08-26-2021, 01:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-27-2021, 12:46 PM by Cassiell.
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Dark wings bring dark tidings, some might say. But on this crisp autumn day, they merely bore upon them a stranger soaring far above the northern lands. A harbinger of something not yet put to words. A plan not yet in motion. Knowledge is power, after all. And he needed more.
For hours he had surged overhead after setting out from the far more familiar confines of the "common lands," letting the chill wind carry him ever onward as his molten gaze skimmed the ground below, devouring it mile-by-mile while he committed every detail of the unfolding scenery to memory. And yet still it was not enough, for there are some things one can only learn from others as opposed to mere observation.
So it was that the midnight pegasus found his arcing, aerial path bringing him closer and closer to the tumultuous crash of the stormy sea down below as the waves raged against the cliffside. A wind tinged with the heady scents of salt and sand accompanied him as he went, sending the tangled tendrils of his mane and tail to whipping against his scarred pelt, lashing against him with every beat of his wings.
The polite thing to do would have been to circle about while still airborne, hunting for the lord -- or lady -- of this land before touching down. But Cassiell was not always polite. So he landed, hooves of tarnished bronze digging harshly into the sandy beach as he did so. A fleeting mark upon the earth which would be erased as soon as high tide came in. Feathered appendages tucking themselves against the expanse of his powerful torso, the stallion then set off at an unhurried pace as he forged just a bit deeper into this beachside domain, his ears flickering this way and that all the while. His skull lifted, nostrils flaring as he scented at the wind, hunting for signs of life. For others.
Mounting a nearby cliff, his hooves striking against granite with each step, the brute then brought his great frame to a halt in favor of adopting a fairly nonchalant stance with his right hock cocked and his long tail swishing aimlessly from side-to-side. An intruder waiting for an audience, clearly, but one who posed little threat.
For the moment.
For hours he had surged overhead after setting out from the far more familiar confines of the "common lands," letting the chill wind carry him ever onward as his molten gaze skimmed the ground below, devouring it mile-by-mile while he committed every detail of the unfolding scenery to memory. And yet still it was not enough, for there are some things one can only learn from others as opposed to mere observation.
So it was that the midnight pegasus found his arcing, aerial path bringing him closer and closer to the tumultuous crash of the stormy sea down below as the waves raged against the cliffside. A wind tinged with the heady scents of salt and sand accompanied him as he went, sending the tangled tendrils of his mane and tail to whipping against his scarred pelt, lashing against him with every beat of his wings.
The polite thing to do would have been to circle about while still airborne, hunting for the lord -- or lady -- of this land before touching down. But Cassiell was not always polite. So he landed, hooves of tarnished bronze digging harshly into the sandy beach as he did so. A fleeting mark upon the earth which would be erased as soon as high tide came in. Feathered appendages tucking themselves against the expanse of his powerful torso, the stallion then set off at an unhurried pace as he forged just a bit deeper into this beachside domain, his ears flickering this way and that all the while. His skull lifted, nostrils flaring as he scented at the wind, hunting for signs of life. For others.
Mounting a nearby cliff, his hooves striking against granite with each step, the brute then brought his great frame to a halt in favor of adopting a fairly nonchalant stance with his right hock cocked and his long tail swishing aimlessly from side-to-side. An intruder waiting for an audience, clearly, but one who posed little threat.
For the moment.
cassiell
temperance is a virtue
Dark Pegasus by Tatiana Yamshanova used with permission.
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