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[OPEN] LOOK MA, NO HANDS

Iskra Posts: 79
Dragon's Throat Colt
Colt :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 1 year
Castiel :: Royal Humpback Leviathan :: Tidal Wave Blu
#1
All I want is Champagne and sunshine
Breathlessly he raced up the grassy incline of the Fields. Occassionally he slipped mud leftover from old spring storms, but he only seemed to press on harder whenever he did, undeterred even if the ground was against him. Screw the ground! he thought dismissively, if not a tad arrogantly. He's a pegasus after all, he can't help but have a closer relationship with the sky instead of the land, or at least this is what eh wants. Being young he has known nothing else, but aside from storms, Spring has brought in his new summer coat and his flight feathers. Baby fuzz and down alike shed off him like snow earlier in the season, and as unattractive as that was then, he was gleaming now under the noon light.

"Come on!" he tossed back over his shoulder, hesitating briefly to glance back before pressing on. "HURRY!" he urged for no reason at all, other than being swept up in his own excitement, in the inability to wait even a second longer after waiting all these days.

At least Iskra plateaued onto the Fields, cresting over the fold like a wave breaking on the shore. He was all energy, heels and tail and feathers in the sky as he leaped and bucked and sprinted. He bolted for the nearest edge he could find, and as much as the heart hammering in his chest wanted him to just keep going, to just open up his wings and fall into the wind, an abrupt hesitation overwhelmed him and he slid to a stop at the precipice. Still, daring, he toed the line, feeling the wet soil crumble willingly beneath his footsteps, neck bent to stare down at the mighty distance below. At his sides his wings hung loose, and gradually he slipped them out a little further from his sides, flexing them up and down to feel the way the subtle breeze changed across their angles.

"Mom said starting somewhere high is better," Iskra started saying aloud, even if just to himself - it was something to distract him from the abundant adrenaline pouring through him.

She'd also said you should do some strength training before jumping off cliffs, but he seemed to stop listening after that part, too engrossed with the idea that she thought he was ready to fly. She'd showed him a few things on the ground, but he was obviously already a master who didn't need any further training from his mom or otherwise.
Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight


@Mathèo

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Mathèo Posts: 65
Dragon's Throat Colt
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 17.2 :: 3 seasons
Delphi :: Common Rougarou :: Flame Odd
#2

Thèo followed, racing at what felt like break-neck speed. Literally. The sand that covered the Throat, while difficult to traverse, was at least honest. There could be sneaky holes in the sand - it just wasn't possible. Racing across the meadow however was an entirely different story. Although the ashen boy wanted to keep his eyes trained on his friend brother, he had to continually sneak glances down at his hooves at the ground stretching out before him, to make sure he didn't step on a rock, or put a hoof in a hole. In fact, as Iskra stopped on the edge of the cliff, Thèo almost ran right into him, sending the two of them falling over the edge. Luckily he looked up just in time, forcing himself into a bouncy halt next to Iskra.

Mom said starting somewhere high is better, boys will be boys, but Thèo couldn't help the sidelong glance of uncertainty that he sported as he turned to Iskra, and then peered over the cliff himself.

"This is pretty high.." He said, trying to hide the concern and worry in his voice, but still making sure that he wasn't actually saying no. It was high. He was just pointing that out.

He definitely wasn't being a chicken, or anything.

mathèo
I got a river for a soul
And baby you're a boat

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Iskra Posts: 79
Dragon's Throat Colt
Colt :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 1 year
Castiel :: Royal Humpback Leviathan :: Tidal Wave Blu
#3
All I want is Champagne and sunshine
Iskra wasn't afraid of much. He'd been fortunate, one could suppose, in that his childhood thus far had been relatively safe. He'd not encountered horses meaning to do him harm, predators stalking him for dinner, or even accidental hazards of magic or fights or terrain dangers. Winter hadn't been especially fun for the desert-born colt, but it had hardly scared him.

The things Iskra feared were not so tangible. They existed within the mind, the heart, and the soul. They were things horses did or said, things he was afraid to feel, or more specifically, to feel bad. He didn't like unhappiness or loneliness, and that dislike made him afraid of them.

Here, standing beside Matheo about to do something he'd been eagerly waiting for, it was impossible for any of Iskra's fears to reach him. So while Matheo stated it was high, doing his best not to let hesitancy into his tone, Iskra only eagerly nodded. "The highest I think!" he exclaimed joyously, ignorant to what that could mean, unable to even consider the worst case scenario here, such was his forced perspective of positivity.

There was certainly a breeze up here, much more abundant than the depths of the Throat, and as it washed over Iskra he lifted his wings to feel it roll over and under them. He closed his eyes, reveling in that sensation, and gave a few test flaps.
Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight

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Mathèo Posts: 65
Dragon's Throat Colt
Stallion :: Tribrid :: 17.2 :: 3 seasons
Delphi :: Common Rougarou :: Flame Odd
#4

Thèo's words definitely didn't have the desired result. He had expected his verbal gesture towards how ridiculously high they were to curb his brother's enthuisiasm and instead nudge him towards a more realistic height.

But nope.

All things considered, he should have been expecting this response from his sparking counterpart. And, like Iskra, Thèo's life had been relatively free of physical pain and suffering, so the thought of plummeting downwards didn't carry with it the same sort of obvious terrors that it probably should have.

As Iskra's wings parted and dabbled on the breeze, Thèo's did the same. The cool air that ruffled and spread his feathers felt good, and somewhere an instinctual kernel of knowledge bloomed, suggesting that if, given the chance, his body would know what to do if he leaped from the cliff.

"On three?" Thèo asked, turning a bright stare towards Iskra. They were boys - brothers - just starting out life. Learning to fly. Nothing bad could happen to them.

mathèo
I got a river for a soul
And baby you're a boat

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