11-02-2020, 07:37 PM
YADIGAR
there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got.
They had laid his father to rest but his dreams continued to burn brightly all across Beqanna in some form or another. Yadigar wonders if it was true that only the strong remained now. Perhaps a test was in order? It seemed like a proper way to mourn Ghaul, and he would be gentle in his prodding, as always.
He spreads his wings and gives a short crooning call in case any of the other members of Pangea are interested in stretching their legs. Then, with a flap of leathery wings, he is airborne and moving toward Loess. His claws are held tight to his underbelly while his spiked tail curls in whatever direction he leans. He has never been to the southern kingdom, fearing the Pangean king’s wrath, but he is eager to see it now.
He dips to his left and his path forms a slow arch over the rolling waves of grasses that form the meadow, then the barren winter branches of the forest. He leans to the right once more as he passes the mountain by. Finally, he finds himself gliding over the unfamiliar region - Loess.
Yadigar tucks his wings and begins to dive with his forelegs held out to catch him. His talons leave a short, angry trail in the dirt when he lands. One milky white eye scans his surroundings and his head tilts, little clicks of intrigue escaping the depth of his throat. It seems nice enough. His vision settles on the warm outline of a pegasus, a bit shorter than him but interesting enough. He slinks closer and spreads his wings wide in a feral display of dominance.
“You,” he says with a smile that wants to be some kind of warm greeting, but it is all teeth. “You will come to Pangea."
He spreads his wings and gives a short crooning call in case any of the other members of Pangea are interested in stretching their legs. Then, with a flap of leathery wings, he is airborne and moving toward Loess. His claws are held tight to his underbelly while his spiked tail curls in whatever direction he leans. He has never been to the southern kingdom, fearing the Pangean king’s wrath, but he is eager to see it now.
He dips to his left and his path forms a slow arch over the rolling waves of grasses that form the meadow, then the barren winter branches of the forest. He leans to the right once more as he passes the mountain by. Finally, he finds himself gliding over the unfamiliar region - Loess.
Yadigar tucks his wings and begins to dive with his forelegs held out to catch him. His talons leave a short, angry trail in the dirt when he lands. One milky white eye scans his surroundings and his head tilts, little clicks of intrigue escaping the depth of his throat. It seems nice enough. His vision settles on the warm outline of a pegasus, a bit shorter than him but interesting enough. He slinks closer and spreads his wings wide in a feral display of dominance.
“You,” he says with a smile that wants to be some kind of warm greeting, but it is all teeth. “You will come to Pangea."
Yadigar, of Pangea, is stealing Tarian, of Loess, for one BQ year.
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