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Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 10, 2010 17:34:35 GMT -5
A slender blonde wanders into the stables, her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. She smells the familiar straw-like smell of the horses, and relaxes. Her eyes flick along the ranks until she sees a pegasus remarkably similar to her mount back home, a two-year old chestnut thoroughbred gelding. Her eyes widening, she walks into the stall. The horse looks up, and instantly she names him Celtic Riot, in honor of her old horse. Tillie reaches out one hand, palm up, and the chestnut nuzzles her palm, bringing a light laugh out of the girl.
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Post by Summer Anderson on Nov 10, 2010 17:47:55 GMT -5
I decided to visit the stables again, only to find that I still had no luck.
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Post by Flora on Nov 10, 2010 18:13:22 GMT -5
She walked in and opened Eagle's stall. The light grey horse was lightly spotted on the flank.
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Post by Summer Anderson on Nov 10, 2010 18:17:55 GMT -5
The pegasi started to chase me around again. I sighed. Typical day.
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Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 10, 2010 20:07:34 GMT -5
Tillie pulls a carrot from her pocket and extends it toward the pegasus. His soft lips delicately whisk the veggie from her palm.
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Post by Flora on Nov 10, 2010 21:18:53 GMT -5
"Nice one you got there! She's just like Eagle too, she's steady, pretty, natural colored and untamable till the right person is found! I've seen many try!" she informed them, showing how much time she spent with the favored animals of her father.
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Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 10, 2010 21:37:58 GMT -5
"Horses are the best." She smiles. "The way I see it, wings are just another thing to love about them." Tillie unhooks the latch from the inside and leads her pegasus out, slipping a bridle onto his head.
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Post by Flora on Nov 10, 2010 21:40:45 GMT -5
Flora does the same. "I do have to agree." she replied.
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Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 10, 2010 21:43:53 GMT -5
"Not sure how I'm gonna like flying though." she remarks dryly, then scrambles onto Riot's back. "Wish me luck." She clucks softly, and Celtic Riot takes off, running out of the stable then leaping into the air, his beautiful wings propelling them up at an alarming rate. Tillie's eyes widen in surprise.
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Post by Flora on Nov 10, 2010 21:45:46 GMT -5
"Luck!' she called. "And by zues don't fly too far!" she called before leaping onto Eagle's back and taking off.
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Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 10, 2010 21:46:55 GMT -5
"I'll try!" she calls, then laughs out loud as she swoops through the air.
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Post by Flora on Nov 10, 2010 21:50:12 GMT -5
"Good!" she laughed as eagle as eagle rocketed upwards.
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Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 11, 2010 8:41:04 GMT -5
Her fingers are curled around the reins so hard that her knuckles are white. She shivers slightly from the exhilaration as Riot turns sharply to avoid the Big House.
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Post by Alori Blaze Sullivan on Nov 11, 2010 10:43:29 GMT -5
Blaze walked into the stables her pocket was full of apples. "Hey," she greeted the demi-gods. Then walked towards the Pegasus she visited last "Hey Snow," she smiled and pulled out a apple. She watched as Snow ate it happily. Then she grabbed a sattle "This time I got a sattle," she laughed remembering the last insident. She gently put the sattle on Snow fastening the belt. Then got on her "Ready for a ride?" she asked Snow, she pulled out an apple and feed it to Snow, then she put the reins on Snow. Snow's white body walked out of the stables "Time to fly," she whispered and they were in the sky. The air whipped her face as they soared higher and higher.
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Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 11, 2010 19:35:06 GMT -5
Tillie closes her eyes and begins to relax. Her grip loosens, just in time for Celtic Roit to swerve wildly to avoid a bird. The next thing she knows she is falling, falling, falling, down, down, down. Her mouth opens in a wordless scream. A sickening thump resounds through the clearing as her body hits the ground. She lies in the dirt, crumpled.
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