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Yael Posts: 186
World's Edge Seer atk: 7.5 | def: 11 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 :: 39 - appears 8 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zani :: Serval :: None Astor
#1
Let’s go back. Back to a time before fate sets the cogs and wheels turning, before anger stirs the air and betrayal poisons the water. Not too far, just a little – enough to make this a love story, enough to pretend it’s not a tale of guilt and desperation.

It’s quieter down here, in the Grove. It’s true that the northern wind does not so easily pierce the thick vegetation. Here, the willows still hold their color; some of the first to turn green and the last to lose their color, they glow gold in the late afternoon sunlight. It dances through the spindly branches, casting long shadows across both land and water. Yael wears her cloak clasped loosely about her neck, letting it fall askew of her slender frame and plush, black-tipped wings as Zani moves about – unable to sit still in his ever-growing curiosity.

Curious as he is, he may want to disappear soon enough.

Step by step, she navigates the vegetation, humming a soft little tune to herself in perceived solitude. It rises and falls in a minor key, wordless and exotic. Every now and then, she reaches back to touch the serval kit or nose him into a better position, focused on nothing but the two of them and their excursion to nowhere in particular.

Yael


a lover of the light

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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
#2
fear the vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the vulture.
A new type of satisfaction filled the man. It swelled his chest and arched his crest—not in a pompous way, but in a fulfilled way. The vulture, so absorbed with proud paternal thoughts, did not even realize he, and all of Helovia, had just been released from the clutches of a powerful god—he had far more important thoughts on his mind: flying lessons.

The little bumblebee had admirable soared over the salt flats. His wings absentmindedly rose from his sides, their vast size brushing against the willow’s golden drapery even in their half-folded state. A few yellow, oval leaves getting ensnared in the varied feathers and hitching a ride through the Grove—a few even clutched onto the snarled tufts of his beard, bringing further attention to the preoccupied, lopsided grin that was plastered on his thick lips. He was in a fine mood, indeed, as he wandered back towards the Edge.

Though his red-hot eyes quickly lost their glaze, raptor gaze focusing sharply on the golden haunches that swayed just beyond their reach in the thickly-foliaged Grove. He knew those haunches and those dark wing tips that so amply framed them. Though he had not yet known those haunches in the way he had wished for on multiple occasions of meeting Yael, he certainly had appreciated them from the other side of her long-running rejection.

But even the constant teasing (and continued denial) of the alluringly accented mare could not dim his spirits; right now, the Vulture was on top of the world. So a deep, gruff whicker was sent out through the swaying willows, “Yael, always a vision.” And his lopsided grin grew, wondering hoping for some further illuminating conversation with the enigmatic woman.
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Yael Posts: 186
World's Edge Seer atk: 7.5 | def: 11 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 :: 39 - appears 8 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zani :: Serval :: None Astor
#3
Zani is the first to detect the titan; his tiny, round head with oversized ears pokes out of the cloak, swiveling this way and that until he spots the white-faced stallion. And oh, he thinks the man to be a giant. A high-pitched warning growl echoes his alarm, but the golden priestess (is she, still?) has already felt it, her hooves bringing the pair to a halt. Zani sends her an image of what he sees, blowing Gaal up to be this fire-eyed monster bearing down on them, black trails very clearly foretelling his intent to harm them.

Yael pivots, slightly confused, and even as she does, his deep rumble reaches her ears. A delighted beacon of a smile stretches across her face, beaming a certain radiance towards the feathered man. However, she cannot yet reply; not until she calms her bonded down, murmuring unheard words towards the kit until he leaps from his nest between her shoulder blades, and prowls towards the massive pegasus. At least his snarling as stopped (for now) - but still, he is not certain of this one, even more confused by the warm, subdued lust that Yael cannot filter out of their newly formed link.

She had been disappointed to hear that he’d gone to take care of a family, if only because she thought him to be a bachelor. In a way, the little development makes him even more attractive, knowing that he takes such a responsibility seriously - that there is more to the smooth-talking playboy than meets the eye. Appraising eyes drink Gaal up as he parts through the willow branches, a hundred sultry words brimming to the surface - but as usual, she goes with the safe ones. “Gaal…” she replies in a honeyed tongue, “You xaf returned! Ah… xow ees your… ah, familee?”

Well, mostly safe. There is a silent, second question behind her first. Why didn’t he tell her, amidst all their flirting? Because she does have to go there. She has to call him out in order to move forward. Like any woman, she wants to know - what is her competition like?

Yael


a lover of the light

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