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Post by Froid on Feb 4, 2007 21:46:14 GMT -5
Froid flew high up overhead, she had been flying for quite some time now. It was hot and humid, she was very tired and every beat of her massive wings felt like a ton of wieght on her shoulders. She scaned the area below. It was lush with green grass and flowers. Froid enjoyed coming here often, she loved everything about it besides the harsh heat. She looked below and search for a pool of freash water to cool herself down. As she flew, her shoulders grew numb and she could not fly much longer. She finally spotted a cool freash pool of cool water, and went into a dive. She pressed her wings flat against her back and dove through the air straight down. She hit the water head first with a big splash. It was cold to the touch, and it lowered her body temperature. She closed her eyes and used her wings like oars to push her way to the top of the water. As she neared, she picked up speed. She had no time to enjoy anymore of the refreashing cool water. She pushed more, the surface coming up faster and faster. Then as she flew out of the water, she beat her wings several times and was soon up in the air again. Froid scanned the area below, searching for the pack den in which she and the other members would meet in.
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Post by chouji on Feb 4, 2007 21:58:12 GMT -5
Delicate plumage unsettled by the unsatisfying wind, Chouji felt a sudden rush of chilling temp that gave a shiver that strew through her slender hocks. Her thin fur was a weakness to weather, even gentle seasons like this. Soft audits cuffed around by deep copper tuffs rotated to press 'gainst her skull, melachony demeanor somehow accompanying her gait as she lifted the support of her pads and let her flanks become athwart to the terrain. Lips curved to a sphere as profound occulis concealed themselves behind narrow eyelids, as a low howl was emitted from her vocals, dialect giving it its own special innate trait. One like her prefered to locate others of the group, than wait for the wolvens to seek her themselves.
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Post by Froid on Feb 4, 2007 22:07:13 GMT -5
Froid flew above,M the humid weather was no longer a problem. Auds perked as a howl was heard. Fae took in a deep breath. Crainia formed a swoop as she too emitted a howl. She continued to soar through the air. She then spotted the den. And once again pressed her wings flat against her back. As the terrain below approached, her wings extended, causing a swopp upwards, only to land back down with a crash. She scanned the grassy den, and found herself a comfortable spot. She situated her frame in a laying postiong, wings folded neatly, and one paw placed itself upon the other as she waited for the other members to arrive.
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