Mangrove Tidepools
03-09-2018, 09:34 PM
He had woken up this morning, and something had felt different about him. He had thankfully managed to regain his hearing, but that had been a few weeks ago. What he had really wanted to change hadn't, and he had been rather melancholy about it as the days went on and nothing about his wings changed. Except when he stood up today and stretched two awkwardly large wings spread out wide from behind. At once he whipped his skull around to look, only for his eyes to grow to the size of saucers. He attempted to flap them both, gingerly, and when they both moved simultaneously a soft gasp left his lips. Without thinking he began to turn in a circle to get a closer look, and after a full rotation he stopped, studying them with great awe.
He didn't think that it would happen; ever really; but it had. He had done it, just when he was beginning to think the Trial had simply been a fluke. Letting a soft smile cross his features he stretched one forward for him to touch, nosing it tenderly and reveling in the softness of his own feathers. They were much darker at the ends than near his back; the same smoky grullo tone as the patches on his back but with dark bars along the ends. He was enthralled, overjoyed, and there was only one thing to do when you get your first set of wings.
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He had wasted no time in going to the Tidepools, simply because he knew that there would be enough rocks and even a small breeze that could help him with his wing strength. He had practically skipped the entire way, attempting to flap the unused muscles in order to stretch and prepare himself. He found that despite the wings being larger for his body, he walked with much more balance than when he had one. It was as if the whole alignment of his body had changed, and he would stride with great confidence along the way. What the boy failed to notice was the entire journey there was a gentle, bright smile across his ivory maw.
Before he knew it he had arrived at his destination. The birds cried out, and the smell of salt was comforting to him. It reminded him of the Edge every time he saw it. Letting his eyes flutter close for a moment he embraced the feeling of nostalgia; still moving and easily not noticing the two men in front of him. Just before he opened his eyes he wound up walking right into Rixen; causing him to jolt back and to fall flat on his buttocks. He blinked, then shook his head and looked around for the source of his falling. After a moment of brief staring, it registered who was right before him; and that once happy and bright expression turned into an uncertain neutrality.
It was him. The man who had intentionally hurt his feelings with his rude question about his wing. He swallowed hard, still having not moved from his sitting position. His wings were slightly splayed at this point, drooping enough that it could look like there was only one. Yet he paid no mind to this, only stared with guarded eyes at the man that had made him have an emotional breakdown.
He didn't think that it would happen; ever really; but it had. He had done it, just when he was beginning to think the Trial had simply been a fluke. Letting a soft smile cross his features he stretched one forward for him to touch, nosing it tenderly and reveling in the softness of his own feathers. They were much darker at the ends than near his back; the same smoky grullo tone as the patches on his back but with dark bars along the ends. He was enthralled, overjoyed, and there was only one thing to do when you get your first set of wings.
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He had wasted no time in going to the Tidepools, simply because he knew that there would be enough rocks and even a small breeze that could help him with his wing strength. He had practically skipped the entire way, attempting to flap the unused muscles in order to stretch and prepare himself. He found that despite the wings being larger for his body, he walked with much more balance than when he had one. It was as if the whole alignment of his body had changed, and he would stride with great confidence along the way. What the boy failed to notice was the entire journey there was a gentle, bright smile across his ivory maw.
Before he knew it he had arrived at his destination. The birds cried out, and the smell of salt was comforting to him. It reminded him of the Edge every time he saw it. Letting his eyes flutter close for a moment he embraced the feeling of nostalgia; still moving and easily not noticing the two men in front of him. Just before he opened his eyes he wound up walking right into Rixen; causing him to jolt back and to fall flat on his buttocks. He blinked, then shook his head and looked around for the source of his falling. After a moment of brief staring, it registered who was right before him; and that once happy and bright expression turned into an uncertain neutrality.
It was him. The man who had intentionally hurt his feelings with his rude question about his wing. He swallowed hard, still having not moved from his sitting position. His wings were slightly splayed at this point, drooping enough that it could look like there was only one. Yet he paid no mind to this, only stared with guarded eyes at the man that had made him have an emotional breakdown.
Vynter
My will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way
