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[OPEN] Sink or Swim [Vol vs Pip Watching]

Saoirse Posts: 55
Dragon's Throat Colt
Colt :: Tribrid :: 16.2 adult :: 3 seasons [Orangemoon]
mar
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S A O I R S E



- PIPPIGRIN!

Seconds later as the call boomed and echoed across the lands, was;

- YES? YES!

A screech, a holler that sprung Saoirse into action, feet sprung and wings a flare. His face contorted into confusion and concern, as the Throat’s relative calm was assaulted by nearby, hasty voices. Voices he was familiar with, voices he could place names and faces to.

“Pippigrin?” He thought out loud. What on earth could the other colt be up to now? Was he in trouble?

It was hard for the boy to discern just what anger and ire sounded like in Volterra’s voice. Though he doubted it would be as uncertain as it was for him now. However… feeling obligated to check in on Pippigrin – because Pippigrin was more or less a friend, the boy raced ahead on his feet. Pulsing his wings forwards, and lifting himself to spot the pair further in the Throat.

The boy landed a good distance from them. He’d witnessed the small form of Pippigrin slam into the black mass of Volterra – only to cringe and squeak, at the ferocity the black Sultan had thrust Pip with. It gave an uneasy jolt to his heart, a flutter of breath that picked up and heaved slightly, as the colt watched on at a comfortable distance.

Despite Pip’s successful hit, the way that he was thrown sent a nearly discernable shudder through the boy. Reminding him of how it felt to be thrown aside, weightless, insignificant in the clutches of the bone monster. His life meant nothing to the creature, crumpled up and wounded.

Before he can attempt to stop Volterra from causing any more injury, he hesitates. Stops mid stride as the behemoth begins to speak.

“That was good,” he says.

“What?” Another layer of confusion found Saoirse’s face. As the behemoth continued, the battle was beginning to make more sense. But it did not erase the concern and sharp creases from the colt. Instead he felt his soul clutched, and held fiercely for his friend who seemed nearly ecstatic with his opponent.

“Why?” – why would Pip do this willingly? Why risk injury and hurt, and pain? Torn between concern and blatant curiosity, the boy held his breath when Pip took to the dune.

Unable to contain the emotions that wrestled, and struggled to understand this flurry of feather and teeth, and hooves – the boy jumped in his spot with a cheering whinny. Wings a flare, and flapping – giddy.

“GO GET ‘EM PIP!!”




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