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 Post subject: Father's Footsteps (Private RP)(Renegade/Cynic)
 Post Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 6:32 pm 
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Clawed paws gripped to the edge of the cliff, nails drilling little holes into the hard-packed earth. He could feel those piercing blood-hued eyes stabbing at his back, daring him to fail again. But never again. He could never, would never fail so miserably again.

With adrenaline fueling his every movement, Renegade took four steps back, then hurled himself foward. Open air met his outstretched feet and, more importantly, his wings. A few feet of falling, then... he surged upwards, wind carrying him, lifting him up like some invisible giant. There was nothing that could ever beat the feeling of wind under one's wings. Nothing.

Except maybe the tiny smirk of approval the newly idependant Sam caught on his father's beak as he glanced back. That felt pretty darned good, too.

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It took several minutes of simply flying for it to really sink in. He was alone. No father, no sister, no mothers. No one looking over his shoulder. No one judging him constantly. No one to teach him important things. No one to keep him company. No one to bicker with.

He almost wished he could go back, but that though was snuffed out the moment it came into being. Nothing could ever make him go back there now. No, he needed to find himself new company.

He needed to build himself a Song. And he would do it the right way; no Mystics, none of those tyrants celebrated by the rest of society. Sa'Kriens. Miseries. Those wrongly persecuted for their magic, tempers, and lifestyles, thrust upon them centuries ago by a power over which they had no control.

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Renegade waited until nightfall, on the edges of the Rainbow Hotsprings. Close enough to a populated area to run across someone, but far enough and late enough that it would be a someone he wanted to meet. He himself could easily be mistaken for a Sa'Krien, and most would either attack him or turn and flee.

The hybrid Sam lay himself down by a creek, crimson eyes attentive as he surveyed the area. Now... It was a waiting game.

((If you are not Cynic's owner and would like your mare in Renegade's Song, contact via PM me so we can discuss it. ;) ))


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 Post subject: Re: Father's Footsteps (Private RP)(Renegade/Cynic)
 Post Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 7:05 pm 
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She could feel the eyes on her as she scrambled up the rocky slope, avoiding the traps her sire had created. Black eyes, orange eyes, gold eyes, and even a pair of red eyes, eyes as red as her own. Watching her, daring her to try to come back to the Song of her birth. Her siblings were still there, hiding behind their parents.

Parents who had chased her away, after naming her. Cynic, they called her, and Wretched Nature. Because she was, and because somehow, she and her siblings had been born with tiny, useless wings. She had seen the way her aunt could fly, and longed to do the same. Only to be told that it was impossible.

That resentment, and anger at her sire (for it had to have been him that the wings had come from. Her dam had confirmed no wings on her side, and her sire had refused to speak on the subject. Therefore, it was his fault) had brewed, brewed until she turned on her siblings, and started terrorizing them.

Now, barely old enough to survive (but survive she would, thank you very much) she was on her own. She had no need for others, no need for those who could celebrate flight and love and happiness.

Ahead of her stretched the grasslands. She was on her own.

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She was on her own, and hungry. She'd learned some hard lessons, crossing those grasslands. Earned some new scars, as well. Given out quite a few, and left several dead behind her. Wasn't her fault her poison tail actually had poison in it, instead of that knockout drug her sire had. She'd proven mostly immune to it herself, as well. Which was all to the good, because it meant that she was able to keep herself fed.

Raw red flesh tasted so much better than cold slippery fish. Unfortunately, both had been somewhat scare on the grasslands. She kept going though, because if she had to turn back, she'd rather have died fighting. Hungry for food, ribs starting to show, and covered in dust and some blood, she'd stumbled upon a well-traveled path. Eying it carefully, she had decided that following it to wherever it led was better than starving. And if there were travelers on it? Well, they might not end up traveling very far in the end. Her belly would be full though. And at the moment, that was the only thing she had cared about. Her decision made, she started along the edges of the path, which had led her here.

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Which had lead her to here, the Rainbow Hotsprings. Famed center for all Samanayrs and their ilk. Plenty of companionship, warm springs, and food.

Unless you were born with red eyes, hooves, horns. Then you were attacked, chased, run off. Red eyes narrowed, Cynic surveyed the area. It was nearly night, and the last of the soft-Sams were heading off to bed. Off to their loved ones, their Songs.

Leaving the pools, and more importantly the food, to her. Various large dragon creatures lived here too, and they ate meat. Lots of meat. Meat that she could smell. Drool pooling in her mouth, she forced herself to stick to the shadows, the edges of the clearings. Red eyes focused on her goal, and ignoring all else.

(Oh my goodness she has a nasty little attitude o.o And yet somehow so very fun to write XD )

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