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[Longclaw]

Longclaw

She … she could fly up? Longclaw has only ever seen his father fly and everything the green sire did was terrifying in the least, so his head tilts and he inches slowly away from the edge. Would she burst into another creature? Come careening above the cliff and sweep him away? “Wait!” The growing colt yelps, assured that at any moment the filly will be there to take him but another sound gives him reason to pause. It’s his name, hushed but still recognizable in the wind. Just loud enough to send him peeking once more over the edge to where there are now three of them scattered about. The one who’d called out for him causes a smile to break over his lips and all fear of harm leaves his thoughts.

“IVAR!” He whoops, clambering away from the drop off to sniff out wherever the path he mentioned is hiding. The blue colt concentrates, feels his nose narrow and suddenly the smells are like vivid colors in his mind, leading him to the exact location his weak, prey eyes had missed. The path is narrow, certainly not meant for unsteady children, but paws will do the job where hooves will not and the toes he grows spontaneously to match his nose are more deft and careful than he ever imagined. With surprise, he sees that they are white, blended with fine, silver hairs here and there. Father will want to hear of that.

The sandy shore greets him well enough and he is bounding (half-horse, half-wolf) to where they group together. Ivar, the familiar tobiano, is making quick introductions and Longclaw is eager to join them … until he stops and sees the winged girl up close.

She’s … very pretty. Much prettier than mother and much more appealing than his twin Rapture. He wants to tell her his name but his mouth opens and like a sidetracked foal he’s forgotten that his mouth isn’t really his persay, so instead of “Longclaw” the shimmering blue colt can only produce a soft yip. It’s embarrassing, in the least, and with a frustrated growl he turns to Ivar, shaking his head as if to rid the odd appendages by force.

For now, the introductions will have to wait.

One-Half contract between Wyrm and Heartfire