Striped hooves planted sturdily in the leaf litter at every step keeping Oster's shaggy dun body moving forward, even in his exhaustion. A deep sigh of air left him, and seeing the trees finally beginning to thin he would slowly halt his plodding gait. Blue eyes viewed the trees, his breathing deep and heavy, as he had travelled a long distance that day. The forest had not been his preferred section to stop, so he had forced himself to endure the fatigue and sore, stiffening muscle pain, and get to a safer place. And finally, he could stop. Lifting his proud neck, and boxy head, he would glance about, ears flicking to catch sounds, eyes checking around. He was unsure if this place was safe, or a danger.
No - there was nothing suspicious, only the call of the night birds and creatures, swooping about, doing whatever they did normally. His head drooped, eyes starting to close. No. he had to stay awake… well, it wouldn't hurt for a nap, Oster reason, and resting his right hip, and locking the other leg, Oster, would allow himself to doze, relaxing most of his brown-bay body, breathing slowing.
A yawn caressed his maw, showing his teeth for a moment, before clicking shut, eyes closing gently, but still on his guard, obvious by the way his ears were pricked. a small nap wouldn't do anyone harm, and he was so tired… The call of a bird nearby snapped him awake, and he grumbled to himself, then tried to relax back into his doze again. It wasn't particularly working, and as Oster stood, his eyes closed, muscles at ease, hut his hooves somewhat sore, he snorted, dispelling dust fom his nasal passages, and preventing him from having to sneeze later. Hopefully now, he'd get some shut-eye before he came across someone.
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He glides easily beneath the willowy, reaching shadows of newly budding trees, coasting easily over brisk spring air on graceful webbed wings. Jade eyes, wide and alert, flit through the bright green forest like eager baby birds, searching for his next prey. His snout is set in a tense line - the dragon is focused, for his stomach rumbles terribly.
Movement.
The bronze hurries into the arms of the nearest tree, stooping low under the safety of foliage, searching for the source of the movement. All is still, however, and he is half-tempted to return to his horse, but the faint sound of breathing convinces him otherwise. On stealthy wings, the large dragon swoops silently downward, hawk eyes intent on the prey. With claws outreached, he realizes too late that the prey is, in fact, an equine, and he gives an indignant caw before surging upward, feet clenched in annoyance. Perhaps his friend would like to know of the dozing steed, so he zips nimbly toward Jackal's direction, jaws bared in something of a reptilian grin.
Sleeping horse, smells of other lands, Dei informs smartly as he descends onto the King of Thieves' back. The dun nickers softly to his friend, impossibly glad that their bond has returned. What is he like? the stallion inquires, chancing a trek in the newcomer's direction with a flick of his auburn tail. Torn, sleeping, the dragon replies, picking a stray twig from the stallion's mane and combing out the kinks with his nimble claws. Jackal holds his breath as a snort rattles through the trees and suddenly stumbles upon a sleeping bay male, scars crossing his hide like rivers. He pauses, head held high and alert - although the dun before him is considerably smaller, a virtuous warrior does not need height on his side, and the beast before him is no green-hoofed colt. "Hail," the red dun calls out, his gentle tenor ringing softly through the empty space before them. Jackal leans against a closeby tree, although his hooves are ready to fight or flee. Silver eyes study the bay dun carefully, his mouth a pithy line. "It is not wise to sleep in the Threshold," for you must watch your back for creatures like me.
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Drifting as his mind was, Oster's attention did not. His ears lazily swivelled around him at every sound, searching, scabbing for any danger. But.. something was off. The sounds of creatures were gone, and it was silent, save for the swish of wind in the dark trees. Ill at ease, blue eyes opened, the shaggy pony's neck rising from it's previously relaxed state. And.. what was that? A slight swish… too quite to be a bat's. An owl? But again, owls made no discernible sound… and they didn't disturb the peace. Peering about him, Oster shifts slightly, ready to move. Suddenly, a dark shape from the corner of his eye caught the stallion's attention, and he swung, spooking to a degree, heart rate fluttering up. He caught a flash of talons int he dark, then a harsh, reptilian caw brought the dun pony to his senses, and he pinned his ears back, ready to face whatever confronted him… but nothing was there. Gone, the current danger passed. Oster forced himself to calm down, relax somewhat. Hopefully that was a sign somebody else was in the area…
He spent a few, tense moments listening carefully, making sure that thing, whatever it was, as he had not caught at true sight of the dragon in the dark, wasn't coming back. He finally reassured himself, ears returning to their normal position, and the obvious sound of hoofbeats through the undergrowth met his ears. Oster listened, holding himself taller, somewhat still on edge. But what greeted him wasn't what he was expecting. Another male - taller than himself, by quite a few hands. But what did surprise him was the creature seated on this stallion's back. He drew a glance to the dragon, wondering if this creature was the once who had spooked him so. But of course, he wasn't going to say that out loud - heavens forbid making himself look like a fool before anybody.
The other was first to speak, a simple greeting of one simple word. "Evening." Oster would answer, his voice blank, but still polite. Shifting his stance, realising his limb was falling asleep to some extent, Oster's auds easily caught the second part of the other's words. "Of which I now know." he answered, his tone still neutral but polite. He did not wish ill.
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A smile plays at his face at the other stallion's remark, a lopsided thing, clinging to the fine velvet of his lips like a stubborn crab. "I am Jackal, King of Thieves, and this is Dei,", he says, relaxing visibly at the stranger's benevolence; beneath his weight, the tree bows, its branches brushing carelessly against its neighbors. The bronze chirrups cheerfully to the mention of his name, the excited flutter of wings betraying his xenophilia. "I can offer you a much safer place to rest," the dun says quietly, running his gaze down the warrior's scars, "the Foothills are cool and shady in the summer, and warm and sheltered in the summer. I think you'll find it quite pleasant," his voice is low and cordial; orange light filters through the encroaching trees, tracing the stallion in shades of gold, and gilding his companion's scales. The dragon watches this scarred horse intently, curiosity glittering in his orblike jade eyes.
Assuming this stallion was what he appeared to be, Jackal inclines his body forward, tail flicking idly. "We need warriors," he says, tilting his head lightly, the golden dusk light reflecting off his swirling mercury eyes like dragon fire. Most males seem eager to prove their worth on the battlefield, and Jackal is anxious to swell his ranks. The Foothills, although bountiful with food and gracious in beauty, had seemed inactive as of late. Vague expression of apprehension crosses the youth's brow as he gazes at the older man, attempting to deduce his story from the sweep of his scars and the color of his eyes.
forever is a long long time when you've lost your way
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