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01-22-2017, 07:15 PM
esinakh
vod chafaan
dust to the wind
The strangling filly’s wings beat tirelessly, seeking freedom from the sand of the south her new home. Arakh had insisted, and so she had (of course) lived there. But she most assuredly did not like the sand. The growing muscle and adept movements of her long, slender wings were a testament to that—she now spent more time flying than walking, it seemed like.
So it was with safely removed curiosity, rather than near fear, that the strangling’s wide pale eyes surveyed the oddly large and furry creature that growled on the Steppe. His pale fur caught her eye— it was perfect
It was pearly and clean. (Even if it wasn’t clean, covered with matching white snow, it surely looked it).
So the filly slowly, carefully, rhythmically descended from the skies. Each flap was perfectly timed with her heart beats and breath—she was quite adept at the rhythm, now. Her bleached gaze looked at the sitting yeti, ears perked as she watched him. She had already pinned Arakh’s appearance, and knew where her twin was.
But, instead of joining him, her attention was focused on the winter beast. “You perfect white. Esi like,” was her strange, but exuberant, greeting to the yeti and his egg.
So it was with safely removed curiosity, rather than near fear, that the strangling’s wide pale eyes surveyed the oddly large and furry creature that growled on the Steppe. His pale fur caught her eye— it was perfect
It was pearly and clean. (Even if it wasn’t clean, covered with matching white snow, it surely looked it).
So the filly slowly, carefully, rhythmically descended from the skies. Each flap was perfectly timed with her heart beats and breath—she was quite adept at the rhythm, now. Her bleached gaze looked at the sitting yeti, ears perked as she watched him. She had already pinned Arakh’s appearance, and knew where her twin was.
But, instead of joining him, her attention was focused on the winter beast. “You perfect white. Esi like,” was her strange, but exuberant, greeting to the yeti and his egg.
Seeking: Rougarou
No prior refusals.
Please tag Esinakh.
