.
Ridges leapt into threatening, undulating motion as the strange, small lion’s leather wings flapped in the salty breeze. Sharp fins along her face snapped out, flaring in warning at the rougarou—but the lion was not attacking her, he was flying off (obviously unhappy) with a bone.
The mare blinked twice; once at the retreating manticore and once at the huge pile of large bones she had collected—realizing that she was too exhausted to porter all of the heavy skeletons.
So, slowly, weariness settling back into her body now that the threat of wings was gone, she began to pick up a large, whale’s vertebrae. Her glaring gaze darted to the Sparklight, “What are you waiting for? Permission?” Her rough, brusque words seemed more of a challenge than an invitation to help.
But, still, the seahorse began drag her heavy vertebral prize towards where Kis needed it to go.
orko = killer whale
ŝarkotoj = giant sharks
ŝarkotes = giant shark
the ocean is everything to be
fierce, wild, and free
fierce, wild, and free
@Roskuld Idk why this was long when I'm trying to speed thread @ 150 words? :|
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