I'm ready to bleed to make amends
And sleep in this dirt we call our bed
So tell me your secrets
And join me in pieces
To fall and rewrite the bitter end
Sticky and burnt his flesh was seared throughout. Battered wings with missing feathers, scraggly held by his side. The burden of carrying his wings irritated the colt. What use were wings when you could not fly? His once impressive coat was now sooty black. It would be some time before he was recognisable beyond a sooty mess.
The irritation from being burnt was worsened by the pain of his horns beginning to protrude. It was something akin to teething. This aching headache and the feeling of the growing presence of the horns was taunting. His patience was already worn thin by his current physical struggles.
To make things worse he had wandered in the dark lost in his thoughts. Now only god knows where he was. This clearly wasn’t the Dusk court. It smelt different, it looked different. There was no land that looked like this that was described to him. Not that being here was unpleasant. The unknown put Aeon on edge. He didn’t know who or what to trust. Everything was different here, there were horses that walked and didn’t fly. Some that were even born without wings.
He looked up to find himself before the enormous lake. The sun was still nowhere to be seen. The embrace of the moon hugged the water's surface, reflecting beauty and dazzling light. He had never seen so much water in his life. He felt called to it, as though it whispered to him. He stepped towards it. The feeling of uncertainty washed from his body. It made no sense whatsoever that he would feel so comfortable approaching the water.
Without hesitating he flopped into the water, his belly smacking the surface creating waves. The water felt cool and silky, the bottom was soft on his hooves. Unfurling his wings he let them float, taking the weight off his tired body. He rolled and tried to float on his back, laying in much the same way he had landed from falling down the volcano. Unfortunately this resulted in more spluttering and sinking, his body weight didn’t float very well at that angle.
He kicked and righted himself, stretching out those painful wings once more. He looked up and simply stared at the moon, captured in its embrace.
ooc: @Caelum
