10-09-2016, 08:20 PM
In all his motha fudgin' splendor, the purple stallion lands delicately upon the shores of the coast. One glittering nail then the next until all four are rested in the damp black sand. The white glittered wings fold neatly along his spine while he gives the place a 'once over'. The kitty cat queen had asked his purpleness to join up with her and the sisters. Sisters?! How could he say no? He had moved through the skies with ease. He had not been born with wings but with the reckoning came changes. No longer was he a healer (as he found out when he bit his tongue and tried to heal it up) but instead he could fly.
How perfectly unusual.
So now, as splendidly long limbs move him up the sandy embankment to actual soil, the duo tones pools catch sight of another. A ringing clear tenor call exits his lips for a few short moments before a smile replaces his. The velvety stallion plucks his way neatly over the ground before he offers a small dip of his skull, white mane glinting in the sun. "Well hello there, dearie." The rhythm of his voice breaks the quiet with it's sing-song manner. "I do believe your lovely queen invited me to Nerine." He purrs the words casually while looking around at the gorgeousness of the land. The sea salt in the air spurred excitement and the rhythmic lap of the ocean water caresses his very soul.
Bowie's attention flits back to the mare as he cocks his head slightly, smiling at her genuinely with the careless ease of a boy. "I'm Bowie...pleasure to meet you, love." The smooth words hang in the humid air of water and land. Two toned eyes lay upon the other with careful intrigue, lobes peaked forward as he waited for her reply.
Bowie.