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02-26-2017, 10:42 AM
esinakh
The strangling was flying (as she usually did in the Throat) when the earth (and air) shaking summons overtook the Throat. Her ears tilted back in unease, flapping wings ceasing to move as she began to glide towards the earth. She was not a brave soul, and so the thought of disobeying such a shaking command did not bloom in her striped skull.
Her dark hooves hovered above the hot sands for a moment, wings weaving in the air to keep her aloft (carefully, so as not to blow sand onto her sweat-slicked skin); pale gaze eyed the unruly, gritty earth before she gingerly alighted on the dunes.
And then her attention swept (first to Arakh, because he was her safety) to the god whose voice had shaken her from the sand-free skies. She waited, wings partially spread and held away from her sweaty sides because she did not want to mat the feathers with her sticky perspiration.
Though, it is worth mentioning, that the filly did find the god’s antlers perfectly symmetrical. She a she was quite taken with them. So a soft smile curved up her small, grey lips as she watched and waited.
Her dark hooves hovered above the hot sands for a moment, wings weaving in the air to keep her aloft (carefully, so as not to blow sand onto her sweat-slicked skin); pale gaze eyed the unruly, gritty earth before she gingerly alighted on the dunes.
And then her attention swept (first to Arakh, because he was her safety) to the god whose voice had shaken her from the sand-free skies. She waited, wings partially spread and held away from her sweaty sides because she did not want to mat the feathers with her sticky perspiration.
Though, it is worth mentioning, that the filly did find the god’s antlers perfectly symmetrical. She a she was quite taken with them. So a soft smile curved up her small, grey lips as she watched and waited.
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