[F] (AW) i got a bone to pick, somebody showed you the horror you weren't born with it

[Aeon]

Aeon So tell me your secrets ; and join me in pieces TO FALL AND REWRITE THE BITTER END

The night had an itchy restlessness that blanketed it. He tossed and turned unable to get comfortable. As though his hide remembered each and every piece of damaged flesh, that had now healed. Thoughts of nonsense had plagued his mind. Thoughts that he had long fought to gain control of. Who was he? Why was he here? Better yet who did he want to be? The shadows of his past creeping through his mind. The scent of burning flesh, hair and soot choked his very being with each breath.  Drifting in and out of sleep, struggling to keep a firm grip on reality.  It wasn’t every night he was forced to revisit his entrance to Novus. But this night clearly was such a night.  The sensation of falling and choking on each breath would take moments to abate when he opened his eyes. He knew a little more about Volcanoes, enough folks had told him that it wasn't his fault - for him to believe that he didn’t cause the eruption.  When logic was stripped back in dreams, this was harder to maintain a grasp on.  He had spent the better part of his young life ostracized. Aeon was born with the blood of fierce fighters with an internal struggle for strength.  However he had not been allowed any training or recognition due to his inability to fly.  In his private life he had begun the slow process at building the muscles of his wings to support his bulk. When he was younger he did not have the bulk or feathers, or appropriate sized wings. But now, he had grown - he was flourishing and becoming stronger.  There was an element of relief - that he wasn’t faulty. Simply that his body had been biding its time before showing its true strength. Being ejected from the volcano in reality had saved his life. He suspected that in time they would have felt threatened and he would have been forcibly removed at some point…he wasn’t entirely sure what that would have looked like; but it couldn’t be good! He had grown to be a hulking figure, a strength he was still learning to control entirely. He was proudly a warrior for the Dusk court. He knew there was much yet to learn, and he would need to take every opportunity to take advantage of the gifts he had been born with. It was odd for Aeon to feel thankful for his bloodline; but they had been tried and tested over centuries. Selectively bred for violence and bulk. He was thankful that his mind had not been tainted too greatly beyond their nonsense haunting him in his dreams.  With a thundering heart he was very much awake, shaking his head as though dismissing the soot and suffering from his mind. He was not that tiny colt anymore; he was capable of so much more. He pulled his body from laying to a standing position, stretching out his enormous wingspan.  Each feather slightly fluttered as he tested their capacity.   Today would be the day! He would take flight properly! He would fly with the rising sun and he would show Novus what he was capable of!  He flapped his wings, and stretched his stride preparing to take flight. His young heart racing and his mind flutters with excitement.  Jumping from the ledge he found himself with the wind beneath his wings, his wingspan finally supporting his large weight. He found turning to be a struggle, and slowing to be a strange experience. These elements would take practice. But he was finally doing it! He was flying!  He remembered the wise lesson of a mare he had met and he kept his eyes firmly open; there would be no mid-air collisions if he could help it.  He traveled far faster than he had anticipated. Before he knew it he was leaving Dusk rapidly. It was an interesting vantage to see the world from. From here he could not see any Volcano in the sky, but he dared not fly higher. He was unsure if he ever truly wanted to uncover his homelands. It was easier just not to.  Before long he had drifted over the realms of the day court. He pulled his wings closer to his body intending to slow down, but only found himself losing height. He was falling. In a panic he opened his wingspan again only finding himself still falling in a different pattern. He saw an opening in a building and attempted to aim for that, He didn’t want to hurt anyone with his incompetence.  As he got closer his heart lept into his mouth as the mare within became visible. He managed to stop himself to a slower falling, landing in a leggy mess of feathers and coughing beside her.  He quickly righted himself and shook his feathers out, taking a step sidewards to not be invading the strange mare's space.  “Uh….” he trailed awkwardly. “Sorry about that! I am Aeon.” he smiled with a boyish awkward grin. It was true, he had grown significantly over spring but there was still much growing to be done. But he was glowing, he had done it, he had flown at last. ooc: Permission given for minor powerplay in her response if it makes sense to your reply <3 you can bite/kick him etc. if she wishes!