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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 8:08 pm
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A dark pelted mare wandered the dark shadows of her woodland home, she had heard that her grandfather had more siblings and that her great-grandfather had his last breeding with his long time mate. Light colored eyes glanced skywards as a small bird fluttered over head, though her sides remained wingless like her own father's where her mother's side had many. Shaking out her braided mane she looked around, something was coming, she could feel it in the ground. The steady paces of someone coming her direction. Raising her had up some, Nightling as he mother had deemed her, stood waiting, for what not even she was sure. Lion like tail twitching a little behind her, she moved away from her spot and towards the approacher, something telling her that it was family. A soft glow coming from her horn guided her past branch and limb that hung in her way, until she was in the clear, to wait for whom ever it was that was coming...
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:24 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 6:46 pm
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Dipping her head beneath another branch, Nightling's ears perched forwards as the other seemed much closer now. Coming from the shadows she looked upon a younger mare. She had spoken of her grandfather, so this was one of her younger Aunts? Well, would wonders never cease to amaze her. Shaking out her golden mane the new bows that held the most of her braids together ruffling a little as she moved vloser to the young mare. A smile came to Night's face.
"I am Nightling young one. And Andre is my grandfather. I had heard that he had a new set of siblings, but never dreamed that one would come looking for me." She smiled raising her head a little, the glow from her horn burning a little brighter so that she could see a little clearer.
Noticing the wince the young mare had given when she had moved her wing, Night had an idea of what she had been sought out for. Not really waiting for a reply or reason to why the mare had come looking for her, not that Night minded of course. She took a few steps closer, lowering her head, she laid her horn just lightly to the wing. The glow brightened just a bit more releasing a warmth to the wing, Hoping to ease the pain at least until she could have a better look at what was wrong and hear what happened for the wing to give so much trouble.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 4:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 6:26 pm
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Nightling smiled as it seemed that Ali was no longer in pain. Stepping away she looked back over her shoulder a moment before looking back to the mare. Her horn glowing the best it could to clear away the shadows around them in a blueish light. "As I have been told. My mum was surprised I came out in such colors. Where she and Pa haven't a speck of black to them at all." She smiled. "Come, lets move to a more safer location. The scent of blood no matter how fresh or old a predator can smell a wounded on miles away." Turning Nightling headed back the way she had come, her horn lighting the way.
"Healing, even easing ones pain is simple, but taxing. That little touch didn't take much, but to completely heal your wound, it might take a few days. I use too much healing energy I could end up pouring my own life energy into it and I would just flicker out." Shakes her head not wanting to think about that. "But to heal, Some think that the horn carries special powers, well that's not entirely true. The energy is within my body, the horn is just a focus point in which one can let this energy flow to another. Everyone has it, but in more its only a small amount that it only heals ourselves." Ears flicking she listened, stopped and looked back to make sure Ali was close behind, not wanting to leave her behind and in most danger. Nightling didn't live in the kindest of places, Here tested her much and she was learning, slowly, but she was learning.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 10:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 11:44 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 8:00 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 1:30 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 8:31 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 5:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 12:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2022 9:28 am
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Nightling watched as Ali opened her wing, the motion was stiff and rigid. Movement would have to be put back into the joints if the mare was to fly again. When the wing was extended, she placed one of the lily pads over one side of the wound to help with the swelling and calm the pain that was sure to flare with the simple movement. There was much to gather, but this would help. When one was in place she picked up the other and placed it on the other side of the wound to spread the coolness. While it wouldn't last that long, it would certainly help for the time being.
"It has its ups and downs, spring time it tends to flood a bit before the ice melts below the falls." Nightling carried on as she moved away from Ali, "But thankfully the flooding is only on the lower reaches of this small valley. Home rests higher in a cave, but the flooding does bring minerals to the soil and makes great planting ground."
Nightling wandered down a small ways from Ali, looking back a little to see if the mare was following. When she stopped, she looked down at the rows of herbs she had managed to grow within the small space. Some shaded by the local trees, others in the full sunlight. Blossoms ranged in colors as well as some growing like common shrubbery. One shrub though had flowers of a red/purple hue and was one that Nightling was hunting for, it would help in aiding Ali's wound.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2022 3:52 pm
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The coolness of the lily pads slowly spread through Ali's wing, and the filly gave a shuddering sigh of relief. But Nightling was continuing onward, and speaking, so Ali hurried after the unicorn. Since the lily pads weren't really secured yet, she did her best to hold her wing up and out, wincing less than she had when she'd first unfolded it, just to prevent her treatment from falling off.
"That still sounds nice, since your cave's higher up," she said sincerely. Her golden eyes passed wonderingly over the colorful plants, neatly planted in rows. The little herb garden was beautiful, and clearly well-tended. "It's so pretty," she breathed softly. "Do they all have medicinal purposes?"
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