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[OPEN] Distract Me [crafting]

Graasvoel Posts: 97
World's Edge Artificier atk: 3.5 | def: 7.0 | dam: 8.0
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.0hh :: 6 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
smitty
#1
graasvoel
Doubt and uncertainty clouded his mind—all things he thought he had left in his adolescence when he had strived for the unattainable approval of his father and the unavailable love of his mother. The moment he had discovered pleasure, and how it had fulfilled a previously empty hole in his chest, he had been able to leave all this angst behind him.

Until now. When he had landed in the Thistle Meadow only to be greeted with two pairs of golden, youthful, hopeful eyes. His daughters. How was he to be a father? He had never known love—or, more aptly, he had known only briefly the love of his true dam. But that had cost her her life.

A harsh snort pushed out of his nostrils has a great, thick forelimb struck out at the earth, restlessly tearing out chunks of rich and dark soil from the mother’s flesh. “Who can I craft for?!” Was his thundering, rough cry—anything, anything to distract him from the tumultuous emotions that swamped him.

His wings flared and clammed up in repetitive agitation, red-hot eyes sweeping around and probing the mists for a herd member to appear as he anxiously grasped on the Moon’s cool crafting magic to fill his veins and thicken the chilly mists around his knees.
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Ru Posts: 130
World's Edge Captain atk: 7.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.0
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1h :: 3 [Tallsun] HP: 60.5 | Buff: Novice
Mar
#2

From afar she can hear his gravelly voice. Low and heavy, as it bounces and wrestles to her ears. An air of hesitancy nearly pulls her back, but before she can stop herself – Ru’s limbs start up in a free and easy run.

The mists obscure most of the lands, and makes for an adrenaline inducing jaunt. Trees are nearly avoided, as are bushes and fallen logs, rocks and mounds. The heat is insulating in this dense fog, that Ru’s thin skin begins to drip and roll with sweat and moisture.

Thankfully she is not too far. It takes a moment to grasp the tawny figure, swaddled in the layers of mist, that seem to swirl with every wing pulsed out into the open. She’s surprised that he’s so big, large for one who carries wings. Ru wonders briefly if she might outmatch him in the skies, but it’s hard to say without actually spying him in the air. Perhaps he is more of a glider, than a death diver.

A subdued, however audible coo reaches out to the behemoth. White feather crests unfurling with interest, as she searches those red-rimmed eyes. The fellow appears restless, the way he snaps his wings the way he does. With slight caution, the young warrior enters his sphere at a comfortable distance.

Settling ahead of him, she wonders just how far she can get with her request. With a long and steady inhale of thick warm air, she exhales only with slight trepidation curling behind her coral eyes.

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@Graasvoel   :: Ru is seeking an offensive item! Spiked wing guards that attach at the wrist of her wings... We'll see how this goes XD
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