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03-21-2015, 02:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-21-2015, 02:51 PM by Kyarst.)
"This one wants Bryn to go ahead?" An emerald eye shot up to the fidgeting grackle a foot above his head. She looked like a reigned in stallion, begging to take flight and scope out the landscape ahead of him. "Go on," he allowed her, still unused to her idiosyncrasies. She let loose an 'aw, aw' and was off, darting ahead of him. The way she weave through the trees made him dizzy and just a little bit jealous, but it was nice having another set of eyes - particularly given his position within Imperium. Today, however, he wasn't in Imperium. He had taken southward, so far that he had stretched beyond where the ocean had once lay and onto a new portion of land altogether. Alacritis had extended southward since the last time he had ventured this far. He marched onward, nearing a particularly thick grove of oak trees that were, in his opinion, impressively large. "The oaks, Bryn." He watched her angle her wings and feathers and glide between the closest few oaks, examining the area for signs of life. It wasn't as if he really needed a scout while wandering, but he supposed she liked having things to do. He picked up a bouncy trot, meandering after her beneath the canopy of the sprawling tree giants. He knew not what was in store for him. "Bryn talks," |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.