| Dragon's Throat Colt |
| Colt :: Tribrid :: 16.2 adult :: 3 seasons [Orangemoon] |
| mar |
03-10-2017, 05:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-10-2017, 06:20 PM by Saoirse.)
S A O I R S E
The boy was returning to his little nest that morning. The one where he and his mother had taken for shelter and reprieve at most times - underneath palm and surrounded by hardy, scraggly bush. It vaguely held her scent in the softened bedding nearest to the palm’s bases, made of dried desert grass, of cotton fluffs, and pieces of discarded feather.
He pushed through the bushes, and stiffened at the sight of the leather bag placed in the center. His heart thrummed heavily in his ears, as he inhaled the air for the newer, possibly brighter smell of his mother. But as his curious nose led him closer to the parcel, there was no scent he could discern from its appearance.
Saoirse trailed his muzzle across the engravings, and flipped the flap back to investigate its insides. Empty.
“Mom?” He shot his head up – just tall enough to breach the bushes. He swept his gaze about. Trying very hard to resist the urge to leak from his eyes, or for his voice to crack and surrender to the lurch, and pull tearing his heart a part.
Eventually this feeling left him. Sending his mind and thoughts to the bag instead. He tried his best to slip the thing on. But after numerous attempts and failures, Saoirse huffed out in frustration – halting his efforts. An extra pair of teeth and lips might do the trick.
Without avail, he grabbed the leathery treasure by one of its straps, and bounced off to find one of his herd mates. Surely, there might be a few scattered throughout the lands?
The boy stopped near a hill – the tallest he could find in the area. While the sun was about and rising faster, and higher into the sky – the pregnant bellies of cloud, and heavy rainfall drew nearer. Drawing with them, the smell of dust and rich with moisture.
A momentary breeze ruffled past the colt’s feathers. Supplicating the raw desire for his mother's muzzle, with brief and wishful thinking.
ooc: for @Iskra XO
| Dragon's Throat Colt |
| Colt :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 1 year |
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Castiel :: Royal Humpback Leviathan :: Tidal Wave
Blu |
All I want is Champagne and sunshine
"'AY!"
A stray voice hailed out through the growing noon and the pressing storm.
"Sa!!! What's up!?"
Iskra's energetic greeting preceded him, bursting from his open-mouthed grin and easy laughter as he raced across the desert they called home. He had spotted the paler boy from a distance and was closing in on him, tail flagged in the breeze and hooves a steady heartbeat into the ground as he galloped over. He'd been racing the wind, waiting for her to breath a contestant into view, evident whenever she stirred a fallen leaf or sent a dandelion tuft loose. Iskra's challenge was to spot them before it was too late and the race was over, and then of course his job was to win. They were tricky though, not always blowing in a straight line, which is why agility mattered as much as speed, but Iskra was sure of himself. He won several, but he did lose some too. He'd stopped keeping score - it was Squishy's task, the golem tottering slowly behind him, but the silly thing failed to keep up.
So, darkened with some sweat in the folds of his growing muscles, Iskra hauled up the large hill top to face Saoirse. His nares were flared, flanks heaving, as his lungs eagerly gulped the arid air. "Hey buddy," he greeted once more now that they were close, his voice less of a shout, but still tinged with that energetic jolt. His wings hung loosely at his sides, dissipating heat, and the breeze carried the magical sparks that he constantly shed, sending them in brief spirals before they dissipated.
"What's that?" Iskra's muzzle moved, indicating the bag the boy clutched.
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| Dragon's Throat Colt |
| Colt :: Tribrid :: 16.2 adult :: 3 seasons [Orangemoon] |
| mar |
04-06-2017, 01:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-06-2017, 01:31 AM by Saoirse.)
S A O I R S E
The sound of Iskra’s jubilant voice rushes out from the distance. Cracking a smile on the boy’s face. Saoirse rears up playfully atop the dune. Wings spread out as he tried to talk, but the bag obscured his voice into muffles and mumbles. Snorting to himself, the boy let the bag down on the sand as he returned to the earth. Gingerly resting it against his left fore.
“Iskra!” He called out. The sooty brown body, flecked and flickering with the snap of electricity began to climb the hilltop. He raised a brow, and giggled openly as he discovered that his friend was incredibly sweaty and out of breath. “What have you been up to?”
As attention was brought to his bag, he offered a more subdued smile. He looked at it, and hummed in thought briefly before answering. “It’s some kind of bag. If you open this flap here, it opens up – and you can put stuff in it. See?” He dipped down and pulled at the leather flap, trying to show Iskra the inside. He let go to regard the other colt. Swishing his tail in an air of excitement.
“I JUST found it in my nest.”
He omitted the idea that maybe his mother had left it. The boy wasn’t sure if he could talk about her, considering her prolonged absence. He preferred thinking that someone might have gifted him the bag. Perhaps the Sun God? A secret admirer? A friend? In any case, he felt special at that moment. His smile became lopsided and giddy.
“It’s pretty cool, yeah?”
| Dragon's Throat Colt |
| Colt :: Pegasus :: 17 :: 1 year |
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Castiel :: Royal Humpback Leviathan :: Tidal Wave
Blu |
All I want is Champagne and sunshine
"Oh you know, racing and winning," he grinned wider, one edge higher than the other in a lopsided, boyish manner. He was a smidge arrogant when it came to his speed, something he took pride in, especially because other colts like Matheo and Arakh seemed to agree; yet speed was hardly something he'd have for much longer. Soon enough he'd hit a growth spurt and start to fill out, taking more after his large sire than his compact mother. For now though he was just a young colt enjoying the stretch of his long legs through the sand.
Iskra's attention jumped down to the bag that Saoirse had dropped, and he nodded as the other boy walked him through it, flipping up the flap and nosing around. Iskra stepped closer, his head dropping to peer closer at the object. His lips reached out to investigate, nuzzling over the material and probing around the opening. Sufficiently impressed, Iskra pulled back, his crest feathers lifting excitedly behind his ears. "Wow that's neat! It's soft, but feels strong. What're you gonna put in it?" Iskra thought for a moment, but then started sharing all the ideas running through his head. "We should go look for really pretty rocks, or cool shells, OR OR YUMMY FOOD TO SHARE WITH EVERYONE!" A lot of fruits had been around during Birdsong, but some came about in Tallsun too, especially some of the berries, maybe even a few apples if they were lucky. Of course none of that grew here, but there was some good cactus pears and coconuts.
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