Siren's Summit
02-27-2018, 05:40 AM
This was the coldest place he could find this time of year. Yet even the Summit was humid and sticky with heat that clung to his grullo coat. Shaking it briefly, the limp appendage on his back twitched with it, and as he righted himself his eyes looked out into the distance. He had been looking for the lake. He was too hot these days, and honestly quite dirty, so splashing about in the waters was the perfect remedy. Working his way down on his ice-laden hooves, the colt eventually found himself at the edge of the beautiful lake.
At first he dipped his hoof in as a tentative test of the temperature, before splashing in with the utmost eagerness. All at once the tension fell away from his body, and he let the waters gently hold him up with each gentle lapping of waves. With eyes slowly drooping he sighed, letting his mind for once come to a stand still. Too much had been happening to him these days. Being deaf and still functioning like he did in the Rift was no easy task, but he still managed to wake up each day ready to take on the world. As he lazily floated around in the depths, churning his hooves slowly, Leroy remained atop his head looking rather irritated. This was not what the spider had been expecting when his companion had decided to take a bath.
No longer wanting to displease the tiny golem, the boy slowly stood and began to work on grooming his coat. It was with slow motions that he brushed away the sweat and grime, it pooling in a murky cloud around him in the waters. As he made his way slowly up to his shoulder it was then that he had a moment to look at his soaked wing. It glistened in the beautiful sunlight, drying rather quickly thanks to the intense heat. Although his feathers had a beautiful gloss to them that glimmered nicely in the light; the way his wing fell across his body in a crooked way sent a sinking feeling to his stomach.
Ever since his encounter with Valkyrie he was not at all pleased with how they looked. They were a reminder of what he wasn't, what was bad about him. This had only been reinforced when he had met Rixen. Mentally flinching at the encounter the boy decided to focus on other parts of his body, deliberately avoiding his wing at all cost during cleaning.
At first he dipped his hoof in as a tentative test of the temperature, before splashing in with the utmost eagerness. All at once the tension fell away from his body, and he let the waters gently hold him up with each gentle lapping of waves. With eyes slowly drooping he sighed, letting his mind for once come to a stand still. Too much had been happening to him these days. Being deaf and still functioning like he did in the Rift was no easy task, but he still managed to wake up each day ready to take on the world. As he lazily floated around in the depths, churning his hooves slowly, Leroy remained atop his head looking rather irritated. This was not what the spider had been expecting when his companion had decided to take a bath.
No longer wanting to displease the tiny golem, the boy slowly stood and began to work on grooming his coat. It was with slow motions that he brushed away the sweat and grime, it pooling in a murky cloud around him in the waters. As he made his way slowly up to his shoulder it was then that he had a moment to look at his soaked wing. It glistened in the beautiful sunlight, drying rather quickly thanks to the intense heat. Although his feathers had a beautiful gloss to them that glimmered nicely in the light; the way his wing fell across his body in a crooked way sent a sinking feeling to his stomach.
Ever since his encounter with Valkyrie he was not at all pleased with how they looked. They were a reminder of what he wasn't, what was bad about him. This had only been reinforced when he had met Rixen. Mentally flinching at the encounter the boy decided to focus on other parts of his body, deliberately avoiding his wing at all cost during cleaning.
Vynter
my will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way
