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Post by loveboxer123 on Sept 2, 2018 16:53:48 GMT -6
Ill never be your chosen one A private rp between Striker Crescent and Sentinel Commander Hyperion The Aerie, a month or so after Chapter Six Crescent is a fresh face among the flock who seems to not understand their mission. Its time she meets someone else besides the Primary and her Commander |
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Post by loveboxer123 on Sept 2, 2018 17:38:01 GMT -6
C R E S C E N T
Flock Striker
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Crescent raised her head to the sky, frowning at it. It hurt to breathe, up here in the mountains. The humidity was something she wasn't used to, more prepared for the dry heat of Sedo than the tropical climate of the Aquorean jungles. It concerned her, how few in number these rebels were. It was maddening. And no solution was in sight for the Flock.
A sharp snort left her as she spun on a heel, stomping across the floor of her newly claimed treehouse home. Milo made a questioning noise, moving to stand, but she pushed him back down with a soothing note, grabbing her scythe and clawing her way into the air.
Milo, horse Milo not the cat, had shown her Inaria from a distance. She was used to picking out shapes among the sands, not so much in the city. The ocean glittered in the corner of her eye, vast and never ending. It made her squeamish. She tucked her wings in and dove down, sweeping into the Aerie. According to Milo, it was all bustling back before the attack on Inaria. Now it was practically a ghost town. She frowned at the emptiness, looking to where she believed Antiope to be, before making her way towards a side room. It was in here, this abandoned blacksmith forge, that Crescent had been hard at work on something. Something she thought would help.
A lightweight harness. Metal that attatched to the harness, stretching over the wing and providing support for the ends. Blades, curling over the last two feathers of the wing. Not the best, but good in close situations. Crescent pulled her pet project out of where it had been sitting, beginning work again.
She pondered as she did. Why the flight didnt attack while the land scrambled.
Her grumbles became vocal, mostly under her breath.
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Post by galekxy on Sept 4, 2018 15:05:16 GMT -6
Sentinel Commander
335 | 1The events that had taken place in Inaria worried Hyperion. He hadn't been pleased with the outcome, knowing they could have acted differently. It had escalated past what Hyperion would have helped- and he wasn't exempt from the blame. He still constantly thought on the events, using what went wrong to craft better plans. They were trying to strike change, not fear, and he wanted to do what he could. He had talked to each member involved in their rally, and asked what they thought about it. The opinions of those he led were important to him. It was good to see what they thought could be improved on, and even to see where they stood with the views of the Flight. Without knowing his subordinates, then he was left in the dark.
He was just coming back from talking with some of his peers, when he saw light coming from an old forge. Sound, too. Curious, Hyperion went towards it, wings folded close to his body. He peered into the space, watching as a pegasus he didn't really recognize work on... something.
The dragon pegasus stood watching for a few moments. He had been with the Flight for many, many years, and there weren't many faces he didn't recognize. Usually just the new horses were the odd ones out. He heard her speaking, but couldn't quite make out every word. She didn't seem happy, and Peri's eyebrows furrowed.
He announced his presence by walking forward with a loud clip, and dipping his head in a usual Talori custom. Even though he had been out of Aquore for a long time, the customs still stuck with him. Most of the members in the Flight were from Talori as well, so it seemed normal. "Having any trouble?" The commander figured he would introduce himself after. She probably knew who he was anyways, though she wasn't one of his. His lips quirked up, as she definitely seemed like one of Milo's, even though he didn't know her.
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Post by loveboxer123 on Oct 3, 2018 12:27:54 GMT -6
C R E S C E N T
Flock Striker
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Crescent jumped, her eyes shooting wide open. She scrambled for a grip on the tools she had been using, groaning when they fell off the anvil.
“I'm alright.” She grumbled, picking up her tools and her project, setting them aside. She looked over at the voice, then up. The stallion was taller than her by almost two hands, with large draconian wings. She recalled seeing pegasi like that in Serora, and her mind recoiled at the thought of Ignacio dragging his scaled hooves through a pegasus’s feathers. What else would cause such a dramatic change? Feathers wilted away, replaced by a smooth surface of skin cast over bone. Unconsciously, her wings ruffled up, as she flicked her ears, tilting them this way and that as she thought. She seemed to realize she had been staring at the poor stallion a moment later, and scrambled to correct herself.
“Wind beneath your wings. I'm Crescent, one of the new strikers. I don't believe we have met before.” She said, dipping her head. She cursed her Seroran tongue for slipping in the greeting, and steeled herself, puffing up her chest and putting her legs together, arching her head like a cobra ready to strike. Who knew the opinion these people had of her former home, considering they had imprisoned their leader and a good chunk of their officials.
Whatever came, she was ready.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Jul 15, 2019 9:20:39 GMT -6
Hello Starborns! Your thread rewards are:
loverboxer123: 3AP galekxy: 3AP
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