 SO MUCH BRAVER THAN OUR PRESENT LIFE
A GOLDEN FACTORY OF LIGHT
The colt had walked the entire way to the plains, and it wasn't as if it was a hideously long journey from his nest within the realm of dusklight and stars, but still a feat that he was unlikely to accomplish more than once. Why, you might ask, did a young growing boy force himself to journey so far on foot when he could have easily carried himself on his wings. Instead he had trudged over gras and fern, dragging that monolithic length of tail hair behind him like a ball and chain.
It was training - or rather, that's what Dohv called it. To be a strong and mighty warrior, one must train from dawn 'til dusk and prepare body and mind in all aspects of life. It was both the physical and mental demands of a warrior that drove Damascus to test his own strength by making the remarkable journey on foot with the ginormous weight of his tail in tow.
It was oly when the boy reached the height of the plains that he stopped heaving and instead flopped the great mass of hair over hies left wing joint in oder to carry it closer to his center of gravity - it made travelling much easier, it collected less sticks and snagged on less branches when it was coiled upon his wing. Dohv had already taken to riding on the soft pillowy feathers between Damascus' wings when the voices emerged from over yonder, diverting both the child and his jerboa's attention their way.
Staring with an odd curiosity, Damascus watched as the witchy woman picked a bloom and held it to her breast, soon to whisper about poison to an approaching stag. With his gold-leafed wings and rackety steps there was no way they wouldn't have spotted the boy by now, so instead of hiding he instead began to approach with all the curiosity of a cat.
"Poison?" the teenager boomed through a terrifyingly deep voice. (Mainly because he was a child; Most grown men's voices never developed such a dark timbre.)
"Poison need you what for?" Damascus couldn't understand why anyone would be out here gathering herbs for a poison of all things - who on earth were they planning to use it on?
AND YOU'LL LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO CATCH ITS BEAMS
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i hope u dont mind me throwing damascus in, i saw it was AW!
ps. table is a scrolly one
