It’s been a long time since Fang has flown for this long.
The muscles in his shoulders have begun to ache from the strain on his wings, and despite the cool air, sweat has gathered in a sheen along his skin. He couldn’t even explain why—why push himself? Why come this far? He watches as the familiar landscape of Denocte passes by beneath him, steadily fading away into unknown regions and foreign expanses. Tilting his wings up, he rides a breeze higher, coasting through a gentle silence that only a quiet sky can offer. Breathing the crisp air into his lungs, he sighs happily.
He doesn’t know how much time passes, and he only knows when he will land when the earth eventually calls to him. Sweeping his fiery eyes over the wind-swept sands below, the red stallion circles an oasis twice before he begins a slow dive, leathery wings half-tucked into his body. Considering too late that the water might not be deep enough, he breathes a prayer (Vasanta— is his heart’s natural call) before plunging head first into the small body of water.
There is a loud splash as he breaks through the surface, sending waves that lap at the lake’s sandy shore, and then Fang surfaces with a smile. Laughing at the thrill of adrenaline that sings in his veins, he rolls onto his back, floating in this little haven and tucked away from the surrounding wasteland.
tag; @Rylan
“…”
The muscles in his shoulders have begun to ache from the strain on his wings, and despite the cool air, sweat has gathered in a sheen along his skin. He couldn’t even explain why—why push himself? Why come this far? He watches as the familiar landscape of Denocte passes by beneath him, steadily fading away into unknown regions and foreign expanses. Tilting his wings up, he rides a breeze higher, coasting through a gentle silence that only a quiet sky can offer. Breathing the crisp air into his lungs, he sighs happily.
He doesn’t know how much time passes, and he only knows when he will land when the earth eventually calls to him. Sweeping his fiery eyes over the wind-swept sands below, the red stallion circles an oasis twice before he begins a slow dive, leathery wings half-tucked into his body. Considering too late that the water might not be deep enough, he breathes a prayer (Vasanta— is his heart’s natural call) before plunging head first into the small body of water.
There is a loud splash as he breaks through the surface, sending waves that lap at the lake’s sandy shore, and then Fang surfaces with a smile. Laughing at the thrill of adrenaline that sings in his veins, he rolls onto his back, floating in this little haven and tucked away from the surrounding wasteland.
tag; @Rylan
“…”
run away with me
Lost boys like me
are free.
are free.
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