02-10-2019, 04:38 PM
The olive-eyed colt stands at the edge of the red cliff, his gaze pointed south toward the rippling pampas grass and the faintest shimmer from the southern sea. Are his parents somewhere down there, he wonders? Of are they still somewhere far beyond his reach, beyond the stretches of endless water? Pteron sighs, and shakes his head. Wondering does him no good, the winged boy thinks, and his time would be better spent doing other things. Even without Dad and Ma to guide him, the yearling knows what they would want of him.
Serve Loess.
It has not been a difficult task so far, but it has also been exceptionally brief. In fact, this is his very first guard. He’d decided to take the task upon himself, and even if his sentry point is simply watching the friendly southern land, it is still something worthwhile. Or so he tells himself.
It is also rather boring, and so when he hears an unfamiliar sound his is instantly focused. It si not something he has heard before, soft a gentle. It reminds him of bats, but no bat should be out this time of day. It is far too early. A deep breath reveals the smell of a coyote and when it appears (coughing and hacking) Pteron knows that this is unlikely to be a normal animal. This is confirmed when it speaks, a sad and plaintive voice that tugs at the boy’s gentle heart.
“What do you need?” He asks, rather than question the stranger’s arrival in a land he should be guarding. “How can I help?” Asks the young pegasus as he takes a step closer, his pale nostrils flaring and his green eyes open with concern.
@[Wyrm]
Serve Loess.
It has not been a difficult task so far, but it has also been exceptionally brief. In fact, this is his very first guard. He’d decided to take the task upon himself, and even if his sentry point is simply watching the friendly southern land, it is still something worthwhile. Or so he tells himself.
It is also rather boring, and so when he hears an unfamiliar sound his is instantly focused. It si not something he has heard before, soft a gentle. It reminds him of bats, but no bat should be out this time of day. It is far too early. A deep breath reveals the smell of a coyote and when it appears (coughing and hacking) Pteron knows that this is unlikely to be a normal animal. This is confirmed when it speaks, a sad and plaintive voice that tugs at the boy’s gentle heart.
“What do you need?” He asks, rather than question the stranger’s arrival in a land he should be guarding. “How can I help?” Asks the young pegasus as he takes a step closer, his pale nostrils flaring and his green eyes open with concern.
@[Wyrm]