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 Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 9:49 pm
Midday hit ferociously with heat, the sunlight cascading from the sky mercilessly to engulf the hilly plains below. Winter had just barely faded away when suddenly it had become too hot to enjoy any longer. Beneath the glare of light, a dark figure shifted uncomfortably, the light glinting off her metalically colored underbelly and spinal spikes. Her safe little valley nested between her two hills suddenly became very uncomfortable. The femininely built wyrm tossed in the grass, ripping some out in her frustration. Finally two light blue eyes cracked open, shutting again soon as light hit them. What she wouldn't give for some shadows.
Rolling onto her stomach, she glared ahead at the daylit world, forked tongue flickering in and out regularly. It was a habit, and a hard one to break, yet amusing. Her wings spread themselves out, the light casting her pattern of the full moon onto the grass by her side. Her long claws on one forefoot tapped almost impatiently before she lifted herself up onto her feet, her body stretching until some bones gave a small satisfying pop.
Time to go find someplace else to lay down.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 10:13 pm
The sun shone down on the poor young Fire/Wind wyrm, making him feel uncomfortable with the heat for once in his young life. His peach-and-cream colored wings fanned out slightly, stretching so that he could attempt at flight again. The last attempt he had made so much progress: he had gotten at least twice his length off the ground!
Wings spreading, Xahrel's blue-striped golden body tensed before launching out. His wing muscels strained, but he managed to sustain a glide.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 10:26 pm
Spotting an unfamiliar form shooting through the air, Marama looked up and followed it for a moment. Fascinating, flight. She had once, herself, attempted to take wing, but that attempt had deterred her from the thought of ever soaring again. She watched the pale youth from below, her pace having halted. Curiousity spiked, her pointed tail flicking idly as she watched the youngster.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 10:53 pm
His glide seemed stable, as he curled into a circle while airborn. He lowered himself closer to the ground as he felt his muscles tire from not eating. His landing was rather bumpy and stung a small bit, and he sat up slowly with a soft whine.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 11:07 pm
At the whine from the little one, something deep inside Marama compelled her to go to him. She neared the little hybrid, tilting her head to the side slightly at the sight of him. Her tongue flicked out slightly as she peered down.
Are you all right? She inquired gently.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 11:30 pm
Xahrel turned towards the inquiry, his blue eyes gazing up at her. Wings fluttering slightly to fold at his sides.
It's... only a scratch. I think I'm okay... His innocent tone was a meek wavering note, due to his shyness and maybe a little bit from the fall.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 11:30 am
You need to work on those landings. Else you're going to hurt yourself. She warned, trying to keep the harsh sound of her voice gentle. Where are you scratched at? Curiously, the adult peered over the little male, her face refusing to reveal her mood.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 11:49 am
My... uh... My shoulder kinda hurts. He winced slightly at the scolding. I've been trying to work on them... I didn't lost any feathers this time... He winced again as he thought of when he first tried to fly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 3:32 pm
Baby steps, I suppose. She walked a few feet away, her pace slow and lumbering. Swift movements weren't hard, just... inconveinienced. She sniffed at the ground before tearing into it with her long claws. Earth tumbled from her foot back to the ground, until she had found a large lump of something in the dirt. The deformed clump she tossed aimlessly to the boy, making sure it landed a few inches in front of him. Eat that. It is bitter and will taste like the dirt it came out of, but it should stop any pain you've got here shortly.
Marama peered down her small hole, poking absently at a few worms writhing. They moved slowly, enough to stop her attention from them. She turned to watch the boy with a passive glance, to see if he was taking her advice.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 3:47 pm
Baby steps...? He looked down at the dirt-covered lump. Was she serious? He poked at it with a wing, glancing at the older female before down at it again. ...alright... He muttered softly, opening his jaw and taking ahold of the mass.
With the lump in his mouth, he looked more like a snake trying to swallow a big mouse. He swallowed it down, but almost gagged from the taste. Ew...
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 4:05 pm
At the sight of him trying to eat the root, Marama quietly chuckled to herself. Baby steps, yes. One by one, you'll learn to walk. In your case, fly. The taste will go away soon. Faster, if you can find something to drink.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 8:55 pm
His blue eyes quickly moved around, spotting a very small puddle of water underneath a bush. Xahrel drank the small puddle, the water only helping a small bit. At least it wasn't as bad now.
Turning back to Marama, the Wind/Fire youth watched the shadow wyrmess. ...Thank you, Marama. How do I... take baby steps?
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 8:21 pm
The gift of flight is not mine. I cannot say. Marama glanced over the youth before diverting her attention to the surrounding areas, searching for shade. Now that she knew the little one wasn't hurt, she could focus more on her own comfort level. Just take things slowly, even if it's frustrating. Practice makes perfect and all that. Sighing quietly at the lack of shadows, Marama listened to the world around her.
A faint sound reached out to touch her sense of hearing, just faded enough to go unnoticed if chosen to be ignored. Marama's eyes closed carefully, her wing twitching just slightly incase the boy tried to talk to silence him. Her thoughts silenced themselves, letting her mind settle into a dark cloud, tendrils reaching out to grasp at knowledge, to fill the void. She kept them in her control, throwing them out to feel for the source of the noise. Eagerly awaiting for such a chance, the cloud swirled, contemplating its own knowledge before a bright light seared the darkness. Three holes appeared in the cloud, each larger than the last. They took shape almost painfully slowly before her half-blind mind suddenly cleared, the cloud exploding as the scrying hit home.
Little one, something bad is coming.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:02 pm
The gift of flight was not hers? But she had wings! Was she unable to fly? He started to relay his question to the adult, but was silenced by the wing. He settled back, watching Marama carefully. Understanding something was going on without his knowledge of what, the youth awaited for a signal it was okay to speak again.
Something bad? Xahrel repeated, slowly looking around. How bad...?
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2007 9:20 pm
I know not. Marama answered, eyes opening to turn towards the sky. Her pupils shrunk at the sight of the sun, part of her begging for the safety of shade. Ah, there. Three shadows inverted from her moment ago seeing, swirling in the sky.
Damn birds must have seen you fall. Marama said quietly, trying to decide on what to do. These weren't regular vultures. Mulling silently, she searched about for a safe place to hide the little one.
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