01-18-2022, 12:11 PM
Spring was here and Kestrell was pretty damned determined to spend the rest of it far away, on Ischia’s outer isle. The little circlet of land and tangled jungle was situated right between the volcanic Kingdom and her lesser territories, making it the ideal bachelor’s getaway during foaling season.
No worries, The large drake pegasus sighed and sank deeper into a freshwater pool, just some sand, sun, and the occasional Kelpie.
Closing his eyes, a small grin flickered across his mouth at the thought. The last time he’d encountered one of those water scum it’d tried dragging him by the neck into the ocean. It had nearly succeeded, too, were it not for a stroke of luck and a well-aimed kick at the thing. Kestrell came out of that situation bloody but mostly unharmed, and he hoped the sea monster had learned a valuable lesson.
Pegasi were not very easy to drown.
The stallion flicked his ears around, nonchalantly. The chittering of parrots mixed well with the heavy, almost oppressive humidity, and after a moment or two of listening to them babble on, his thoughts began to drift.
He wondered what Tinkaara was doing these days. The little half-zebra nightmare was probably running around Beqanna right now, giving some unlucky bastard an earful. Pinko, his best mate and a magical oddity, had most likely slipped off the continent entirely. Dek had followed him all the way to Tephra, which had surprised Kestrell since he’d been the quiet one of the group, but in the end it’d been nice having some company.
All in all, it’d been a mostly successful season of raiding small herds.
Kestrell spread his wings to prop himself up and breathed deeply, content. Next season, he thought, we should try to catch some larger fish.
No worries, The large drake pegasus sighed and sank deeper into a freshwater pool, just some sand, sun, and the occasional Kelpie.
Closing his eyes, a small grin flickered across his mouth at the thought. The last time he’d encountered one of those water scum it’d tried dragging him by the neck into the ocean. It had nearly succeeded, too, were it not for a stroke of luck and a well-aimed kick at the thing. Kestrell came out of that situation bloody but mostly unharmed, and he hoped the sea monster had learned a valuable lesson.
Pegasi were not very easy to drown.
The stallion flicked his ears around, nonchalantly. The chittering of parrots mixed well with the heavy, almost oppressive humidity, and after a moment or two of listening to them babble on, his thoughts began to drift.
He wondered what Tinkaara was doing these days. The little half-zebra nightmare was probably running around Beqanna right now, giving some unlucky bastard an earful. Pinko, his best mate and a magical oddity, had most likely slipped off the continent entirely. Dek had followed him all the way to Tephra, which had surprised Kestrell since he’d been the quiet one of the group, but in the end it’d been nice having some company.
All in all, it’d been a mostly successful season of raiding small herds.
Kestrell spread his wings to prop himself up and breathed deeply, content. Next season, he thought, we should try to catch some larger fish.