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After following that last link you feel a bit woozy... you seem to be on a cliff. The long, straight stretch of grass-smattered stone stretches out in
front of you, the end a sheer drop of about fifty feet into a large, grassy plain. It is sunset.
The faint sound of thunder fills your ears, but... there are no clouds in sight. That's weird, because it's getting continuously louder.
The sound seems to be coming from behind you-- oh no.
WOOHOO! The buck shouts, traveling at incredible speed. His (mainly) maroon coat shines in the twilight, he obviously takes good care of it.
But it's not his appearance that worries you. He is travelling at an incredible speed, and dosen't seem to see you.
You barely have time to get out of the way as he zooms past you, covering the last two-hundred something feet to the edge of the cliff in milliseconds.
As his hooves leave the ledge, the crimson wings on his back open wide. The wind does not catch them, though, and he drops out of sight.
Quickly you run to the edge, much less fater than he. Just before you look over, though, the buck sooms up into the air in a flash of reds and purples.
He glides around, and, seeing you there, lands lightly back on the cliff ledge.
Hey, He says, out of breath and folding the items of flight onto his back for safekeeping. What brings you this south of Meridell?
You begin to answer, but he stops you.
Dosen't matter. It's getting late, and we're too close to the Haunted Woods for you to go wherever you were going safely. He looks at you
curiously, brilliant orange eyes glittering handsomely. I'll let you know a little about myself to pass the time. I'm Dalton.
He smiled, dashing in the
waning sun.
(You can find that refrence pic of me here: http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z227/arcenyk/daltonleap.png)
As he leads you along, he pauses, stopping to smell a flower that stuck out over the path the two of you were following. His long chin fur brushed up against the petals while his nose delved deep inside the exquisite flower.
Ive always enjoyed flowers... I keep catalogs of the ones I see. This one is particularly nice... like music to your nose, you could say.
He flapped his small wings absentmindedly and continued on.
A story about crime, passion, and triumph over evil? Naw. A story about Dalton? Sure.
He smiles again. All you'd ever want to know about me.
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Male
Species: Ixi, dur.
Romance: None
Coat: Halloween
Eyes: Brilliant Orange
Personality: Sly, Intelligent, misleading.
He begins to mutter to himself. Idiotic? Ugh. I can't believe her..."
There's some awesome stuff.
Awesome stuff like running; Napoleon, my Erisim; running; chocolatey things; Pie, my little sis; flying (if you can call it that); the sun; my wings; my height; and running really fast.
There's also some not-so-awesome stuff.
Not-so-awesome stuff like water; overcast days (what a waste of sun!); loud noise; small spaces; the fact I can't really fly; and my height.
Alright! Family time.
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Neomail Arson if you want to roleplay. I can do both anthro and quad.
Tis Napoleon. He's pretty cool, I just found him one day while I was running around. He was stuck in a tree... kind of. I think someone put him there. Ah, well. He's mine now, and always hangs around my neck if we go somewhere.
Mmm... plushie ixis. Let me lay down some rules, though...
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Ourevois. Why not take a link with you? New people are fun... to prank.
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