"Idiocy."
Salem was fuming. The last land he had flown over the feathered lad had stopped to ask his whereabouts. He was met by an odd looking fellow who looked strangely like a baboon but spoke the tongue of horse with ease. It was in a strange accent that Salem was promptly told to turn around and go back where he came from, according to the monkey birds were not welcome in the direction he was going. Birds?! Was the idiot blind?! The roan stallion had taken the insult to heart and quickly removed the world of a foolish baboon. Muttering all kinds of colourful curses as he made his way into Helovia. Scowling at the landscape below him, it was cold in this part of the world. Not that the lad cared. Salem cared nought for anything, why should he bother wasting his time on things that were clearly beneath him.
Hooves graced the ground as he braced his wings against the air that repelled his landing. Red mane flicking wildly. The earth on which he landed contained little in the way of foliage and a great gaping hole loomed at the centre, it's angry heat caressing his chestnut face. This land was strange indeed. It was too quiet and reeked with peace. It wasn't ravaged with the sound of screaming like Anarore was. Salem had lingered a while when most had fled, enjoying the havoc and the darkness. Enjoying the power in which the shades seemed to hold over everyone. It was in death one reached their full power. Or so it always seemed.
The lad folded large dual coloured wings into his frosted sides and wondered about the Heart, looking for any signs of life. Does anyone even live here he thought with dryness. There were faint scents of others but nothing strong, the winged steed was becoming inpatient. He would take one more route of the heated place, and then take to the skies once more.
lets b u r n a hole in this town
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High above, Phaedra glided on the warm air-currents. Although FrostFall was almost over, it certainly wasn't just going to fade out. The past few days had been bitterly cold, and the little mare had not grown much of a winter coat. Flying always elevated her heartbeat enough to get her blood flowing and keep her from getting too numb. But flying over the Heart always did the trick - it was always a little warmer here, and there were always warm air-currents to be found.
As she circled around, she spotted the roan stallion who had just landed. A momentary jolt of panic racked through her. How had she missed him? As she steadied herself, she took a deep breath, mentally reminding herself that she was not going to be afraid any longer. She was apart of a mercenary group. That meant something. And more - she had been given a quest by one of the God's. She had a lot to live up to, a lot to prove, and being scared like she always had been, was not apart of the plan.
Taking another breath, her green gaze steeled as she rapidly descended down towards the rocky ground. Who knows, maybe this will be the lovestruck stallion that I need, she thought amusedly, constantly thinking about her quest from the Earth God, and how it was going to be fulfilled. As she neared, these thoughts dissipated almost immediately. The stallion before her really didn't look like the warm and fuzzy type. Phaedra landed, kicking up a small whirlwind of dust as her wings beat the air forward, cushioning her landing. She was still about 10 feet away from the stallion. Phaedra did not curl her wings close to her sides, but instead left them hanging still wide open, just in case. Old habits die hard.
She fixed her green gaze on the stallion, intent on not letting her mind wander into the past. This was literally the first time she had ever approached a pegasus. She tended to avoid them at all costs. It was not racism on her part, only instinctual fear. Horses and Unicorns could not follow her into the sky - she was safe from them - could easily out run them. But a fellow pegasus? This one in particular, looked about her age, and quite strong. Was she faster than him...? She certainly thought so, her size would likely give her an edge in an aerial chase, but she hoped that she wouldn't have to find out.
Suddenly, another thought entered her mind. If he really was as strong as he appeared to be, might he not join The Grey? If he would not serve as a love-interest in her match-making game, perhaps he could aid her in other ways. Determined not to appear frightened, Phaedra stepped forward, raising an eyebrow skeptically as she looked at him. At least he was male - they usually found her attractive. In the past, she had used this to her advantage. If they thought they could have her, or owned her, usually they kept her safe. Now however, she was hoping that her odd beauty might win this stallion to her cause, for The Grey.
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onni. </style>
Distance feels further when you love with fervor
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"Salem?" a quiet voice calls, half mistaken, into the chill of winter air. The mare flew above, great chocolate wings unfurled into the bitter air, a small song bird resting just in front of the joint. A curious chirp rings in her ears and she glances back toward Lyhty, her blue eyes taking on a bit of excitement, even if her brow creased in worry. It had been a long while since the mare had seen a new face from times past. Isilme, she thought. There might be survivors from the land yet.
Her wings tilt downward into the descent toward the pit of fire below, the Heart. Before she falls far in altitude, however, the flash of another, traveling much to fast for her patient and careful descent, plops into her peripheral vision. A pale face turns to watch a mare target the stallion, and Onni's wings hesitantly pull back, stabilizing their height in the air above the lifeless plains. Complaining about the abrupt change of speed, Lyhty lets out a chirp as well as a peck on her shoulder. "I do not wish to intrude, Lyhty," she says, circling above in the sky, her blue eyes watching the scene on the ground unfold. A slight coo, exasperation, billows out of the song bird. Ever considerate of others before her own feelings, Onni was often one to trip over her actions.
Observation spoke volumes that her limited knowledge could not provide, but the healer noticed how the mare shied away from getting too close to the stallion, approaching him as though he were a cougar. So, they do not know each other. Steeling her resolve, the tobiano sets back into her descent, circling in loose loops to bring them steadily closer to the ground. Hooves touch the earth smoothly, and she easily walks off the slow landing and begins to trot gracefully toward the pair. Salem's odd coloring was what made him stand out the most, perhaps, more than anything in her mind. A smile makes waves on her face as she approaches them from the front, coming to a quite stop before them, eyes passing over the mare before falling gently on Salem's figure.
"I am delighted to see you, Salem," she says, quite calmly. "I had thought the last of the survivors already arrived."
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Salem flexed large striped appendages, stretching out the kinks of long travel and nursing small aches of weariness. Rippling lips back to show a herbivore's teeth and continuing to nip gently at the feathers and joints. Snorting as he did so. It was during his much needed tidying up that a mare with spots landed in front of him, silent with one raised brow. Pools of green bored into her and he waited a few seconds to see if she would speak. Her wings like that of an owl and she stood at least a hand taller than himself. The winged femme said nothing and Salem sighed, "what, are you going to stand there staring at me all day?!"
His voice held a note of exasperation. After all his travelling the last thing he wanted was to talk to another idiot or stare in this case. Maybe after a good days rest the boy might have been more tactful, but alas! The roan wasn't up for mind games. Salem was about to turn and walk away in a huff when a familiar voice carried on the wind into his lobes. Eyes turned to the familiar tobiano figure of a mare who he had first met in Isilme, her voice still calm and her words still gentle. Onni. A small, relieved smile appeared on his features. He didn't know the mare very well but he had liked her all the same, which was strange for a steed so set on remaining aloof. The boys own voice was as gentle as he could manage it, speaking to a friend thought lost forever. "Onni! I see it is true that the survivors ran here."
He looks to Lythy curiously, wondering if she had always had a song bird fluttering around with her and he had simply been unobservant. His face remains there but his eyes go blank as he thought back to Isilme, eventually finding voice. "I took a rather long detour." There was laughter in his tones this time, no point is admitting to getting lost on the way.
lets b u r n a hole in this town
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