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"What all happened 'round here?!"
"Bunch o' big buzzards came in just after sundown. Tore half the place apart before they all vanished."
"Vanished?"
Braeburn nodded, rubbing the back of his head with his cast.
"Here one secon', gone the next. Everyone was indoors in Sheriff Silverstar's basement cellar. When the noise stopped all the sudden I poked my head out and wasn't a bird in sight."
Little Strongheart adjusted her position to keep Braeburn from tipping himself over, obvious concern on her face.
"We found some tracks when we arrived, they were far too big to be any birds we know of."
"Weird lookin' things too, not a single feather on 'em; kinda like y'er friend over there."
Rodan's head snapped forward straight at Braeburn as he locked on to the scent. Closing up his wings the gryphon dropped down right in front of the stallion and dove his nostrils at Braeburn's bandaged forearm. He was sniffing at the limb like a bloodhound on a trail.
"Um... what’s he doin?"
Rodan ignored the inquiry, shooting up to Braeburn's eye level.
"What did this?!"
Braeburn craned his neck back a bit.
"One of them birds got a hold of my leg in its mouth before I could slam a door on its head. Bugger bit down so hard I still can't walk straight on it."
Before he could give a response, Rodan took back off into the air and through town; following something. Applejack and the others were quick to follow, abet at a slow pace until Little Strongheart practically hauled a blushing Braeburn onto her back, keeping up easily despite the load.
Story created by tarbano
Rodan is owned by Toho
Applejack and Braeburn are owned by Hasbro
Background made by SpaceKingofSpace
"What all happened 'round here?!"
"Bunch o' big buzzards came in just after sundown. Tore half the place apart before they all vanished."
"Vanished?"
Braeburn nodded, rubbing the back of his head with his cast.
"Here one secon', gone the next. Everyone was indoors in Sheriff Silverstar's basement cellar. When the noise stopped all the sudden I poked my head out and wasn't a bird in sight."
Little Strongheart adjusted her position to keep Braeburn from tipping himself over, obvious concern on her face.
"We found some tracks when we arrived, they were far too big to be any birds we know of."
"Weird lookin' things too, not a single feather on 'em; kinda like y'er friend over there."
Rodan's head snapped forward straight at Braeburn as he locked on to the scent. Closing up his wings the gryphon dropped down right in front of the stallion and dove his nostrils at Braeburn's bandaged forearm. He was sniffing at the limb like a bloodhound on a trail.
"Um... what’s he doin?"
Rodan ignored the inquiry, shooting up to Braeburn's eye level.
"What did this?!"
Braeburn craned his neck back a bit.
"One of them birds got a hold of my leg in its mouth before I could slam a door on its head. Bugger bit down so hard I still can't walk straight on it."
Before he could give a response, Rodan took back off into the air and through town; following something. Applejack and the others were quick to follow, abet at a slow pace until Little Strongheart practically hauled a blushing Braeburn onto her back, keeping up easily despite the load.
Story created by tarbano
Rodan is owned by Toho
Applejack and Braeburn are owned by Hasbro
Background made by SpaceKingofSpace
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Rodan: this is not good.
Braeburn: What? It’s just a broken collarbone I can recover.
Rodan: I know these types of injuries all too well.
AJ: * is really confused*
Rodan: Gyaos!!!
Braeburn: What? It’s just a broken collarbone I can recover.
Rodan: I know these types of injuries all too well.
AJ: * is really confused*
Rodan: Gyaos!!!