08-18-2019, 11:51 PM
Birds of prey were very well known for possessing keen sight, no matter if they were limited to soaring through the shadows of the trees or able to glide through the sky and the clouds on the wind. Their eyesights were naturally much better than many creatures that inhabited the kingdoms of Beqanna, whether equine species or not, which gave them a very large advantage in hunting their prey.
The black-spotted white gyrfalcon enjoyed flying at all sorts of altitude in the sky, enthralled by the feeling of the breeze brushing through his feathers and whipping around his face. He was well equipped for his way of life, from the thick feathers that lined his sleek body, to the razor sharp talons that lined his feet to help grip his chosen prey. Despite being the biggest of his species and a naturally skilled hunter, he could not fly as high as some other avian that existed out there, specifically, a species of vulture that could fly many feet higher than the clouds.
But Turul had yet to meet a bird of that species that existed here, despite living in Beqanna for a long period of time by now. For the only place an avian of that species would find a suitable place to live would be in the desolate kingdom of Pangea. They would roam anywhere in search of food, true, but Turul figured they would be hard pressed to make a home in a kingdom like Taiga or the Icicle Isles.
For all his well-equipped tools of survival, however, it was Aten would would spot the mare standing on Taiga's border a few yards up ahead. It was easier for him to see her since he was on the ground and had no reason to look anywhere else but straight ahead, even if that wasn't where he could see due to the placement of his own eyes. Millions of years of evolution led Aten's species, unlike Turul's, to have eyes placed on the side of their skulls so they could spot predators approaching in a wider range than other species could, giving the equine species a good advantage to escape danger. Due to this, even if it appeared Aten was looking straight ahead, his head was slightly tilted one way so that he could technically see in front of him with at least one eye. The other would keep an eye on the world, and every so often, he would switch, allowing one side to both see and hear for danger at the same time.
The mare's attention was solely on Aten as the golden stallion approached, and he took in her appearance as he neared. She was a good deal shorter than Aten was, but he knew appearances could be deceiving. She had a healthy deep bay coat the color of earth after a long rain, and, upon closer inspection, dark green eyes that matched Taiga's grassy meadows under the spring sun. Her mane and tail were a rich obsidian, and a slender, tapered muzzle attached to a fine face. Her stature was proud, but he sensed a tension that might not normally belong. Her skin was stretched over her bones and muscles, but not in the least bit gaunt, and finely shaped legs led down to dark black hooves that spoke of her speed and strength.
Aten was careful to calm his tension as he neared the mare, showing he did not wish her ill intentions and would not confront her for simply being on Taiga's border. The golden stallion would always prefer to exchange words before assuming the worst of any nomad wandering Beqanna's lands, especially if they were searching for a better purpose than some that might wish others harm.
The golden stallion stopped a few feet from the mare and dipped his head in greeting, lightly pawing the ground with one hoof before stretching his head and neck up high, standing proudly as he spoke in his rich, baritone voice. His words were authoritative, but calm and gentle, in an effort to help the mare's steel break and realize he was a kind soul.
"Greetings on behalf of Taiga. May I ask a lovely mare for her name and why she has come to the redwoods?"
@[adna]
The black-spotted white gyrfalcon enjoyed flying at all sorts of altitude in the sky, enthralled by the feeling of the breeze brushing through his feathers and whipping around his face. He was well equipped for his way of life, from the thick feathers that lined his sleek body, to the razor sharp talons that lined his feet to help grip his chosen prey. Despite being the biggest of his species and a naturally skilled hunter, he could not fly as high as some other avian that existed out there, specifically, a species of vulture that could fly many feet higher than the clouds.
But Turul had yet to meet a bird of that species that existed here, despite living in Beqanna for a long period of time by now. For the only place an avian of that species would find a suitable place to live would be in the desolate kingdom of Pangea. They would roam anywhere in search of food, true, but Turul figured they would be hard pressed to make a home in a kingdom like Taiga or the Icicle Isles.
For all his well-equipped tools of survival, however, it was Aten would would spot the mare standing on Taiga's border a few yards up ahead. It was easier for him to see her since he was on the ground and had no reason to look anywhere else but straight ahead, even if that wasn't where he could see due to the placement of his own eyes. Millions of years of evolution led Aten's species, unlike Turul's, to have eyes placed on the side of their skulls so they could spot predators approaching in a wider range than other species could, giving the equine species a good advantage to escape danger. Due to this, even if it appeared Aten was looking straight ahead, his head was slightly tilted one way so that he could technically see in front of him with at least one eye. The other would keep an eye on the world, and every so often, he would switch, allowing one side to both see and hear for danger at the same time.
The mare's attention was solely on Aten as the golden stallion approached, and he took in her appearance as he neared. She was a good deal shorter than Aten was, but he knew appearances could be deceiving. She had a healthy deep bay coat the color of earth after a long rain, and, upon closer inspection, dark green eyes that matched Taiga's grassy meadows under the spring sun. Her mane and tail were a rich obsidian, and a slender, tapered muzzle attached to a fine face. Her stature was proud, but he sensed a tension that might not normally belong. Her skin was stretched over her bones and muscles, but not in the least bit gaunt, and finely shaped legs led down to dark black hooves that spoke of her speed and strength.
Aten was careful to calm his tension as he neared the mare, showing he did not wish her ill intentions and would not confront her for simply being on Taiga's border. The golden stallion would always prefer to exchange words before assuming the worst of any nomad wandering Beqanna's lands, especially if they were searching for a better purpose than some that might wish others harm.
The golden stallion stopped a few feet from the mare and dipped his head in greeting, lightly pawing the ground with one hoof before stretching his head and neck up high, standing proudly as he spoke in his rich, baritone voice. His words were authoritative, but calm and gentle, in an effort to help the mare's steel break and realize he was a kind soul.
"Greetings on behalf of Taiga. May I ask a lovely mare for her name and why she has come to the redwoods?"
@[adna]