Sol Bestiam
The massive ebony and gold stallion snorted as he stretched his wings and let them propel himself through the sky. He enjoyed the weightless feeling of flying, the only time that he didnt feel like a massive creature that was almost too large for the world. His dual pairs of wings moved in strong, steady beats that showed his practice with the excess wings. Seeing the massive gathering around the statue, he dove down to earth in a move that was equal parts controlled and reckless.
Flicking his wings out, he slowed his rapid descent. The wind pulled at his ebony and gold feathers, making it nearly painful as he began to back wing. Angling his body as he moved, he landed on his stocky hind legs. His forelegs followed and, within a few moments, he was settled back to earth. The first few moments was always a bit disconcerting as he got used to the gravity that made him feel heavy and solid. Shaking his muscular form, he tucked in his wings and moved toward the statue to read the note.
"Tempus..." His deep, velvety soft voice wrapped around the word as he tried to place if he had heard it before. Shaking his head, he turned his golden gaze toward the island and the horses that were heading to look for something. Flicking his head, he moved toward the surf to try to get a different view. As he moved, steam billowed up around his legs like smoke and the water sizzled beneath his heated hooves.
"Speaking."
Notes:
STAFF EDIT***
@Sol Bestiam has rolled a 3! He has been awarded +125 signos.
