Sol had woken that morning with an itch to fly. An itch to stretch his wings and explore the realm that he had decided would be his home. At least for now... The ebony, gold, and white stallion had once been told that he would never have a true home, that he would never be welcome. That bit of information was locked in the back of his head and constantly hounding him. Sighing and shaking the thoughts away, Sol flapped his dual sets of wings and set his golden gaze upon a prairie that seemed to be dancing in the early afternoon breezes.

Angling down, he began to back wing in an attempt to not land so hard on the earth. That was probably what he got for being so obscenely large... He tended to land way harder than other pegasi. The 21 hand stallion carefully chose a place that was a bit more sparse in grass... a place where his obnoxious hooves would not be as irritating as they lit tiny flames for short bursts of time. Sure enough, as soon as he landed, the smell of burning grass tickled his nose and caused him to sneeze. The flames were gone before he could even look down, but he could see the ring of singed earth and burned vegetation where his hooves had planted themselves.

Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, Sol carefully tucked in each of the 4 wings that made up his crazy flight and gazed around. It was quiet, though there were others that were within sight and enjoying the day.



@Noctiilucent
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Notes: As always XD Someday I will get better at starters... maybe XD