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[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you The possibilities are as numerous as the snow-filled clouds overhead, each full of promise but difficult to tease away from the masses. So he shrugs and scratches at his left hind leg with his clawed forelimb for a moment before shaking out and resettling his weight. Once, he had plans: to set the world ablaze. These days, he remains within the confines of Hyaline, and his plans do as well, circling around the pale now-mare beside him. “I’ve not been south in a while,” he muses as he comes closer and rests his chin along her spine, content and at ease in her presence. What he feels is not quite trust because he knows that she will kill him, but he knows that it will not be today, and that is enough. Enough for positivity, enough to quell the magic. Enough to make him happy. It is a sensation both uncomfortable and pleasant, floating like a bright balloon in a chest filled with knives. It is precarious, and he is torn between shredding it with his own claws and allowing it to linger. “Or we could try the Field,” he suggests, and a distracting thought occurs to him with a dark smile. “Perhaps we could find a newcomer and show them what Beqanna has to offer?”

current appearance:glowing perlino stallion with lightning and iridescent navy blue scarring.
forelimbs are those of a quetzalcoatlus, feathered in white with a red V shape in the feathers on the left