01-26-2021, 04:47 PM
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When her voice floats to his ears, Targaryen feels elation swell like a tsunami from within. She has been his very first friend, and her powers had healed him on that riverbank. How could he refuse the joy that rises inside him at the sound and smell of Cheri? Though the darkness is thick, her glowing shape beams like a ray of sunlight, and Targaryen eagerly steps toward her.
Jedar’s claws dig deeper into his withers, and a quick, low chortle of “Danger!” alerts Targaryen just as a shadow detaches from the rest. The movement is so quick the tobiano boy stands dumbfounded for a moment, tricolored wings spread in mingled surprise and confusion, while Cheri falls beneath the weight of the thing. “Cheri!” He has heard of the creatures, being a wanderer in the lonely places of their world, but he hasn’t seen them yet.
As his mind attempts to absorb what is happening, another boy launches from the shadows and twists toward Cheri and the monster. This act of heroism triggers Targaryen to move, and Jedar lifts from his shoulders with a few brisk pumps of his wings before nosediving for the tangled mess of children. The golden eagle’s agility allows him to aim his beak and claws for the bits of shadow-creature that he can find.
It is as Targaryen is racing forward that a pretty white filly leaps from the shadows. The pieces of fuzzy, dancing light she brings with her are almost blinding compared to the heavy darkness that had covered them moments before, and the tobiano blinks against it. Blinking is a poor mistake on his part, as he is still running toward the fight. As Targaryen’s eyes open, he realizes he is about to run into (and probably over) the bundle of children, and so he flares his wings and shifts his weight to his hind legs to come to a sliding stop.
It is nearly impossible to pick out exactly how he can help, and Targaryen feels like he cannot think over the loud drum of his heartbeat in his ears. But Cheri had saved him, so it was only right to save her as well.
So the boy aims for the beast alongside the red colt, hoping that the white filly will manage to pull Cheri free. Targaryen rears to plummet his hooves into the wispy pieces of a limb that hold his glowing friend, gritting his teeth and letting out a warrior cry that feels right in the pit of his stomach.
Jedar’s claws dig deeper into his withers, and a quick, low chortle of “Danger!” alerts Targaryen just as a shadow detaches from the rest. The movement is so quick the tobiano boy stands dumbfounded for a moment, tricolored wings spread in mingled surprise and confusion, while Cheri falls beneath the weight of the thing. “Cheri!” He has heard of the creatures, being a wanderer in the lonely places of their world, but he hasn’t seen them yet.
As his mind attempts to absorb what is happening, another boy launches from the shadows and twists toward Cheri and the monster. This act of heroism triggers Targaryen to move, and Jedar lifts from his shoulders with a few brisk pumps of his wings before nosediving for the tangled mess of children. The golden eagle’s agility allows him to aim his beak and claws for the bits of shadow-creature that he can find.
It is as Targaryen is racing forward that a pretty white filly leaps from the shadows. The pieces of fuzzy, dancing light she brings with her are almost blinding compared to the heavy darkness that had covered them moments before, and the tobiano blinks against it. Blinking is a poor mistake on his part, as he is still running toward the fight. As Targaryen’s eyes open, he realizes he is about to run into (and probably over) the bundle of children, and so he flares his wings and shifts his weight to his hind legs to come to a sliding stop.
It is nearly impossible to pick out exactly how he can help, and Targaryen feels like he cannot think over the loud drum of his heartbeat in his ears. But Cheri had saved him, so it was only right to save her as well.
So the boy aims for the beast alongside the red colt, hoping that the white filly will manage to pull Cheri free. Targaryen rears to plummet his hooves into the wispy pieces of a limb that hold his glowing friend, gritting his teeth and letting out a warrior cry that feels right in the pit of his stomach.
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