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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2017 17:12:47 GMT -6
Feather Hunting
ft. Roland & Katarina
War-Cold | FireBirdFalling
Time of Day: Afternoon
Timeline: Between chapters three & four
Weather: Hot af. Luckily, there is a slight breeze that picks up every now and then.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2017 17:30:21 GMT -6
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The dry air had started to get to the Fury stallion, his lips dry and tongue sticky against the roof of his mouth. Glancing down, squinting through dusty goggles, Roland noticed the river. It wouldnt hurt to stop for a drink; there didnt seem to be anything worth looking at for miles.
Glancing over his shoulder at his napping hawk, Roland tucked his wings to his side and started to drop, laughing as he felt the hawk grip onto his mane as they fell. At the last minute, his wings sprang open, gliding him to a rather rough landing. Sand kicked up behind him as his hooves slid into the ground, his dragon-like tail thumping on the ground as he came to a full stop. Harrison flung from his roaned back, landing with a thump on the sand.
Roland chuckled to himself and turned away as his familiar scrambled to stand, making his way to the water. He dipped his front hooves in the cool stream, dipping his lips to the water and taking a drink. The cool water tickled his throat and made his tongue dance. He knew he was thirsty, but he didnt know he was that thirsty.
His mind was now distracted, and he had forgotten about the fallen hawk behind him. Little did he know that the bird was hopping off on his own, leaving the leather winged stallion behind. |
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jul 5, 2017 18:30:19 GMT -6
| Katarina Iron Hoof WC: 467 // Post #1 |
Kat pumped her wings, a dull soft thudding in her ears that mirrored her heart. She was training once again, though it soothed her more than anything when she had burning muscles and a sweaty coat. Astor was in a sturdy pouch on her back, in between her wings. He'd gotten to the point where it was almost impossible to fly with him anymore, but she did have to admit, he was a really good counterweight. Better than rocks, since she didn't have to spend hours finding the right ones that would get the perfect weight. He was that already.
She was trying to get closer and closer to the ground, but not quite touching it, as she was flying. She'd seen some dare-devil pegasus show off and since she found the maneuver particularly appealing to her line of work, she decided to try it. It involved diving from a great height, then pulling up right before the ground, riding the momentum and gliding as far as possible, not a whisper of a wingbeat. Usually, Kat wouldn't try something like this, but it would give her an advantage, especially if she needed to get to the ground quickly, or sneak up on unsuspecting enemies.
Kat had reached the starting point of her dive, a height she deemed survivable (barely) but also fairly flexible with her skills and body type. She started her dive, the second of the day, the wind beginning to whistle between her primaries.
The first, she didn't have Astor. He had opted to hide from the rising sun under a rock and decided to be a little snot when she called. He was getting better at responding to her but most days, he acted like a sassy teenager. With claws and great determination.
Half-way to the ground and the wretched feline started to mewl in protest, a hint of something quite desirable on the horizon. Well, there's no stopping now, you worthless furball.
She pulled up, just barely in time, coasting on the built up dive energy. She flew like an arrow across the sands, kicking up a dust cloud after her. It was like a dream, almost. Her adrenaline was everywhere, which was unusual for her, even on the best of days. But she didn't try to hide it. It didn't last however, since Astor decided to relocate his last meal all over the carrier he was in, along with the surrounding areas of her back. Oh great. Now I'm going to smell like vomit if I don't wash this off soon.
Kat spied a river just over the next dune, shifting uncomfortably as the disgusting liquid inched its way into her feathers along her neck, withers, and wings. You, little pain, are going to pay for that. Extra obedience training for sure.
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