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Post by Scarlette on Oct 11, 2012 12:29:08 GMT -5
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Though home was now technically Tangaroa, Rika couldn’t help but be drawn back to the tiny island of Hihiri. It was hard to ignore the tiny island that had been home since she was a newborn...And besides, the tiny island was better for playing and adventuring than the large island that her papa said was now home. It was easier to get lost on Tangaroa; but not on Hihiri, where she knew the island and its jungle so well she could wander with her eyes closed. She had called the islands home for her entire life, however short it had been so far. She felt as though she was one with the islands; that nothing would ever drive her away from their colorful sanctuary.
As much as she loved the jungle, nothing could ever compare to the crystal clear water that the islands boasted. It was there the brightly colored pegasus filly stood, her vibrant colored body stood in stark contrast to the pale sand and clear water. Bright green wings remained tightly drawn to her sides, keeping them clear of the water that churned around her hooves. Strands of her yellow mane stirred with the wind as amber colored eyes, a trait inherited from her father, stared at the outline of Tangaroa in the distance. As much as she loved their new home, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat isolated from the other islands while living there. It was just their small family, for now. But even Rika knew that they needed contact with the outside world.
In fact, she craved it – sought it out actively, which was why she frequented the beaches of Hihiri. Her efforts seemed to be fruitless at this point, however. So far, she had yet to meet any other natives of the island, despite the fact the islands were quite populated. She couldn’t help but wonder where they were hiding, or if they were avoiding her for a reason.
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notes: Open for anyone! c: Rike could always use some friends!
"Rika speech"
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Post by writtenphoto on Oct 11, 2012 19:19:53 GMT -5
Crane Crane had no idea what he should do while waiting around for a chance to join a herd of some kind. He was a loner in reality. Maybe he thought he could become less of a loner that way. In his boredom, he decided to walk the islands. Mostly sticking to the beaches, but he had been mixing it up by going through the jungle in some parts. Not that it really helped with the boredom, he knew the islands like his own wing.
He suppressed a laugh, knowing he didn't know his wing that was torn off of him like the one that still clinged to his body. Snorting in the scents of Hihiri, Crane stretched his left wing off of his body. He was slightly sweaty from walking the island of Kakuhura all day, and darting back and forth through the jungle in Hihiri.
Bringing his wing close into his body, Crane saw a large blot of many different colors. In fact, in Crane's mind, the blot of colors looked like a giant bird.. But..more horse-like.
Standing there a bit dumbfounded, he eyed the horse closely, taking a few steps. He knew there were some strange things going on with the foals these days. Even stranger when he was born. When he was born, it was minor things. Horns... different colored eyes. And a few wings here and there. But.. he'd never seen a horse of this many color's. Not in the very least. Upon walking further closer to the horse. He noticed the lass was young. He didn't see a mother around, and frankly.. it didn't seem strange to him at all.
Finally, he stopped examining the young lass. And nickered softly to her. His trek through the islands coming to a stop for a moment. |
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Post by Pad Thai on Oct 14, 2012 19:02:57 GMT -5
Toothless stretched his leathery wings, flapping them and raising slightly off the ground. He yawned, letting his teeth slide out of his gums and flipping his dragon tail. He got so many stares, but he didn't care anymore, he liked his mutations. He watched the tropical fish dart through the tidepools before he snatched one up, the fish squirming in his jaw and flapping its fins. He grinned and swallowed the fish, the scaly creature giving up and allowing defeat. Toothless pawed the ground, emerald eyes darting across Kahukura. He wanted new scenery, yes he loved this island but he hadn't ever spent much time at Hihiri,
Toothless lifted himself slightly into the air, his hooves dragging across the sand lightly as he flapped his wings. He pushed himself forward but grew tired quickly, his wings still weak as he had started flying not to long ago. He flicked his tail, and stopped at the edge of the island. He could see Hihiri not far off, and he shook his head, ears hitting the scaled surface. He stretched his wings, took a few steps back and galloped ahead, launching off the edge and pushing himself into the air. He wobbled a little as he started, but straightened himself out and let himself soar above the water. He reached his head down and let his nose touch the water lightly before raising up again.
He arrived at Hihiri faster then he thought he would, he touched down and let the tips of his wings brush the feathery sand as he walked along. He could see two other figures not far off, quite close really, since Hihiri was so small. He trotted towards them, realizing they both had wings also. The only other horse he had seen with wings was his older sister Laelius. He looked at the filly who was brightly colored, and he blinked. It was a surprising sight. The older horse was normal except for the… one wing he had. Toothless nickered lightly, flicking his dragon tail back and forth and wondering if he should introduce himself now. [/size] |
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Post by Scarlette on Oct 15, 2012 18:39:40 GMT -5
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The filly gave a snort of indignation, before a hoof kicked out at the clear water. She was hot, tired, and clearly too impatient to be standing around all day waiting for something that probably would never happen. Resigning to just heading home for the day, Rika turned about and stomped her way rather unladylike out of the cool water, blue ears pressed back on to her neck. The filly’s green wings ruffled slightly from irritation. A long sigh was released, allowing most of her frustration to escape with it, making her lanky frame relax and the feathers of her wings to lay flat once more.
Rika startled at the sound of a soft nicker, caught off guard. Amber colored eyes did a quick scan of the beach before landing on the one winged stallion that was approaching. For the briefest of moments, the curiosity behind how he lost one of his wings crossed her mind, before her manners caught up with her and she nickered in response. “Good afternoon, sir!” she chirped cheerily, ears flicking forward with a smile. Within moments it seemed as though fate had made a complete 180, for another nicker reached Rika’s ears before her amber eyes landed on the peculiar looking colt that approached. If she thought she looked strange, than surely he was a complete different level of bizarre given his scaly appearance and strange tail. Not one to be rude, Rika gave the younger male a smile as well. “It’s so nice to finally have company. My name is Rika. I’m from Tangaroa.”
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"Rika speech"
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Post by writtenphoto on Oct 15, 2012 21:52:57 GMT -5
Crane Seeing that the filly had manners, unlike most young horses these days. He offered a small smile in return. His ears flew back a little, hearing another nicker. And the black body of another winged horse. He recognized the young stag. But didn't know of his name. He'd heard a few names tossed around, but he couldn't remember what his might be. Was it a A name? No... No... That was a girls name.
He was tossed out of thought when the filly spoke again.
"Glad to make you're company." He responded. "My name is Crane."
Riki... It was a pretty name for a lass if he thought about it.Tangaroa, now that was a part he was slightly weary about, so many things had happened to that island of late. And from Crane's ears, there hadn't been much talk about it. That stallion called Risk claimed it for his son. And now some winged stallion took it? It was all too confusing for him, so he chose not to think of it in great detail.
He glanced at the Stag, not really sure of what to make of him. He was strange even to Crane, He didn't have a normal tail, not at all. Crane simply pushed those thoughts away, nothing was normal now'days.
Pushing his wing out a little bit, Crane turned his head and scratched the base of his wing. He then brought his head back forth. |
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Post by Pad Thai on Nov 15, 2012 23:37:06 GMT -5
Their stares as he approached made him shift awkwardly, but the filly smiled at him, 'It’s so nice to finally have company. My name is Rika. I’m from Tangaroa,' She said and he nodded. Tangaroa, so a filly from the one who had taken his father's land? Toothless knew nothing about the new Chief, but his daughter- supposing she was. She was something special, and he grinned back, flicking his tail. The older stallion addressed the filly, 'Glad to make you're company. My name is Crane.' He said, and Toothless paused, pondering where his other wing had been lost. "It's nice to meet you two, I'm Toothless, from Kahukura." He said softly, crisp autumn air rushing through his mane. Toothless was more cast out, he was in the middle. Not the oldest, not the youngest, but he had heard the whispers. Weird. Odd. He felt like no one would take the chance to get to know him-because of how he looked. He tried to be kind, respectful, but no one payed any attention to him. It was all on perfect, leader-worther Cyril. The oldest, with those sharp spines splayed across his blue body.
Tooth snapped out of his train of thought, emerald pools glancing between the other two pegs. "I don't mean to offend you or anything sir, but," Tooth paused, shifting his weight between his different hooves. "But, what happened to your other wing? It looks extremely painful- or at least did." Tooth said, giving a small laugh before letting his question finish; hoping that the this Crane wouldn't be mad about him asking.
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