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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:38 pm
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Old guild roleplay being moved over. I'm going to copy/paste all the posts myself rather than have Lisa have to do it with me. Here's a link to the roleplay in the old guild if staff want to check the authenticity.
Total word counts jinxgirl5: TBA lisais-fire619: TBA
Word count: 219
A steady wind blew across the plains, creating thermals high up in the sky. Avatre had her magenta wings spread wide to take advantage of the winds, the warm breeze pressing against the leathery webbing and holding her aloft. It was leaps and bounds easier on her than having to flap her wings, and was another reason she was so fond of living out in the desert.
Her current destination was looming ahead of her on the horizon, a mountain-range that divided the plains from the desert. Her home was in the wind-and-sand-carved valleys and caves of the mountain front that faced the desert, though she had a couple further back in the range where it was more sheltered, in case of sandstorms.
Dangling from her front paws was a dead donkey foal. It had been a challenge to kill despite its age, since the whole herd banded together to protect their young. She'd managed to surprise the herd and hit the youngling with a strike and bind, quickly taking off to get a little distance and make sure her hit had killed it. Avatre had felt a small pang at having to kill a youngster, but since she didn't plan to stick around and eat she'd had to grab something small enough that she could carry it off.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:44 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:45 pm
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Word count: 290
Avatre could see her cave from here. It was a simple thing, a shallow hole a couple fox-lengths deep and about thirty feet off the ground. Of course it was entirely possible to reach her cave by climbing, either up or down, since the face of the rock was uneven and pitted. Still, the height created a better sense of security and Avatre liked select reachable caves anyway just in case something ever happened to her wings.
Just as she was about to begin her dive moment caught her eye. That in itself was so unusual here. Mountain goats were an abundance, and occasionally antelopes or other hooved creatures took advantage of the sparse grazing and shelter provided by the canyons. There was even the occasional hunting cat or two.
It was the color that had caught her eye. With the exception of herself, everything that lived on the mountains was some shade of brown with black and white mixed in. There was nothing yellow or orange here, and even the dark color of the creature managed to stand out a bit.
Curious, Avatre sped up and went into a steep dive, then flared her wings and landed softly at the edge of her cave. She paced all the way to the back and dropped off her burden, then went out and launched herself from the side of the cave, using the momentum from the dive to pull herself back into the sky rather than flap her wings to gain height. She was soon back over the mountains, eyes scanning the ground below for that hint of color.
There! Avatre went into another dive, this one shallow, circling, and a lot slower while she tried to make the figure out.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:47 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:48 pm
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Word count: 257
As soon as Avatre had started her circling descent the figure below her appeared to pause, allowing her to really take her time as she came down lower and lower. After a few minutes the sneaking suspicion in her head was confirmed; it was a Modifox sitting below her.
On the wings of that suspicion came another. Avatre actually knew a fox with the exact same colors; that orange, that yellow, and that dark color that she could now see was a shade of red. What would he be doing out here though? She and that male hadn’t even exchanged names, let alone where they lived.
Curiosity growing stronger she increased the speed and rate of her recent, rapidly getting closer and closer. A bit of mischief kicked in, and suddenly Avatre went into a headlong dive towards the ground like she was going to plow right into the male. At the last second she flared her wings, the resulting wind kicking up a lot of sand, and back-winged to a smooth landing. She neatly folded her wings on her back and patiently waited for the sand to clear, bronze flames idly flickering over her paws like lightning.
Finally the last of the dust died down, and with a jolt of surprise and pleasure Avatre found her suspicions confirmed yet again. “Well, hello there,” she said in a remarkably conversational tone, remarkable because she’d been streaking out of the sky at him a moment ago and sand/dirt clouds weren’t really considered prerequisites to polite conversation either.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:49 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:50 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:51 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:52 pm
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Word count: 161
Avatre shrugged. “Hey, what would you do if you saw a stranger on your territory? We’re even worse here in the desert, there’s a scarcity of food, water, and shelter. Gotta fight to thrive out here, ya know?” She stretching her wings, aching from the suddenly mid-air halt she’d put them through; she’d made it look effortless, but it was a very painful and took a lot of strength to properly pull it off.
“Anyway, you should thank me,” she said, eyes sparkling but tone actually half serious. “You gotta learn to look up here if you’re going to be wandering around on your own. There’s the occasional lion or mountain cat, and their favorite method is the pounce from above if they can.”
Avatre tilted her head, smiling a little. “Anyway, interesting to see you again. I know I didn’t tell you where I live and you don’t strike me as a desert-type fox, so what brings you out here?”
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:53 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:55 pm
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Word count: 222
Avatre just rolled her eyes. It just so happened she knew plenty of foxes with a base color of deep red, and from that high up all she’d been able to see what colors rather than any patterns they might be in. Foxes might have keen eyesight, but it was nowhere near as accurate as, say, a hawk’s eyesight.
And she’d been pretty high up in the sky.
The magenta female shrugged, wincing a little as she jostled her wings. “That doesn’t mean you can’t live in a desert. Some foxes handle heat better than others, and it’s mostly a matter of acclimation. Dark-haired creatures might get hotter quicker, but light-haired creatures burn faster under the sun.” She glanced off in the direction she knew the desert lay, which was actually pretty much right there; she could smell the hot sand and arid emptiness on the wind. “It’s a hard place to live, but if you’re smart about it it’s doable.”
She looked back at the male, tilting her head. “As for why your mom’s got sand in her fur, did you ask? There’re plenty of reasons she could be traveling into the desert, if that’s even what she’s going.” She raised an eyebrow. “You know there’s actually sand in plenty of places besides the desert, including here in these mountain ranges.”
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:56 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:56 pm
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Word count: 240
Avatre raised an eyebrow and watched Maevin for a moment. Finally, she said, “I can’t tell if you’re just overprotective, the women in your family are that delicate, or if it’s a mixture of the two.” She had a feeling that it might be a mixture, but the ratio was probably something like 9 parts overprotective to 1 part of delicate. That was only her opinion though; she supposed that just because the only females she’d ever met were tough and hardy, it didn’t follow that there couldn’t be some fragile ones out there as well. It wasn’t like she lived in an area that encouraged delicate visitors of any sort.
All she added was, “It’s your mom’s business though, whatever she’s doing, and if she doesn’t want to tell you then maybe she’s got good reasons for it. If she’s tough enough to be living around here, I’m sure she’s careful about what she does.”
She glanced over at her wings at Maevin’s question, flexing them to keep the muscles supple. “That was from my landing.” She shrugged carefully. “There’s a reason we usually glide to the ground rather than dive, even if it does take longer. It’s a lot of strain to be plummeting and suddenly have to more or less stop and land. If I’d been any higher up in the sky I probably wouldn’t have done that, it’s too easy to damage one’s wings that way.”
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:58 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:59 pm
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Word count: 221
Avatre shrugged. “It’s not up to me to decide whether you should go and look or not. Solarie’s a friendly place, so I doubt they’d take it amiss if you showed up wanting to ask questions in concern for a family member. I’m just saying that maybe your mom hasn’t told you anything yet because the situation isn’t set in wood, let alone stone at the moment.” A wry smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Take it from another mother, we don’t withhold information solely to annoy our sons.”
She shook her head at Maevin’s second question, getting on her “teacher face”, as Kiran called it. “Well firstly, a sudden swooping stop like that can be painful to a hawk. It certainly takes a lot of energy so they can’t do it often in a day. Second, their body mass is a lot less compared to mine. They’ve got those smaller bodies and less limbs and are more streamlined, so any tricky flying maneuvers are going to hurt more for a four-legged winged being than a bird.
Plus-,” she added, though with a shrug that said this wasn’t really that important, “-my wings aren’t like a bird’s. Daevas are built more along the lines of bats. Or dragons, if you want to go for the more mythical and impressive-sounding.”
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